I fall to back to sleep after the gunfire.

Deadeye looks at Ace, shakes his head, then drives off.

There was a loud knock on the door a few hours after Deadeye's visit.

(And who would that be I wonder?)

The car that Ray was in pulled into the police station. "Why are we here?" Ray asked irritably.

"You're under protective custody by the order of Daniel Lyzakyan." The cop driving him said.

After a few minutes, I managed to answer the door. Donnie was there and had great timing too, I fell unconscious and he put me on the spot I had been laid down in most of the day. "Is he okay? What happened?"

Vincent grabbed a crutch and went as fast as he could to Ace's house, but he was only halfway there when the vehicles pulled away, so he turned back. Another van stopped in the vicinity of his house, so he went to go check it out.

Donnie then says, "Anyone-other than Ace- home?"

(is the creepypasta-ish stuff done? :s)

(Ace is still passed out on the couch, Ray's in a police station, so all in all, yes, I believe)

"What if I don't want to be under protective custody." Ray said.

"You don't have a choice." The cop said, "As a minor your parents or legal guardian can issue this order without your consent or approval."

(Okay, then I will make a return to this RP. xD)
I was sitting in a chair.

Donnie began searching the house for anyone.

"See anyone who's not supposed to be here?" I asked.

"No, I was wondering if anyone knew anything about how Ace lost his arm, cheek skin, and wings. I patched up his face, though. I didn't think you could handle the sight of anything to be skinned." Donnie mutters, leading Tails to where Ace was.

"Nah. I appreciate that..." I replied.
"Something must've happened on his way to the hospital. That's about the only explanation I can come up with. He was fine when he got on the ambulance, but you guys found him before he got to the hospital." I added.
"But who would've done something so terrible?"

I woke up at the word hospital. I grasp onto the cushion and shiver.
"Midnite..." I say.
"Midnight? It's 4 in the afternoon." Donnie says.
"No, not midnight midnight, Midnite Midnite..." I say, still feeling a bit drowsy after the medicines(bad-drugs) I was given from 'the doctor'.