Alan was unconscious at this point, rapidly losing blood. He groaned, looking to be in quite extreme pain!<br/><br/>Trace roared out in anger, black spikes erupting around him. He glared at the direction Silver had run, shaking some rubble off of himself. "You're not getting away." He said, running after them, his black showing reappearing in his hands. He was going to make sure Alan was<span style="font-style: italic">dead</span>, and nobody was going to get in his way. Not even some silver-haired syker FREAK.<br/>----<br/><br/>"Not at all." Jane agreed, raising her gun up and wasting no time in firing. They simply exploded in a flash of light, but when it faded, Jane and Alex were gone.<br/>-----<br/><br/>"You have any ideas how we're going to handle this?" Jane asked, once they were out of the building. "We still have to find Alan, as well."  She reminded him, through she was sure they both knew they weren't leaving without the kid.<br/><br/>She looked back at the building, raising her guns up, expecting the....<span style="font-style: italic">thing</span>to come barreling out a any second. And...she was pretty tired out, which affected her nuke.  If she was too tired, the bullets would just be bullets, and if she got even more tired than that...the bullets might not work like she wants them to. "Okay, I got it. You stab it, I shoot it." He said, throwing her pistol to the ground and taking out her machine gun, taking aim. It was loaded with bullets that would hopefully stop it in place for a few seconds...but even if they didn't, they were still bullets. Soon enough, they were gonna stop it<span style="font-style: italic"> permanently</span>. She steadied her aim, waiting. And when it showed the first signs of showing up, she was filling it with lead.