[h2][color=66CD00]Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

Vitoria stared into the sights of the gun that was now uncomfortably placed inside of her mouth, she listened to the henchman in the front of the car, whose hands were on the steering wheel. She considered attempting to activate her semblance, but with her legs in the state they were in her Aura was already necessary elsewhere. She attempted to spit the gun out of her mouth, but it seemed the sharp inhalation of oxygen didn’t help her broken ribs and she immediately softened up to the gun that was in her mouth, as strange as that sounded.

[color=#9d36ff]"I'm going to take the gun out of your mouth and give you a chance to talk now."[/color] Bianca's voice continued it's monotone trend.

[color=#f76a84]"Fucking finally."[/color] The girl attempted to say with the gun still in her mouth. Bianca removed the gun and for a few blissful moments there was silence.

[color=#f76a84]"I'm not going to help you bitches. Fuck this Faunus bitch, fuck this stupid Fiordilatte whore"[/color] It wasn't long before Vitoria felt the gun creep up her shirt and firmly plant itself on her stomach. A lot of organs were there, Bianca was no doctor but she figured a couple rounds oughta be bad for her complexion.
[b][color=2E2C2D]How do you fucking like it?[/color][/b]
It seemed she was scared.
[b][color=2E2C2D]Are you prepared to meet your god?[/color][/b]
Good.
[b][color=2E2C2D] T̵̷̵̼̲̖̘͈͉̼ͅh̴͇͍͔̱̞͇̱͖̺i̡̖̼̱̠̼̯̲͇̕s҉̷͕̩̭̖̣̭̻̞̕ ̡̧̠͔̥̝̰̫͉̯i̫͔̯͈͚̗͕s̢̤̜͚̱͠͠ ͉͍͢w̴͍̖̭͉h҉҉̡͚̭̬̩͖̳̗̳e̯̝͍̠̱̜̰ŗ̙̥̱̞̝̞̘̬̟ḛ͉̖̹̪̦̙͍͟ ̧͏̖͙̤̟̻͎y̸̧͍̼͖̠ͅo̲͔͇̣u̠̜͡ ̩̪̰f̠̥̙̻̺u͏̵̜̞̳c̶͝͏̤̣̻̭̤͕̗̘̼k̶̼͖̖i̸̩̩̬͙̥͕̕͡ͅn͇̗̱̦̫̘̣͜ͅg͎͕̮̤̀͢ͅ ҉̥̬̙̬͙͇e̙͔̤̖̫͓͈ͅn̤̮̝͞͞d̟[/color][/b]
Bianca could barely contain the smile that wanted to spread across her lips. But she did. She was still Bianca, she didn’t want to hurt people. 
[b][color=2E2C2D]P̛̺̺̹̥͌̐͑̐̾ͯr̗̤͎̝̖̼͙̀ͭͯͤ̏ͯ̚̚͘͝ẹ̴̴̠͉̪͖̭͐̾̈́ͩ͆p̆ͧͫ҉̵̧̲ͅǎ͙̺̲͍ͦ̑ͨ͗ͥ̑̂͡r̡͈ͩ̄͘͝ȇ̳͕̗͢ ̢̨͈̲̘̭͖͎̲̻͖̋͐̈̍͘t̢͕̳̎ͩ̿̕o̓̈ͬͨͯ̚҉͇̱̙̳͖̫͈̥ ̳̜̮̹ͨ̂̑̉̊̿̑͆̅ḑ̌͏̙̳͙̖ͅḯ̵̪͇̽̔ͩ̚e̶̜̤̮̝̳̜̦̋̀̂ͪ ͈̙͕̫͎ͫͣ̾̏ͩ͛͟V̗̘̦̟̟̝̩̽ͧͭ̍̍ͅḯ̝͚̯̗̰̗ͦ͑̽̂̽ͧt̨̧̲̼̜̥͈͓̀͝o̐ͦ̿͘͏͏̮̖̩ṙ̴̻̖̱̗̥̤ͅī̶̧̗̺̞̳̩̳̑̌̓͗ͦá̶̢̞̟̔̾͠ͅ ̡̘͇̩͐͋́D̤͉͎̺͉̹ͦ͊ͫ͗ͦ̒̏̅̎ơ̥̯̤̂ͤ̚d̷̻̠̦͇̻̖̱̊̏͊ͧ͒ḯ̵̥̻͎̙̳͈͍̗̏ͧ̔̀ͥ̈͠c̴͎̲̣̩̟̓ͫ͗̓̕͞i̵̛͎͐̉̑̎͆̽͗̚[/color][/b]

There wasn't much to do about non-cooperation however.

[color=#f76a84]"Fucking shoot me then."[/color] 
[b][color=2E2C2D]I... I'd love to.[/color][/b]
Bianca's hand rested on the gun calmly, her finger on the safety. But she couldn't switch it off.
[b][color=2E2C2D]I... I want to.[/color][/b]
She felt pressure build up in her fingers, felt them want to move, and yet they didn't.
[b][color=2E2C2D]What is wrong with me?[/color][/b]
[color=#9d36ff]"What do you want to do about this Gratia?"[/color]