Xtian was on his runs. Knocking over Postal Offices, lockpicking things, the usual petties and felonies and other crimes, this time though, he was in Philadelphia. He was a bit bored, but that boredom died with his torture victims, the ones that his family let him torture anyway. He loved his life, his family, friends... He could barely tire of the drinking competitions he and Victor competed in, all the perverted talk he just listened to as Victor, Falcone and Captain conversed in those ways, the times he and Lady Swalinny were together as well as Lady Cookie. He also loved Lady Midnight's company, even though she wasn't a part of his crew and even though he was scared of her after she... Did things, not to mention Lady Secra's company as well, her child-like innocence helping him keep control of his Insanity, something his Blood Parents caused him to have. He loved it all, really.

He was on his way home to LA by plane, where his Family lived. No, not his Blood Family, "Blood makes you related, Loyalty makes you family," after all. Victor, if he was blood, he'd consider a brother, as well as Captain... But then he realized that these thoughts were kinda weird. Why was he thinking this? The Plane stopped and he got out of the plane, walking out of the airport and onto the street. The wind was pounding on him, as well as the mist blanketing the streets. He caught his Fedora and his Mask from flying off, his White Hair blowing in the wind as well as his outfit, which was a Black and White Kimono straight from Japan itself, adorned with Red Ribbons and a Blue Cloth Belt... Ok, he semi-lied to himself about the outfit being from Japan, it was stolen from a Museum, with VictorDallas as his accomplice. Good times. He loved those times. Back in the street, he was in front of his Home. A good home.

He went up the steps and knocked on the door. "Hello, it's me, Xtian. I'm home guys. Can someone come and answer the door?" He waited... And waited... But... This reminded him of something... That one time... When..! No! No, no, no. Those thoughts aren't true... Are they? He looked at the door knob. "... There is no way... No way that they all just... Died, right? Like Lady Tarlo? It's... Impossible..?" He shook his head. He grabbed the door knob and slammed the door open.

There they were.

Victor, Falcone, Bacon, Midnight, Cookie, and... Swalinny.

All... Dead.

"... They're... All... De..a...d...?" He stared at each and every corpse, taking his mask off to see them clearly. Victor was there with his bottle of whiskey, still in his seat. Captain was lying there, all starfish-like. Falcone was right in front of Bacon as he was in front of Lady Cookie who were all face down. Midnight was there too, dead, her body not even in the right position, but hey, what body is in the right position when they die? But then there was Swalinny... She died in a position. A pose. That same pose he knew all too well. That same pose he saw when Xtian's Sister died. That same pose he saw when Lady TarloSzatana died. It's so... Similar...

"... Ah... Hahaha... Haha, Ha! HAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He laughed. He couldn't believe this was happening again. His loved ones keep dying, and dying, and dying! Haha! HAHAHA! His laughs were filled with grief, sadness, and despair. This had to be a joke. Another perverted joke made by VictorDallas, CaptainTHC, and Original_Falcone. It had to be a joke. It couldn't not be a joke. He kept laughing to himself, not realizing the reality right in front of him. Laughing, and laughing, and laughing.. He went up to Victor's Corpse, shaking his shoulders. "Hey, Victor! Remember when you said that you'd send me into your bedroom in a Maid outfit?! LET'S GO ON THAT MISSION! HaahahahahaAHAHAH!" He ran to Falcone, Bacon, and Cookie. "Hehehehehe! Hey! Lady Cookie! Falcone! Bacon! A good joke, am I RIGHT?!" More laughing from him, tears in his eyes. He ran to Midnight. "Hey, Midnight! You're enjoying this, right?! This torture?! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAH!" He finally walked over to Lady Swalinny, tears consuming his eyes. "Ahahahahaaaah! Hey, Lady Swalinny! You look just like them! My Sister, and Lady Tarlo too! Hahaha..! Haha... Heh... Hn... Hmm... Mn..." He finally stopped laughing, letting tears consume him as he started bawling on her. He wanted them all back. Why did they all have to die? Why? Who killed them all?! His family may have been mobsters, but they didn't deserve this! None of them deserved this at all! Why?! Why!? Why, why whywhywhwywhywhwywhwywhwyWHY. Why!? Why... Why..?! Why was he one of the only survivors?! Why did he have to be in Philadelphia!? Why did he have to go there?! He could of protected them! He could of changed everyone's fate if he was there! Why!? WHY!? 

He quit bawling. He got off of Swalinny's corpse and sat on the ground. Why was the most important question he had. He hoped Lady Secra didn't hear him laugh, yell, cry... He wished none of this happened. He wanted everyone back, his family, his friend... He should of died with them all... He then realized that if he died, Lady Secra would be the one yelling and screaming and crying.. Who knows what his body would look like... He was just glad that he was alive, along with Lady Secra. Wherever she was... He wondered where Captain was too...

Secra had been on her usual run in LA, Midnight had her on her toes making a little extra cash to help with portions and fortifications that were needed. She enjoyed the work and stopped when the sky seemed to darken. Heading back towards HQ she felt something was off and entered, thats when she looked around, gone.... empty, blood everywhere. She hid her mouth in terror when no one was around. Before quickly heading to The cookie Factory... She had friends everywhere. 

She ran to the cookie factory confused and frightened hoping to find out what happened. Seeing the front door open and the sound of someones breathing heavy from what could have been a fight or crying she stepped in. Shocked to see everyone except for Xtian alive in the HQ. Quietly she walked over trembling and hugged Xtian from behind as her body shuddered. "C....come on.... S..shouldnt stay here..." She was shaking her head slightly out of fear for her friend.

He looked at Lady Secra. Someone like her shouldn't be experiencing this. Then again, no one should. "... Yeah... We should... Leave..." Xtian was silent. He got up, put his mask back on and simply walked out of the door, nearly limping. He was depressed as heck. Eyes devoid of emotion and hidden lips that didn't move in either direction.

"..." He soon stopped, waiting for Lady Secra.

Secra couldnt help it.... the lifeless eyes... she had seen it before she went around and made sure to shut everyones eyes.... a farewell kiss on their foreheads. She looked away and went to Xtian, grabbing the fabric of the clothing he wore and looked away. "L...lets... g..go..."

"... Ok..." And so, they walked off together. To where they go, who knows?