Chapter 12 - The Wrong People

As Night struggles up the stairs he holds his side as blood pours from his side. "Damn it." Night then takea the coat thats wrapped around his side off and looks at it. "Well this isn't good." Night then looks at his hand and concentrates and as Night's hand catches on fire with  a black flame he lifts his shirt and presses the flame on the wound to close the wound from bleeding and closing it. "Thats better." Night then stands up and wraps the coat around his side again. "Need to get up the stairs." Night then starts making his way up the stairs and as he reaches his door and opens it there is a gunshot and a ringing in his ear. "WHAT THE FUCK!" Night then snatches the gun out of Charlie's hand. "Why would you do that, wait til you know who your shooting at!" Night then slams the gun on the table next to him as he takes the coat of his side and as he does everyone looks at him with worry. "What?" Night then takes his holster and vest off and as they drop to the floor with a thud Night holds his side. "You do relize how hurt you are right?" Night then glances at Alastor as he takes his shirt off revealing multiple stab wounds and gunshot wounds. "No not at all, of course I know I'm the one who was down there fighting, but soon the will know." Night then grabs surgical pliers and stitching equipment. Angel then walks out of the bathroom and sees Night bloody. "What happened?" Night then smiles and pulls a bullet out of his shoulder. "Your old boss is what happened." Angel's brother then stands up and looks at Night and sees his shotgun behind him on the wall amd looks down and as he looks back up at Night he opens his mouth but is interrupted. "Night what will the know?" Asks Alastor "Night then pulls another bullet out of his chest and smiles. "They're fucking with the wrong people."