<span style="font-weight: bold">A Few Hours Before</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The guards lead her to her prison cell, her hands cuffed behind her as a small precaution but Viv couldn't help but feel insulted that there were only three guards escorting her. Even that distracting thought was instantly smothered by her overwhelming grief. Her mind was branded with the memory of the moment she turned around to see what had happened to her Deathsalkers. How she watched the life disappear out of Jarrett's eyes, how Tecwyn's and Vaz's bodies lied next to each other in a lifeless heap. Watching each of her Deathstalkers fall before her was like having her stomach gutted, her heart pulled out and crushed.<br/><br/>The rattle of iron bars as the guard went about unlocking her cell, shook Viv out of her stupor and before she could glance over at her new accommodations a hand gripped her by the chin and she now stared into the ugly face of one of her guards. "This one doesn't look so bad Larry," he remarked as he turned her head, judging every feature. Whatever he found, he rewarded her with a wicked smile.<br/><br/>"Leave her be Ian," came the stern tone of the guard that opened her cell.<br/><br/>The guard named Ian was about to say something but his next set of words were replaced with screaming as Viv instantly pulled her head away and bit hard into his hand. The rusty taste of blood spilled into her mouth as the guard screamed in panic, "Get this bitch off me!" Feeling hands grip her shoulders, ready to pull her back, Viv only clamped her teeth on the guard's hand all the harder continuing his cries of panic and agony. It all wasn't nearly as satisfying as she hoped. Finally someone punched her across the face, she continued to hold onto the guard's hand, but the force of the punch caused the skin to rip off. Finding herself on the floor, stars in her eyes, Viv had enough sense to at least spit out the piece of shit in her mouth before the guards forced her back up to a standing position.<br/><br/>Looking at his ruined hand, his eyes sparked with anger. "You bitch!" He yelled out as he backhand her across the face with his good hand. Viv's head whipped to the side, but not a sound came from her, she only raised her eyes defiantly at the guard. This only angered the guard more and he was about to punch her this time, but the one that seemed to be in charge stepped in and gripped the other guard's arm stopping his attempt. <br/><br/>"Enough!" The man said as he shoved the guard back. "Go get your hand checked." Without waiting for a response, he uncuffed Viv and pushed her into her cell, locking the door behind her.<br/><br/>Viv stood at the center of her cell taking in her surroundings. The two stood guard, the other left cursing. Hearing the guard curse didn't even bring a smile to Viv. No matter what she did to act tough, her mind raced to her Deathstalkers. She was the one that lead them to their doom, she should have seen it all coming, now they're all gone. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them spill, because two faces appeared in her mind, and Viv knew that she will strangled every bit of life out of their eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #336666">And when they die, you're the one who finds the son of a bitch who put them in the ground.</span> Tyler's words echoed in her mind, and Viv knew that she will not die, not yet.<br/><br/>Viv's body began to shiver with anticipation, her hands tingled with the need to find their way around Mariel's throat. That women will wish she never crossed paths with a Deathstalker.</span><br/><br/>____________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Now</span><br/><br/>Viv stood over the bodies of the guards as she calmly checked the ammo of the pistols she acquired from them. Holstering both pistols, she kept a combat knife handy and placed the other knife away on her belt. She would prefer using a pistol, but the noise would attract too much attention.<br/><br/>Glancing back at the guards, Viv knew she killed them and wouldn't worry about them being a threat to her later. The one she seduced over got a crude cut across his throat, while the leader was a little tougher to take down but Viv was surprised that she did manage to beat him, his neck twisted and his eyes empty. Her attention turning back to the window, the moon seemed to have risen an inch, she needed to get moving.<br/><br/>She moved quickly and quietly, Viv knew that she could not risk anything and get caught again. She wouldn't be of any use to anyone if she got herself killed, so Viv held tightly to her vow to avenge her Deathstalkers. Finally stepping out of the building she shivered, not from the cold of the night, but from the joy she felt that she was a step closer to her goal. Scanning the area, Viv had every intention to check all the buildings before her in search for Mariel and Hale. But her eyes caught sight of the water tower. Her face twisted in annoyance, as if the tower wasn't her hope for survival. Viv's body begged to run off in the opposite direction and find the ones who took everything from her. Swearing under her breath, she hurried for the motorpool.