Psycopath furry....How about a murderious furry? Wolfram gave her a hard look, ignoring the sharpness in the fiery tempered teenager's voice."Still, you where brave."He mumbled."And I'm sorry....I'm sorry that she hurt you."His eyes flickered to the ground."It's my fault."
Bleddyn gave a shaky sigh and ran her hand through her tangled hair. "How's it at all your fault?" Her breath was becoming hitched now from the steady numbness gaining control of her lower body. She sat silently for a moment, increasingly aware of her frame's violent trembling that her nerves were forcing. "The Key...wait, didn't they say....you were or held some sort of key?"
I'm on the edge of my seat! This is really interesting 
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(Please. Peter has been eating spaghetti for days. XD)
"Something like that. I really don't know. But I know why Mapleshade wants you. She...I..." And you're going to tell her how? "She must have been watching us in the park and thought we where....something, or...something...."He paused, his voice faltering."And she's going to use you to get the key from me."
Bleddyn was fading too fast to press deeper into his hesitant claim. Her teeth rattled violently as she fought against the pernicious blood loss and the seeping chill of the hard metal floor she was left susceptible to; her response was rambling and pitched. "So by meeting you this morning, I got myself into this."
"Bleddyn?"Wolfram tore his gaze from the ground."Bleddyn!"His voice was shrill with panic as he saw in the dim light, blood now dripping on the ground. He quickly moved over to her."Lachlan....!"He glanced at his friend."She's loosing a lot of blood..." He shuddered, looking back at the wound. I don't know what to do....I have to pull the knife out to stop the bleeding, but it'll cause more bleeding as well.... "I don't know what to do..."
Bleddyn shifted away from him, curling her good leg into her chest in a stupid attempt at warming herself out of the shock. The thought of relocating her left leg was jarring. "Just ll-leave it be. I'll be ff-fine." The bed of blood she was resting on wasn't even registering as nauseating- perhaps it was just her old familiarity with scarlet rivers.
"No, you will not be fine."Wolfram snapped."You'll die of blood loss. I'm not going to let that happen. I have....I have to....."He threw his head back, letting out a inaudible shriek of frusteration."LACHLAN!"
