The First Cut is the Deepest. ::Sullivan::

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia panicked. She swerved and dove into the alley. The wallet was clenched in her nineteen year old hand. She turned, looking behind her and tripped sprawling across the ground, scratches covering her arms. The man had a gun, she could hear the shots being fired behind her. She scrambled to her feet and gasped, her chest heaving as she grabbed a hold of the fence and climbed over, swinging down on the other side. She dropped down, twisting her ankle. With a hiss she tried to run but tripped once more, rolling across the ground getting more scratches. She hopped up her ankle screaming in protest. "There's the thief!" she heard the man's bitter voice and a bang ripped through the air. The adrenaline pumping through her veins caused her to forget her pain as she shot forward, not ready to die because she'd stolen a wallet. She shot around a corner only to run into a muscly thug. He pointed a gun at her, "I'm not sure that wallet is yours pretty girl." Amelia took a step back right into the arms of the man she'd stolen from. His arms wrapped around her waist, trapping her. She kicked and lashed out, but the wallet was torn from her grip. She was pushed away and a knee slammed into her stomach causing her to doable over gasping for breath. The man she'd stolen from clicked off the safety on his gun and pointed it at her.

[shay]

Sullivan rolled his eyes when Reed's wallet was stolen by the blonde girl, no more then nineteen. When Reed went after her, Sully rolled his eyes and went after him. When he arrived he saw them beating up the girl and when Reed pointed the gun at the girl Sully came forward. "Let her go Reed, you probably broke her ribs, she can't survive long like this." Reed growled at him but nodded and he and the rest of the thugs walked away, leaving Sully alone with the girl. He crouched down, "Need some help?" It was a stupid question and Sully knew it.

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia groaned in pain and her eyes flickered when she heard the calm voice. He had a curly mop of hair on the top of his head and his eyes were soft, but unreadable. When he asked if she needed help the teen glared, "No," she said it sarcastically, but it was hard to get the word out...it was hard to breath. "Yes I need help you idiot!"

[shay]

Sullivan helped her to her feet and let her lean on him. He led her back to his place, silent the whole time. He sat her down on the couch and said, "Sullivan Mortissimo." he said offering his hand. He had noticed that she had regained most of her breath and he didn't think she had gotten shot. He gave her a slight smile.

[Amelia Raven Blake]

Amelia smiled gently at him, finally having regained her breath. "Amelia Smith." She shook his hand in a firm way. She let her hand fall back against the couch and she looked in, taking in the emptiness of the apartment. "What was that back there?" She asked, returning her azure eyes to him. "I mean I'm thankful for you saving me, but why the hell would you? You gonna rape me now or something?" Her voice became a growl as her eyes narrowed, she wouldn't hesitate to attack if that was his intention.

[shay]

Sullivan gaped at her, his eyes widening. "Wha-what!? No! Of course not! God, never!" He was disgusted that she would even accuse him of that. He crossed his arms a bit, eyes narrowed. He set his jaw in a scowl, not likeing the way her muscles had bunched as though she would attack him. He would be ready and would not hesitate to kill her if he needed to. He turned away and walked away, his hands at his sides. he went into the kitchen.