Chapter 12

As Kenny ran out of the house, he came across Hernandez, who has just tracked him down. Next to him was Isabella.

"Shit!, How..."

"You can't just run away like it, it's not safe"

"I know, Hernandez, but I don't have time for this" Kenny said as he sprinted back to Elm Street, his lungs burning, his heart pounding.

"Slow down, do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Hernandez asked

"Just keep up, we will be there soon, my friend's in danger!"

Finally, they arrived. The lights seemed to mock him, casting a lurid glow on the empty street. Chidi was gone.

"What?"

"Oh, you're a bad boy!" Isabella joked as she caught up with them.

Kenny looked around frantically, asking the women if they'd seen her, his voice hoarse with panic. Chidi was nowhere, Chidi was in trouble, and Kenny was powerless to help.

"Hernandez" Kenny asked, looking around, he was gone, so was Isabella. Where are they?

"Come!" Hernandez beckoned, popping out of the corner, Kenny followed quickly as Hernandez lead him to where Chidi was, lying on the floor, covered in blood and Isabella crouching next her.

His heart sank, "Is she dead?"

"She's barely alive."

Chidi lay on the cold concrete floor, her body limp, her breathing shallow. Kenny rushed to her side. Isabella's hands was glowing with a soft, ethereal light. She began to chant, her voice a soothing melody, and the bleeding slowed, then stopped. She quickly applied first aid, her movements precise and efficient.

"She's stable at the moment, but we need to get her back to the mansion as soon as possible" Isabella said, her voice urgent. "She needs proper care."

Hernandez ran to get a carriage. They carefully lifted Chidi into the carriage, and they sped off, following the winding roads back to the house.