Tallis stared at herself in the mirror, running her hands over the bruises that Jeremy had left her; bruises much different than the ones Cameron had left. Bite marks riddled her breasts and hickeys dotted every inch of exposed skin, even on her ass. These bruises were ones of love and passion, and she would not cover them up out of shame. She wasn't alone in front of the mirror for long, though, Jeremy joined her. [b]“The person you kill never truly leaves you. The last expression you see on their face will haunt you,”[/b] he mumbled quietly close to her ear. His words sent shivers down her spine, but she tried to fight them back. "I think I'll use a baseball bat." Tallis was ready. She [i]needed[/i] to be ready. They were at the end of the rope.

"Let's go."

***

Bikes were haphazardly parked at the clubhouse, several members smoking outside of the refinished garage. There was tension in the air. Tallis stepped off the back of Banshee, pressing her helmet into Voodoo's chest. "He's in there, Tallis," he said as he flicked his cigarette away. She ignored him, mostly because his words didn't even register. The only thing on her mind was Cameron. Blood dripping down his face. His body broken and bent. 

She wanted him dead.

Cameron was tied to one of the garage's steel beams, blood already dripping from his mouth. They boys had roughed him up a bit, but made sure to leave the rest for Tallis and Jeremy. They needed this. He was laughing like a demon. "They're sending you in to kill me? That's cute as shit."

"Shut the fuck up, Cameron. I'm tired of hearing your fucking voice." Tallis picked up the wooden bat that was waiting for her, swinging it around to test its weight. It would be perfect for the task at hand.

"This is going to start a war." He continued laughing, tears now trickling down his cheeks. "You thought I was bad, my boys are worse!" Cameron spit in her direction, barely missing her.

"I've fucked all of your boys, so I'd say they're probably better." She punctuated her sentence with another swing of the bat, but this time it made contact with both of his knees. [i]Crack.[/i] Screams filled the garage as Tallis continued swinging. Thighs. Ribs. Arms. Hands. Nothing was safe as her rage began to boil over. "I could have been a mother! This is payback for everything you did to me, you stupid fucker." At that, she began hammering the bat into his skull over and over again. Blood and bits of skull were flying off the bat with every blow.

Tallis was covered in his blood, but she couldn't stop. Tears were dripping down her face.