As she sat there staring at me, I knew. Her almost black eyes traveling over every inch of my body and I knew. I knew what most people feared. As her light hair fell into her cold eyes, I knew. Those eyes glinted in the light, so dangerously. I knew what my fate was. I knew where I would end up in the end of all ends. I was going to die even though I was already dead. She was going to kill me. She was going to rip me apart. They shouldn’t have brought her here. She’s a power that can’t be tamed. They think they know. They don’t. She’s persuasive, manipulative, and giving everyone else what I can’t. I’m so going to die.

Phoenix moved quickly as the hunters moved towards her. She almost laughed at their sorry attempt to ‘slay’ her. The first one came on strong, his arm outstretched with his effort to stake her. She laughed grabbing the man’s arm and flipping him over. She drove his own stake into his heart. The next one came on slower with a cross. She knew this hunter by name. He was their leader. His name was indeed, Hunter. Her face contorted a bit before she grabbed the cross from him and shoved it in another hunter’s side. The man stared a bit before coming on again. She moved her hand up quickly using a technique she often used. She had promised the boy’s mother when she had killed her that she would make it quick. She snapped his neck before her lips closed over it. The crimson droplets soaked her parched lips with a hunger not even she could over-power. It tasted so sweet to her dead heart as it pumped down her throat coating it with beautiful life. She sucked him dry as the others ran. She had killed their leader what else were they to do. She let the body drop, blood pouring from the poor man’s jugular. She stepped over the body with tenderness not wanting to get her new leather boots dirty. That one had been strong. She could taste it in his blood. She leaned over the man, letting her dark eyes travel over his body. She sniffed experimentally. She pulled back quickly as a metallic smell filled her senses. It wasn’t the blood. Human blood smelled like sweet roses to her. She had been tricked. This was a human, yes, but he had been tainted. She growled in frustration and began to run. She should have seen. She ran hard as her vision began to become blurred. If she could only get to the warehouse, she might be able to lose them. She knew it blind. Figures jumped out of the shadows grabbing her. She flung them like dolls but more grabbed at her shoving something into her frozen veins. She whimpered slightly like a wounded beast.

“Good job, Phoenix, welcome to the team,” a male voice said in front of her. She brought her foot up with the last of her strength. It met its target with a smirk and a laugh from Phoe before everything went black.

She gave a small smirk as she felt pain circulate through her body.

“Keeping me down because you can’t fight your own battles,” Phoenix cracked openly. She let her eyes surge open, using the pain as her strength to get up off the cold ground. “You are such a man,” she stated looking around at the barred enclosure. The man in front of her had bruising over the left side of his face. It must have been the same guy she had landed the nice kick to earlier. She gave a small smile twirling a bit. “I have no problem with pain, sugar,” she commented looking the man square in his baby blue eyes. “Come on, Baby Blue, where am I?” She questioned. The man nodded slightly to another man that was standing to the side of him. He walked towards the wall pushing a small green button. The pain was gone. Phoenix let out a laugh. “What? Cat got your tongue?” She questioned licking her lips. She slinked down the wall still laughing.

“I’m waiting,” the man informed her. Phoenix raised both of her eyebrows at him for further explanation. “For a friend,” the man went on. Phoenix did a mock nod acting as if she was really listening.

“So, Baby Blue, why am I here then?” Phoenix asked from the floor looking down at her nails. Blood caked them. She let a smile grace her face. That’s when the door slammed open.

“Where is she then?” The man asked, his voice echoing over the walls. Phoenix let her eyes drift up the man’s features. She knew that face. She knew it well. The man’s face was bird-like with a sharp rather pointy nose. His dark hair was tipped in a lighter brown and spiked back into a pointy Mohawk. The man’s build was rather wispy but she knew that it hid many strengths.

“Well hello, Falcon,” she commented with a smirk in his direction. Falcon’s deep yellow eyes drifted over her form before moving from side to side nervously.

“How does it feel to be on the other end of the bars?” He questioned. Phoenix rose to her feet meeting the man at the same end of the cage.

“Good, I always did like to be chained up,” she commented with a smirk. Falcon frowned.

“I’d keep her with the others,” he said swiftly before sweeping from the room, his dark trench coat flapping like wings.

“So you’re under bird boy’s control, Baby Blue?” Phoenix questioned glancing once again to the man with the intense blue eyes.

“The name is Reagan,” the man commented with a glare in her direction. “And he’s under mine.” Reagan smirked at her before turning. The guards rustled before walking forward. Phoenix sunk back as she noticed the electric guns they held in their hands. One guard took out a set of keys unlocking the cage door. As soon as that was done, Phoenix moved quickly knocking the first guard away from the door with a nicely placed kick. An electric current coursed through her body sending her to her knees. She growled deeply in her throat before bringing up her arm and snapping the man’s neck. He fell to the ground. More guards seemed to be piling into the room. So she moved quicker locking a few in the cage to make it easier. Another electric current surged her being sending her to the ground again. This time she brought her arm up to knock the man’s elbow. The electric gun fell from his hand into her own. She shocked anyone that got near her. Soon most of the guards began to move out of her way. She walked from the small room her blonde hair falling around her face.

“See you found a way out,” Falcon commented leaning against a nearby wall.

“See you’re working under someone for once,” Phoenix retorted. She walked faster down the long corridor looking for a way out.

“You won’t find one,” Falcon went on following her swiftly. “They locked the place down after you took out the first guard,” he said taking a hit from his cigarette. Phoenix walked quicker hoping that the annoying bird man wouldn’t follow. He did.

“Who are they?” She questioned.

“Dealers, gamblers, businessmen, hell, I don’t even know and I’ve been here since we last met,” Falcon said. “They want you to fight and they won’t quit until you do.”

“I’m not fighting anyone I don’t want to,” she told him.

“But you will,” Falcon retorted. “You will because you won’t be able to go on without doing so. They’ll keep you prisoner until you do their bidding.”

“Oh no, you are mistaken my winged friend,” Phoenix commented stopping to pluck the cigarette from Falcon’s mouth. His yellow eyes drifted from side to side confused. Phoenix took a long drag blowing a smoke ring around his face. “They will be doing mine.” She smirked throwing the butt on the ground and grounding it with her toe. She began walking again leaving Falcon to his own thoughts.