A/N: Inspired by Halestorm's 'I'm Not An Angel' and watching Suicide Squad while cleaning and cooking for the holiday. Hope you enjoy is a spur of the moment kind of story.

Chapter 1

The dilapidated building was bursting at the seams with activity and noise. The rowdy crowd's dins of screams and cheering seemed like it would bring down a patrol at any moment. Normally it would draw a patrol. What the wonders of well-greased palms could do to prevent just that event never ceased to amaze Silas.

He was King Midas in his domain here and he had the golden touch to be able to either liberate funds from his clientele or make them rich as well. The upcoming fight had him on edge however. It wasn't that it was a girl that was the main opponent, or that he was unsure of her performance because girls fought under his hosting just as often as the men. He didn't worry about her performance either because this girl had performed spectacularly prior to tonight.

What had Silas on edge that this was also not supposed to be happening at all. He had put his foot down that she would no longer be fighting after the three night marathon he had arranged for her to be the star of. In one week's time she was due to transfer out of his life forever and the only reason he had agreed to let her be pushed into another fight was because his wife Angelica had demanded it of him. He had to continue to live with Angelica but Quinn was another story.

Up on a raised dais he sat on his throne with his wife by his side and watched as the young girl was drug in and the bag that had been put over her head was pulled off. Angelica leaned forward with a predatory glance and licked her lips. She had weighed the odds against Quinn for tonight and Silas wondered one more time what he had gotten himself into when he had agreed to marry her.

Silas flinched when the ice blue eyes of his sister locked on to his and he read the murder those hard orbs held as she looked first to him and then moved past him to the woman beside him.

She didn't wait for the fight command to be given. Quinn leaped into action and had the first man's arm out of his socket before he had even fully hit the ground in the pit arena that served as the ring for all fights.

His screams seemed to increase the jeering of the crowd as bets were being called and accepted. The next opponent, this time wearing the black and white of candor, dropped and was moving his legs in a run before they made contact with the packed dirt. Perhaps he thought that by doing this it might even his chances at keeping his limbs from being shattered.

The gamble did not pay off and in fact was turned against him because the barely 18 year old young woman used his own momentum to slam him against the solid wall of the crater. A sickening crunch was heard as blood started to pour from the man's forehead. His eyes rolled up into his head and he dropped to the ground in a heap.

Opponents kept dropping and each one was taken out in progressively brutal methods. Her ice blue shirt and dark blue pants were stained with blood, hers and then men's she was facing. She kept her movements to a minimum as she needed the stamina to last through the pre-determined amount of ten men.

The last man jumped into the ring and this one she went full tilt at. Her strikes became a frenzy of activity and blurred into one another. Kicks, jabs and punches were thrown and the only sound was the whooshing of her limbs flying and meeting flesh. The crowd had almost quieted as they sensed blood in the water. Instead of finishing this last opponent off though she was interrupted by the sound of him pulling a gun and the report of his failed shot.

The gun was wrested from his control and her feral smile let the crowd know they needed to disperse. Because she would not show mercy when none had ever been given her.

With a quick pressure point attack she downed the last opponent and stripped him of any ammo or valuables and ran the pit in a circle. At first no one could figure out what she was doing until on her last lap they finally saw she had ran the circular pits walls up and broke free.

She didn't waste time and aimed for the heart of her brother dropping him to his death. Then with a last look and a wink to Angelica, promising her that this was far from over, she ran creating a path for herself out of the building.

She didn't stop running until she reached the Hancock building and bolted up the stairs. Once she emerged out onto the roof she raced the next level to reach the zip-line and pulled the bag she kept in case and strapped it over her then grabbed the sling Dauntless hid. She was hooked up and pushing off well before the doors had even opened.

This should have been exhilarating but it wasn't; it was survival. She had holstered the gun in her waist band and readied her hand on the release to drop into the building she needed to complete her escape. She had thought she timed it perfectly but didn't count on her multiple wounds and adrenaline to leave her so soon. She had very little time to register the figure in black that had begun to run underneath her before she released and prayed she got it correctly.

When she landed she didn't land all of the way onto the padding she had prepared again in case she needed it; and had the wind knocked out of her. She heard a crunch of her own and knew at least a finger had been broken as she coughed and gasped to suck in air.

The gun drawn she tried to start running full out again but was losing steam. When she emerged into the alleyway she saw that at least two of Angelica's ice blue henchmen were closing in on her. She was able to get off one shot and landed it right between the eyes.

The last guy waited for a bullet that never came as the chamber clicked empty and she couldn't get her fingers to work to reload.

Growling she tossed the gun up into the air and spin kicking it she was able to launch it at the final guy and nailing him hard enough to drop him.

She allowed herself to drop to her hands and knees to catch a breath and evaluate her injuries.

She checked ribs and fingers, her head and legs were all poked and prodded and determined what could wait and not. She had to work fast because she was fading.

She whipped the bag off of her back and pulled out the med kit. She cleaned the deep cuts that needed to be cleaned and screamed as the needle piercing the jagged flesh and worked through the only two she could stitch back together.

Her hands were shaking as she looked at the two fingers that were bent at wrong angles. Knowing she needed to set them quickly she grabbed the first and the sound of bone grating on bone was repeated twice before the girl allowed herself to give up a sound.

Her vision was fading and she cursed her weakness. She heard footfalls and ran to grab the gun she had used as a projectile and reloaded with the pilfered ammo.

She could barely suck air in through her mouth or nose and sighted for the direction of the running feet fast approaching her.

The last thing she caught before her vision began to black out was the hulking figure in black next to a lankier one approaching as one would approach a rabid animal.

"Easy there. We saw you during our patrol and are here to help you." He had a deep voice and spoke in a worried manner. "We need to get you looked at. Do you know where you are?"

Quinn scoffed and motioned with her gun in a 'back up bitch' gesture. "I appreciate the sentiment but you will have to fucking forgive me if I doubt the word of Dauntless Patrol that is allowing this shit to happen. Kindly back the fuck up and I won't put a bullet to your brain for your wisdom."

The blonde held his hands up still but wasn't moving. Quinn huffed and turned to run the other direction but hit a brick wall in her physical ability and dropped.

"Fuck me gently with chainsaw you have got to be joking me." She growled and her vision started fading. "Gods dammit I knew I should have just burned the damn cuts closed." She muttered and still fought to crawl along.

"Well that would have been stupid if you had internal bleeding wouldn't it have been." The hulk said in an amused tone as he went and picked up the girl just as all limbs went out on her as she went under. "Hayes, radio the medic and bring the Humvee. Let's get her to the goddamn safe house at least. Oh and pick that piece of shit up and make sure he is put in a cell to wait for me" The last was said in a voice laced with menace as he points to the lackey that the girl had to improvise to take down

Hayes raised an eyebrow. "You're not going to call it in to Four that we found her?" The lanky brown haired Dauntless drawled.

All he got in answer was a quirked eyebrow and hard steel grey eyes. Hayes lifted his hands and whipped out his communicator to call in the medic to the safe house they had set up for covert ops in the area. Which was where they had been for the past week trying to get info on the operation they had busted tonight when they had found the girl as a main attraction. She had been missing for a week before tonight.

Once Hayes was out of the area the blonde gently lifted the girl's shirt to feel around and appraise her wounds and let his worry for her finally show.

"I promise I won't let that shit happen to you again Quinn. You will be home soon but fuck if I am not proud of you baby." He said in a low voice and scowled when his probing showed there was one wound that needed to be stitched soon. He pulled open the bag and smiled when he saw everything he would need and set to working on getting the one that needed to be done sewn up, and then his lips thinned at the fresh ones she had done herself. Those could wait to be redone once they got to the safe house.

He threw her bag over his shoulder and tucked her gun into his pants before he picked her up and carried her to the waiting Humvee. One brief touch of his lips to her forehead before he wiped any affection from his face and once again became the most ruthless leader Dauntless had ever known.