Kate stopped dead in her tracks.  Barely having stood in this bloody scene she found herself all too soon back on the floor.  The pain was excruciating, Kisuya, she could just about see as her eyes came to a close, stood leering over her shell.  The wind had been knocked from her.  Hell it felt like, when he’d punched her, he’d reached into her gut and yanked out her soul.  Nausea overwhelmed her.  Had she been a cartoon surely little birds would be flying round her head.  But this was no cartoon, nor was it fun.  He’d fucking meant that punch!<br/><br/>She fought to breathe, the impact smashing her insides, her breathing shallow.  Her struggle to reopen her eyes negated when he roughly turned her over, face down, pressing her cheek against the cold unforgiving floor.  But open they did, Naoto's now congealed blood in her sight, it’s coppery scent invading her senses quickly bringing her back to the moment, quickly bringing back that fight instinct.<br/><br/>She’d actually become fond of Naoto.  Whilst he’d been an informant which she used for the likes of taking down the assholes like this one, the monsters, they shared some similar views often putting the world to rights.  Fuck!<br/><br/>Kisuya's knees were either side of her but not so high up that she couldn’t move her upper body.  The hardness under her left breast told her that her piece still remain intact, miraculously, in its holster.  If she could just get to it.   She groaned in response to his words, shifting her right hand slightly under her weight.  He knew she was conscious,  it wouldn’t pay to pretend otherwise.  And her training wouldn’t allow it.<br/><br/>Her fingertips sought out her weapon while she lay there being humiliated, her groans desperately trying to hide her efforts.   His hand groping her ass as he pushed her down...repeatedly.  Eyes flicking up to find him she could see why he’d been labelled as the most dangerous man she would ever have the misfortune to come across.<br/><br/>She had it, she was ready.  All she’d have to do was cock the safety and pull the trigger.  Close.  Direct.  Make it count, because if her shot didn’t kill him she wouldn’t see the sun set.  And if she did, she’d wish she hadn’t.  Could she do it?  He was sat low enough across her, his weight wasn’t on her distressed torso.  She could probably even turn over with that huge hand of his against her ass.  But the one on her temple...that one was brutal.  That one would stop her getting a clear view for her shot.<br/><br/>Kate breathed in, coughing lightly, she tasted that coppery taste in her own mouth.  Ugh!   Stop thinking Kate, she berated herself. Do what you gotta do.  She tried to turn but the movement was sluggish, pained, and the look of glee on his face when he caught sight of her gun peaking out, yet not enough to be cocked leg alone shot, turned her stomach.   She braced herself knowing that whatever was about to come wasn’t  going to be good.  For her.   Her last thoughts of Chris as she closed her eyes seeking inner peace with the universe.