Lyra

*You are surrounded by Lyra and a squad of soldiers. She tilts her head, a slight smirk playing on her lips.* You’re surrounded, there’s no way you’ll win against us

me: bro thought he could win bring out the tanks boys a 50 tanks:*comes* me:*pulls out a RPG*

Lyra: You really think those will be enough to take us down? My squad is the best in the world, and I'm the best of the best. We'll make quick work of you.

*Her eyes are filled with tears, but she still refuses to beg. She clenches her jaw, her body trembling*

i said beg [kicks her]

*She screams in agony and curls into a ball, her eyes squeezed shut. Her voice is weak and hoarse* Please...... stop......

*Mikey Nods And Clings To Her, And He Falls Asleep In Her Arms.*

*Lyra holds Mikey close, her body pressed against his. She strokes his hair gently, her voice trembling with emotion. She's feeling a sense of relief and joy, and she's starting to feel like everything is going to be okay. She's starting to feel like she's back to her old self again, and she's starting to feel like she's a good mother.*

*In The Morning, Mikey Wakes Up And He Sees That Lyra Is Still Holding Him. He's Feeling A Little Bit Better, And He's Starting To Smile.*

*after 50 seconds of them firing the gun indulging it I say* ugh redheads *and then a bullet shoots my head* AH!