<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Stiletto.png)</div><br/>It was just the briefest flash.  A body clad in leather, leaping past one of the cameras.  One of the few that didn't possess a blind spot that could be taken advantage of by the majority of human beings.  Flayer leaned forward, eyes roving over the panels, scrutinizing them for another hint.  There.  The glimpse of a face.  A beautiful one, skin gray, missing eye, raven hair.  No doubt about it.  Stiletto.  But why now?  It mattered little to him.  He could not allow her to pass through his territory so easily.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>How many minutes did she have?  Two?  One?  Was her life to be measured in seconds?  Hours?  Days?  Or would it end the very next moment, torn from her grasp before she had the chance to scream out?  It would have to be enough.  New meat was hard to come by these days, and the last thing the woman needed was for another woman to be broken down to a hollow shell and left out for the cats or Flayer to play with.  What she needed was someone fresh.  Someone as of yet untouched by the horrors of Crematoria.  Of course, this new girl was barely more than a child.  But she was still human inside, and that was a precious thing that should not be lost so easily.<br/><br/>Stiletto reached the edge of the growing crowd and scowled, her yellowed eye burning a hole in the backs of them until one of them turned around and noticed her.  His eyes went wide, as though he were looking at a ghost, and he immediately stepped aside and began nudging his would-be-rapist buddies.  She passed wraith-like through the prisoners, untouchable.  One of them seemed to grow enough nerve to try and play a game of grab ass--probably to spur the others into taking her down as well--only to find two of his fingers broken in her grip before he'd managed to get them below her waist.  The others went silent as the idiot ran off nursing his wounds.  They were right to be wary, and it wasn't just because of the woman's enigmatic reputation.<br/><br/>The stunrod slammed down on Big Mal's head with an audible crack, the sudden burst of energy sending sparks into the air and singing the brutish man's hair.  Once to the crown, twice to either temple, then six quick jabs to the kidneys.  A wild blur of electricity arcing over his unprotected back.  Her face remained placid, the low light casting deep shadows across her gray skin.  Even if such brilliant strokes didn't knock him out, the fact that the stimulation to his abdomen would no doubt cause him to void his bowels would be more than enough to take the fight out of him.<br/><br/>She rose her sharpened heel and kicked him bodily aside, using the man's own weight against him.  "Shove off.  If you all are so desperate for companionship, find a woman that wants some attention.  Or better yet, get used to the idea of your own hands before I decide to cut them off.  Anybody touches her will wish they were dead.  That clear enough for you, or would someone like to get sodomized by a few thousand volts?"<br/><br/>Stiletto pointed the stunrod at the crowd and shot off sparks for emphasis, her good eye roving over the sea of faces and daring them to make a move.  Only when her threat had sunken in completely did she cock her head in Jemma's direction and offer her hand.  "Get up.  I have little time to waste, and you need to find a cell of your own."