Warren tried to focus. He realized the wounds were worse than he thought, he was bleeding too much, too fast. His mind strangely cleared and he reached up a shaky hand to touch the angels face.<br/>~Beautiful..... Angel......~ He tried to keep his eyes open but they slid shut and he couldnt open them again. His hand dropped and it felt as if he was floating in blackness with no sound or sight.<br/><br/><---------Brandt-------><br/>Brandt ran into the clearing holding his gun. He spotted a body near the corner of the cabin and another in the tree line.<br/><br/>"Warren!" He yelled out as he moved toward the front of the cabin. The scent of blood was thick on the air.<br/><br/>He noticed a white streak as his mother raced past him like a white missile. She went around the corner and he heard her yell. He raced to the front and almost tripped as he went over the body of a man with a shotgun.<br/><br/><----------------Karren---------------------><br/><br/>She knew he was in trouble. She felt the bond weaken. It wasnt explainable, she just knew he was dieing somewhere. Brandt slowed, but she knew there was no need. Her senses and the wind told her the ones here were dead except those they sought. She raced around the corner and faltered. There he was. Covered in blood with a crying girl clutching at his bloody chest.<br/><br/>~Warren!...... No!.....~ She ran straight to them heedless of her son behind her.