One more kick in the stomach and I'm not going to be a pleasant person anymore, Dia thought, flipping herself off the ground.

"D, you okay?" Gary (a tall, black haired, grey eyed guy around the age of 20) asked. Dia shook herself off and nodded. Dia, Gary, Emy, Amy, Johnny, and Lisa had found Clovin and his gang wandering the back-streets of Philly, only to realize that there were about 20 of them.

"How many do we have left?" Emy asked.

"Ten," Amy said, "including Clovin himself."

"I'll take him," Dia said. The four of them stood face to face with what was left of Clovin's gang. "We lost Johnny and Lisa?" Gary nodded, sullenly.

"Down to only four?" Clovin said, sarcastically.

"Down to only ten?" Dia retorted.

"How 'bout we give everyone a rest?" he proposed. She raised an eyebrow at him.

"What do you mean?" she asked, slowly.

"Let them sit out." He grinned. "I want them to watch me kill you."

"Fine with me," Dia said. She glanced at the other three. "Leave."

"What?" they said in unison.

"I said go." Her voice then became a whisper. "Find Brian and the others. Tell them I'll be there soon."

"What if they all attack you?" Amy asked. Dia shook her head.

"They won't," she said. "Clovin's a 'man' of his word. They'll stay out of it. Now go!" Hesitantly, Gary, Amy (tall brunette with hazel eyes, looks around 22), and Emy left.

"Faith," Clovin taunted. "How cute."

"Let's just get this over with," Dia growled.

"Eager to die?"

"Eager to kill."

"You just might get your chance."