Why..

"BANG! BANG! BANG!" The sound echos in the room once again as the window shaders from some kind of bullet. Maya was curled up into a small ball under the window trying to stop the bleeding from her lower stomach as she counted the few shots she heard, tears forming in their eyes as they looked over at her lover. Knowing it was Bree's fault they were in this mess but they couldn't blame them... Bree nor Maya knew what they were signing up for. Soon that thought was quickly erased. Maya's heart sank when they saw Bree's limp body spread on the floor, faced down in a growing pool of her own blood. The overwhelming scent of blood quickly echoing the room, It was hard to believe she didn't smell the irony yet salty smell until now. Tears now falling down her face as she crawls over. Turning Bree on their back, Maya's breathing stopped when she saw Bree's eyes wide open with tears. They looked so sad yet- Empty, Like she knew the second she got hit she was going to die. Maya was just starting to sob when she heard a man, howling with laughter. Do you know how the Joker sounds like when killed someone- Yeah he sounded just like that maybe even worse because he was gasping for air. Maya quickly got up, running to the hallway then to the kitchen, Darting out the back door. She heard quick footsteps going around the house like someone was running, Before hearing " BANG! BANG!!" Her face curls into a slight smile knowing most guns have five, Maybe six bullets in them. There soon was a "Click, Click" Sound, followed along by mild cussing, proving she was right. She ran like her life depended on it- which it did, hearing the gunshots in the background as she ran until her feet carried her no more but by then she was at least a mile and a half in the woods her and Bree would hike in often. She sat down by a three, only thinking about the wicket game they're in, the only thing one word " Why..."The only thing she knew was. She wasn't going to loos to some Joker want-to-be.