How fitting were those words of contempt held tightly like a noose around one's neck? Left hanging in these dwellings to dwell on her sentiment not yet settled while her enemies set to destroy the present she’d presently sought. To truly face her demons, she had to travel where it was said they’d fear to tread. An idea manifested as blood and flesh creatures that wished to bring their own apocalypse to her old home; the Holy Angels Church. Deciding to spend her fleeting time there, as it was the only valuable commodity she possessed, where she planned to pay respects to those loved and lost. Perhaps that was what finally broke her… Making her descent into madness with every step she took back to being surrounded by desolate loneliness of cold steel contraptions. But it wasn’t lunacy without retrospect, not a blind bestial rage as it had been in the past that made her teeth gnash. The mind was a potent tool for self-destruction, too much pressure and pain building up over a lifetime will be bound to explode. Once told by her pastor that it almost always leads to one of these three things to suffer violence based on who was blamed for these problems; the people, the place or yourself. But it never factored in when it reached a point you loathed all of them. Nor when you inadvertently had your soul sold and your fate sealed like your body was in a coat of fur, along with a darkened helmet to further distant her identity. Despite her information being buried so deeply, the fact she didn’t die that day would soon come to surface. And the facade of anything but a mentally and physically decimated girl, undergoing intense suffering would reach its climax. Given nothing but silence to scream at, she generously cursed at this blessing for in this moment. Nobody to judge, ridicule, stalk or torture her in retaliation was an opportunity she wouldn’t surrender. She didn’t need to wander far to find the a catalyst for her following actions and it didn’t take long to pry open the locked car door and ‘borrow’ a baseball bat in the backseat. Repeatedly raising it up over her head with both her hands, then unleashing pent up frustration in the healthiest way she could muster up in her conscience that was coated in more blood than the parked cars were with paint. For every skull she wished she’d caved in herself left another dent, with a satisfying clash against panes of glass that reflected her shattered life. Except in this case, she had no intention to pick up the pieces and repair the damages caused. “Fuck you bastard! When I get what I want, you’ll need more than extensive surgery to rid yourself of the scars. I’ll liquefy your smug face with my own fists! Fuck your manipulative, arrogant actions you’ve done with your slimy fucking fingers. And I swear I’ll fucking break them off if you dare touch me again!” [hr] This outrage lasted a while longer until she was halfway to the point of exhaustion. She removed her helmet and set it beside her, breathing heavily as she laid back on the hood of a car that remained intact. Hearing the softest unnatural sound of someone stepping on debris. Suddenly, she hopped up and whipped out her Beretta’s to fire a single round at the pillar in the northwest corner. The ring of the gunshot echoed as she called out, glaring with intensity and fingers still by the triggers. Did she really get that distracted to allow someone to find her here? “Who’s there? How’d you find me?” Unbeknownst to her, the rash reaction had muffled the approaching clicking sound of the grenade tapping against the floor and it was too late to notice it lying within her reach. [b]BANG![/b] Her ears screeched and her vision flooded white. The guns had fallen to the floor as she unconsciously covered her eardrums. She drew a quick conclusion, thinking of countermeasures as her body stumbled about like a drunkard. [i]“Dammit, it was a flashbang. But why...”[/i] Making a considerably quick recovery, since it certainly wasn’t the first time she’d been effected. Though by that point she was already brought down to the ground and restrained by several men that rushed out from their positions as their orders had been given. It was no coincidence and they had come prepared, hogtying her to thick chains as they rattled while she squirmed on her stomach. To her own embarrassment, she was even muzzled though she wasn’t blindfolded, able to see garbs very similar to the man she flattened with the motorbike. On top of the fact that they hadn’t killed her made it unlikely that they're the ones that attacked before. Also, allowing her to see would’ve been foolish if she hadn’t already known who was behind this. The woman stepped forward with a cold stare, that bitch of a girlfriend that she ditched at the bar. Her voice was business-like and deliberate as she spoke the fewest words possible to reach her point. “You look surprised. That’s because you know nothing about me and all the wealth and resources I have at my disposal. But I’m not here to kill you. I’m here for my boyfriend’s sake and this is how I negotiate with someone stubborn. He offered you a chance to kill someone you were after right? But how about I help you take out every single one of them in exchange? If you think I’m not capable of such a feat, well, you’ve already underestimated me once now...and look how that turned out for you.” There was an intense staredown with a tense atmosphere too thick to cut, as the several men still gripped their firearms in precautious preparation for any conflict. Even when figuratively declawed, her beast-like presence brought an ominous shiver down their spines. It was almost twisted that Scarlett understood the woman’s logic, in that if the woman hadn’t gone to such lengths of coercion she’d be more dead than serious. Something had certainly gone wrong in her head that Scarlett was even considering hearing her out, not that she really had much choice... After assessing Scarlett's stillness, the woman shrewdly smiled and continued. "Perhaps, we'll actually get somewhere..."