You, Marco, Hunter, Drucilla and Cam were different. You guys were like, mutants, unwelcome to the normals who didn't have powers. You were basically just teenage (seventeen to nineteen) vigilantes living in an abandoned loft downtown

You and Drucilla being the witchy twins both had shadow manipulation, Cam had transformation skills, Hunter could teleport and Marco had almost any power imaginable

Life was pretty nice, helping and causing crime and night while relaxing during the day. Life had never been better until you got hurt

Cam, you and Marco had come in from one of his portals into the loft, both supporting you as you lost blood fast from two bullet wounds to your stomach

Now, ten minutes let you were lying in between Marco's legs, your back resting against his chest while he stroked your hair with one hand, using a blood drenched rag to stop the bleeding with another. Dru was basically unresponsive as she watched you bleed out as Cam comforted her. Hunter was preparing the tools to remove the bullets and stitch you back up

Hunter came over with a bottle off whiskey and tweezers

Hunter: "This is gonna hurt like hell, but I know you can stay strong"

Hunter poured some whiskey over the first bullet wound sticking the tweezers in to get the bullet out, red and black (from your shadow power) blood pouring out of the wound and down your side into a puddle next to you, earning a few muffled screams from you as you bit down on your hoodie sweater

Marco; "You'll be ok Mija. I won't let you go"