'Damn it!' Ivory growls after he ran to the destroyed plane, looking at the small girl on the ground and seeing bruises and blood.

Yeah, it had crashed but it wasn't Trevor Philips who had crawled out of the wreckage. As he was trying to think of a back up plan, a soft murmur from the girl indicated that she was alive but barely.

'It just had to be you,huh Carly? Well, whatever you did to Philips saves me a lot of trouble.' He says, kicking her in the face. She wouldn't scream, which pissed him off.

'Since you're probably not going to be alive for much longer, i'll tell you something that you can take to the afterlife with you. Johnny's alive.' He says, making her violet eyes shoot open.

'You...you son of a bitch.' Carly mutters, sitting up as much as her injured body would let her.
'Close to death and your still mouthing off. I'm not surprised, you are a defiant little bitch.' Ivory says, kicking her in her right side but Carly refuses to cry out in pain.

'Is that all you've got, Smith? You know that if i die, Johnny will hunt you down and make you suffer before he kills you.' Carly says, a cold smile on her face before Ivory hits her with a crowbar, knocking her out.

' I always thought that women with violet eyes were angels. You proved me wrong.' Ivory says,picking her up and carries her a few feet away from the fiery wreckage, then mercilessly throws the unconscious teen back onto the ground and walks away.

If she survived after that, he hoped that she wouldn't remember anything.

If not, he wouldn't feel anything.

Either way, Ivory Smith was going to get what he wanted.

No matter what it took to do it.