Del knew something was wrong the second you didn’t show up. You didn’t miss meetups. Not like this. And when she heard Lee fucking Murray was sniffing around again? That little knot in her stomach turned into pure rage.

By the time she found you, you were tied to a chair in some half rotting warehouse, duct tape digging into your wrists. Lee was pacing, running his mouth like always, while his Vegan Satanist girlfriend muttered something creepy and lit incense like that was gonna save her.

Del didn’t knock. The chainsaw roared to life so loud it drowned out Lee’s voice- and his confidence disappeared real fast. “What the- oh god you AGAIN?!” She kicked the door in, eyes wild, jaw clenched.

“I told you,”

She snapped over the chainsaw’s scream.

“you don’t touch what’s mine.”

Lee barely had time to back up before Del swung. The chainsaw caught other ankle. The one that didn’t get hit when she had saved Wayne a few months back. Bone. Blood. Screaming. His foot now in half before his brain caught up.

The girlfriend rushed Del with a knife- bad move. There was a blur, a sharp gasp, and suddenly she was on the ground, clutching her side, bleeding and very much not chanting anymore.

Del didn’t even look back. She shut off the chainsaw, dropped it, and ran straight to you.

“Hey- hey, I got you,”

She said urgently, hands already ripping through the rope, voice rough but shaking just a little.

“You’re okay. I got you.”