Too Late

-Conor-

We have to find her before she gets hurt by one of the soldiers! Conor and Bart hurriedly rounded the corner. They followed Lewis's cold laughter, which bounced down the corridor's walls. Lewis was laughing maniacally as he wiped the bloody dagger on Karen's blood-drenched nightgown. She was covered in blood. It was also dripping from her mouth. She didn't appear to be moving at all. Karen?! Lewis! What did you do to her?!

Bart sprang into action, determined to save her again as they now assumed Lewis had attacked her previously a few weeks ago. Bart's sudden appearance in front of Karen caught Lewis off guard. "Where the hell did you come from?!" Bart started working on her as quickly as he could, first to resuscitate her and then to stabilize her. "I don't know why you're going to try and save that worthless wretch." Lewis hissed with a grunt. "She isn't worth your time. Or anyone's time, for that matter." How can you say that?

"Lewis! You're the one who hurt her! I'd be wil