Strapping her to a seat, and Tying her up tight the mysterious man dressed in a purple suit let out a snarl of disappointment. How had this girl survived? No one had ever been able to withstand his powerful toxic gas. What made her so different? The man questioned to himself while he watched her in boredom. Every second was torture he wanted her out of his sight. With long jet black obviously dyed hair that resembled the night time sky, pale skin dressed in huge amounts of eyeliner he was feeling sick by just looking at her. She looked like the rest of the army of teenagers dressed in black these days. Feeling a jolt of relief when she opened her eyes he wasted no time. "How did you survive?" He questioned aggressively. "You just head butted me it wasn't like you.." She ranted on not understanding what he meant. "Not that you brat!, The toxin how did you survive?" Meeting his glare with an equally evil one she scoffed. "Don't call me a brat clown boy!" She yelled. Clutching his hands onto her neck he squeezed extremely tight.
"Don't you know when to keep that filthy mouth of yours shut!" He snarled extremely vicious. Struggling to push away Trish finally realized she was tied up. She was tied to a long plain white seat much like one in a dentist. Her stomach strapped in while her hands where tied up. She had no way out. Not giving up without a fight Trish pulled at her chains determined to get away. Letting out a repulsive set of laughter the man stood over her, taking in every inch of her. "FUCK YOU!" Trish screamed kicking him with her free feet. The man let out groans realizing he hadn't chained her feet. His eyes however glowed bright like a maniac. Trying hard to bite back the rest of the words in her throat Trish breathed in. Despite how much rage she felt she wasn't stupid. With the evil in his eyes she was not prepared to pull herself deeper. Wrapping his fingers inside her hair he pulled her up. A knife suddenly appeared in his hand. Trish began to struggle knowing well the man was going to use it. She was right. In a moment she felt the sharp sensation of the blade of a knife come into contact with her stomach.
She screamed feeling him twist it inside her stomach. Pulling it out without warning Trish contained the tears that bloomed in her eyes. Looking down at her white shirt all she could see was the crimson flow of blood. "That's what I call bloody excitement!" The man cackled above her. Watching as more and more blood dripped down soaking her once white shirt like a sponge Trish felt the anger burn inside of her soul her eyes like daggers on his skin sent glares. The man however was having the most fun he had in a long time. "BOYS!" He yelled his words creaking onto Trish like a bad dream. His words Smothering over her making her anger only increase. Feeling her heart beat increase Trish let out a laugh. "You're pathetic." She yelled unwilling to succumb to fear like most people would in this situation. Trish Night. She may be street smart, she may be intelligent, but she has a temper. And when you cross it no matter what she won't back down. Trish knew well that this man could easily take away her life but she was ready to die if this was the time for her to go. She'd lived in hell long enough. That's what she nicknamed life hell, because that's all it ever had been for her.
The man turned to face her again, His eyes sending her unwelcoming glares. Before anything else could happen a voice filled the room. "Boss." His muttered. "Give me that!" The man squealed running over to the voice. Trish couldn't see where he went or who the voice belonged to being tied to a chair she couldn't see much but it didn't bother her. The man now stood in front of her again his bowler hat now strung away revealing his greasy hair in all of its glory. "You survived the gas attack well done. But can you survive this?" The man asked revealing a needle in his hand. A needle full of his famous killing toxin, only this dose unlike his smoke was pure toxin not untainted in anyway. Moving towards her Trish was off. Kicking her legs around frantically while the rest of her body moved around in her seat she wasn't going to die without a fight of course. Constantly biting the air around her if she felt his hand became close.
However her resistance and fights where useless. Standing far away from her Trish let off a smirk thinking she had won. She hadn't. Throwing the needle she could do nothing. Flinging itself into her bleeding body Trish let off another scream feeling herself being drenched by pain. Coming up when she was helpless the mysterious man pressed the needle down injecting her with every single drop. Standing over he watched. After all what if his famous toxin was losing its power? That's the only reason he could think of if she was still alive he just had to make sure.