It took Speed and Chugger several minutes to realise what was about to happen. A few minutes too late. Maggie charged at them and before they knew it, there souls were no longer there. They were now a shell of who they once were. Now their souls belonged to a goat. A crazy, superhuman, demented goat. Another normal day in they life of Mitchie. Yay. The other customers were in shock and some were quivering underneath the tables.  

I sighed, grabbed my jacket and bag from the store room and put my jacket on.  

I pulled my gun from my bag and fired a shot into the ceiling and yelled and the top of my lungs. 'If you don't wanna die tonight, don't interfere and get the hell out!'

An idiot from the back called out, 'Are you gonna pay for the damage you did to the ceiling?'

They obviously saw the look on my face, or the fact I was holding a gun at their faces and ran the hell outta there.

Then it turned chaotic.

Matt, now back to his normal self lunged at Maggie and began to wrestle with her.

If it wasn't for the current situation we were in, I would have started laughing. Like Cole had done.

I glared at him and called out. 'Oi! Indie! Perhaps you didn't notice, but there are two vampire henchman to deal with as well as there ghoulish looking cronies behind them and a psychopathic goat thing! Move. Your. Ass!'

I threw him a spare gun and gave him a look which said 'I hope to God you can shoot or I swear to God I'll...'

He couldn't.

I never got to finish my rant. I was thrown backwards into the tables. With Matt on top of me. I struggled to break free from Matt's unconscious body, but I eventually wriggled free. 

Matt was unconscious, Cole was entangled in a 16 on 1 showdown with the cronies massive amount of ghouls. And Vincent was begging Maggie to see sense.

And me? I was pissed. More than usual. I knew the ghouls one weakness. And I knew if Vincent couldn't get through to her, there was only one course of action. It wasn't something I enjoyed doing but it had to be done. But first, the ghouls.  

For once, I was grateful for my little brother's pyro powers.

I snapped my fingers and two balls of flame erupted from my palms. 

They really shouldn't of got me angry.

Vincent's P.O.V

I was doing everything I could not to attack her. I used bits of wood from the smashed tables to deflect her fatal horn attacks. It wasn't working. She had me backed into a corner. 

She knew I couldn't attack her. I waited for her to charge. The last thing I thought was 'At least I get what I deserve.'

Then she charged and everything went black.