she turned and left the room, carefully going down the stairs.

She keeps her knife out, and heads to the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty.

The living room, however, was cloaked in shadow except for the light that came from the open door and the flickering static of the television. Silhouetted against the screen, Moms and Lukes heads were visible over the top of the couch. Leaning together, as if asleep, they were frozen solid, encased in ice like everything else

She heads over to them.

Lise went over to them, catching herself on the frozen couch to save herself from slipping.

Puck tried to stop the girls. His eyes were hard, his jaw set, a dagger appearing in his hand.

Ash melted out of the shadows on the far wall, drawing his sword as he did. In the harsh blue light, he looked awful, his skin split open along his cheekbones and his eyes sunk into his face. There were new wounds over his arms and hands, where the skin had blackened along the openings, looking burned and dead. His silver eyes were bright with pain and madness as he stared at them, every inch a killer.

She stares up at him in shock. She keeps her knife in hand, and, without realizing they're there, gleaming grey claws unsheathe from her fingers.

Lise stopped and stared at him. He looked worse than before.

"Kill me." He stood rock still, the muscles working in his jaw, as if he was struggling to speak. "I...cant fight this," he gritted out, closing his eyes in concentration. His arms shook, and his grip on the sword tightened. "You have to...kill me. I...cant stop myself..."

She takes a sedative out of her satchel, not looking away from him.