Payback

After surviving Hannah's poison, Elway decides to be No More Mr. Nice Guy. He sets on a quest to Argentina to even the score with Hannah by any means necessary, even if it means beating her at her own game: murder.

When Jacob Elway wakes up, he doesn't remember much of what happened. A blinding white light makes him dizzy; it's a miracle he doesn't die from the pounding headache in the back of his eyeballs. He smells the sharp stench of antiseptic and freshly starched sheets and realizes where he's at: in a hospital.

He hates hospitals; they remind him too much of death, of deeds left undone.

Perhaps that's why he's here.

Everything was a blur for Elway; he can't recall how he got here, or why he got here. All he can remember is the stank smell of a bus, the terrified eyes of a child, and the swish of blonde hair.

Blonde hair...

"Sir, you need to lie back down. The toxins have yet to leave your body."

Toxins?

A phantom feeling of a pinprick of the needle sliding into his vein...

It all comes back to him. Hannah.

Hannah Fucking McKay.

She did this.

She's the one that escaped justice's clutches again.

She made a fool of him, mocked him, plagued his mind as she walks around a free woman after the countless bodies she's left in her wake.

She must pay.

She has to pay.

"Hannah McKay," he rasped out, grinding his teeth in quiet rage. He wants justice. He wants tor redeem himself and reclaim his reputation as a hero, not a victim.

"Pardon?"

"Hannah McKay...did this...to me."

The nurse looked warily at the an, but instead nodded her head and called her other orderlies to look him over.

Elway lies back in his hospital bed, thoughts of Hannah McKay swirling into his mind. Her blonde hair, her beautiful blue-green eyes and flawless smile...

She looks better dead.

And he'll happily oblige.