Nurichell tapped a blue converse against the concrete floor in time with the clicking second hand of the dollar store clock on the dark wooden table beside her. Across from her sat a man, not much older then a boy, his back against a white wash board and his hands held over himself in a wide Y, strips of metal and screws holding him there. An IV was dripping a light pink liquid into his vain just above the bend in his elbow, and just below a tattoo of a skull with bat wings and wide human-like eyes. His legs were tied at the knees and ankles to bars in the floor, spread at the same angle of his arms leaving him in a sort of bent spread where no one limb touched another. His steel toed black boots had been removed and placed just to his left along with his socks, tshirt, jacket, and jeans, leaving only dark green plaid boxers to protect him from the cold floor. The man did not yet realize his fate, and the drugs feed to him at a house party just a few hours before had yet to wear off. His head hung limply to the side, long black hair covering most of his face, and though his dark distant eyes were open, they stared fixed and unseeing into his chest. Just to his right a large black vat of hot coals sat of an bed of embers, keeping the room well above the weather outside, where snow softly drifted, covering any sign that the two were even there at all. A deep chesty cough and a few small grunts from the man told Nurischell it wouldn't be long before he would be aware of exactly why he was so cold and want to know how he had gotten there. She considered whether she should tell him when he asked, knowing no one was going to believe a word he said once he left this place. Standing from her metal folding chair, the back of her tattered and sewn dark skirt falling behind her like the tail of a bird, giving background for her warn red fishnets. She pulled on a pair of blue latex gloves over her small pale hands before picking up a small vile of light blue liquid from a box of ten and uncapping one of the many needles that lay beside it. Taking her time, she filled the needle halfway and walked up to the mans IV. He shook his head slightly and tried to raise it, but the effort left him breathing hard and he let it fall back to his chest. Pushing the new drug into his system, she turned and sat back down, counting under her breath. When she got to about 67 the man looked up though glazed eyes as his heart raced the liquid to his brain. He tried to focus on the foggy image of the person in front of him, but the colors seemed too bright to be real and pulled out past where they should have been. "Who... who are you?" He grumbled, his voice felt thick and the sound of it shocked him, not remembering he had even said it.
"Oh me?" Nurischell placed a still gloved hand lightly under her neck, like someone who was genuinely surprised that he had asked her such a question, though her response was dripping in sarcasm. She lifted her hands to just above her head and looked dead at the man with stark blue eyes. "I... am Vengeance." His eyes widened as the image became sharper and a scream stuck in his throat as huge black wings sprouted from the woman's back and stretched nearly ten feet above her head. Her eyes glowed beams of blue light as the room around him darkened and filled with a rolling black fog, and his scream did escape and her up turned hands turned unto ling talons and her piercing laugh echoed throughout the room. "If someone would hear you, Kyle Zachman," Her voice sounded two toned to his ears, both shrill and deep, "then we would be somewhere else." A half crooked smile spread across her face as realization and fear washed over his. He pulled against his restraints, but all held, and Nurischell took a few steps closer. "You have lived a life few would be willing to stand against. You cause pain with no fear of harm to yourself, you suck the very life from those around you until they hand on your every word like a god. You will go to any length to get what you want, no matter who has to be hurt or pushed away to get you to it." She slowly walked over to the coals and picked one out with a pair of tongs. "Now I have come to restore the balance, to take the things that have given you power that wasn't yours." With her free hand she forced open his jaw, the drugs still making him to weak to put up much of a fight. He tried to struggle against her, his eyes not letting him know what was going on beyond a blur of black feathers and the gleaming blue lights. She dropped the coal into his mouth and held his jaw shut, the burning of his tongue sending enough pain to his brain to attempt to spur action, but his screams were muffled as the back of his throat burned.