A/N: I've re-written chapter two! Now I can start working on chapter three. Hope everyone enjoys! I'd love a review, thanks!

I gazed down at my palms, observing the thick blood stains that concealed my sweaty hands. Dark blood gushed out from the lifeless figure in front of me, the hot red liquid turning stone cold against the dusty wooden floorboards.

I took the last swig from my bottle, draining the final drop, and flung it. The bottle impacted with the surface of the wall, shattering and joining the other piles of crushed glass.

Another salty tear plunged onto my cheek and trickled down. A short weep escaped the my lips, just as I attempted to mop up my misty eyes.

I slowly dragged my frail hands against the floorboard, my shaky breaths twisting into low groans. I shot a nasty glare at the corpse, and began breathing slowly.

I began to rise to my bare feet, stumbling as I did so. Carefully, I scooped up the can of gasoline into my hands. I felt sick, disgusted with myself. I hesitated. I thought about the past, and my grip on the gasoline can tightened. I narrowed my eyes and dumped the gasoline over the deceased corpse. I spat on him. A tiny stream floated from my foggy eyes. I wiped my tears away, and drew in a deep breath. I situated myself next to the dead body, removing my lighter from my back pockets.

"This is for Isabella, enfoiré."

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"Yo, Gabs?" I batted an eyelid, discovering my line of thoughts had been broken. My pupils searched franticly, seeking to find the sudden interruption. My head snapped sideways, my muscles tense.

What I came across was a pair of blue tinted glasses fixed on me, a shiny gold frame making the spectacles look rather stylish. The past events came rushing back as quick as a bullet.

"Huh?" I blinked, my large eyes gazing at him. "S-Sorry. I eh, dozed off."

I cursed under my breath, the tiniest sigh escaping my chapped lips. For the first time I noticed a small gold ring pierced through Johnny's ear, after all this had been my only time to fully examine him, with everything that happened with the shooting.

Oh god, the images flashed back through my mind. The ear splitting screech being shot through the air, the brain matter spilling like a bowl of jelly. I couldn't even imagine what it must of felt like, a bullet plunging into your head, tearing you apart and leaving blood stains and a rather big mess.

One short pull of a metal trigger and boom, that's it.

What had I gotten into? My mind raced, I studied the door handle. With one small click and a lot of courage, I could be gone. Out of this mess I had landed myself in, this was just fucking great.

I was forever in debt. Why couldn't that horrible, gang banging thug of put a stop to my worthless life when he had the chance. Ugh, that scream, I'll never forget it.

A tiny click pulled me from my wicked thoughts of escape. I shifted around in my seat, noticing our car slowing down. My heart began to pound, gaining more speed and beating even harder.

Soon we were driving leisurely, like normal civilians. Before I could even realise what was happening, the vehicle came to a halt. The loud purr of the engine no longer existed.

All of a sudden that tiny click hit me like a boomerang. My eyes bulge, either in shock or complete horror. I'm dreading this moment, my murky blue eyes travel around until they settle on their destination.

Before my eyes, Johnny's red seatbelt button has already been pressed. It's open, and that means we're getting out now. A psychopathic thug, and me, a twenty year old homeless girl who steals her cloths off of innocent people's washing lines.

Wait, rewind. Many thoughts have just hit my head, hard. Soon I'm getting a headache, great, this is just perfect. The leather seat next to me is empty, the seatbelt has been plugged out, and I gaze up through the clear glass windows.

Outside, crowds of young teenagers have gathered around in a large group. Loud cries of laughter and cheers erupt from the group, it makes me sad seeing how much fun there having.

Well. Some of them are about to be recruited. But by those assholes trying to salvage members to join in with their gang the runs the entire Suburbs, the Rollerz. I've got to keep my promise, I need to save this city.

"Recruited," I mumble, my eyes narrowing and my face twisting into a wicked grin. "And killed."

The menacing smile is shortly wiped off of my face with a sharp knock at the window besides me. I reach for the door handle, this time much more confident than I had already been.

I stepped out, feeling the breeze and exhaling a deep breath of fresh air. I began eyeing the large crowd outside of the University's Sloppy Seconds. The entire store was coated in a dark green paint, it matched the small patches of grass outside the little clothing store.

I tried to stay strong, but the thought of blood being spilt and different figures shooting, and maybe aiming at me, made it hard for me not to break down and cry. Nevertheless, I had a promise, and I never broke promises.

Remember, big girls don't cry. The famous hip hop artist, Fergie, had some inspiring words in her songs. I love Fergie, her songs are sweet and the lyrics are pretty catchy, if you don't like her then fuck off.

Johnny began heading in the direction of the shop, and I too started to trail behind him. The large crowd outside the clothing store had been dismissed, and girls and boys had broken into smaller groups and had separated from the big group.

One thing caught my attention though. I felt sweaty fingers wrap around my wrist, clasping me tightly. My brow furrowed and I spun around in surprise, snatching my wrist from the college boy who stood in front of me.

A tall university student stood, a large grin appeared on his face. He was built, and looked like he could of smashed rocks with no difficulty, he ran a hand through his thin stands of dark hair, his light blue eyes fixed on me.

"Damn girl, you've got a sexy pair of green eyes," He commented, staring me up and down like he was a fucking king. "I bet I could show you a thing or two, you know what I mean?"

My jaw hit the floor, horrified. I felt rage building up inside of me, just waiting to get released. I could hear his friends sniggering in the back, giggling at me and watching me flush red. Out of the corner of my eye I could even see Johnny cocking an eyebrow. I wanted to punch his face, his stupid, stupid face. It always happened, I snap too easily, way too easily. Insult me and I'll fucking kill you.

"For your information, asshole," I growled, "My eyes are blue." Get your shit together, Gabs. Don't fucking lose it. Don't.

Too late.

Before the college student had time to manage a quick laugh, the base of my palm connected with he point of his nose. An ear splitting howl was let loose as a stream of blood gushed out from his now broken nose.

Without hesitation, I swung my leg quickly, sweeping him off the lush grass. Another screech was released as he hit the ground with a thump, letting out a low sob. I felt a rush of adrenaline, it felt so good. I'd just gained power, me, Gabrielle!

But I had a small feeling he was filled with that rush of adrenaline as well. In the eye of a blink, the student had sprung back up and was already bolting towards me, gaining more and more speed. He lunged at me.

Shit! I felt my bones smack against the cold hard pavement, I let out a gasp, and began to search for air. One minute I was the Queen of the world, unstoppable, next minute I was pinned beneath some kid.

I felt his sweaty, blood covered fingers sliding around my neck, getting a tight grasp around my throat. I was shaking with the fear, my eyes widened, I was about to die for the second time that day.

I began to squirm, I was wriggling like a psycho, trying to break free and escape this lunatics clutches. My hand was too frail to smash his skull, so I figured I needed to work something else out, and fast.

"Johnny.." I croaked, helpless.

I reached out, helplessly trying to find some sort of object. My heart was getting slower and I became very dizzy, I felt like vomiting all over the ground. I was a fighter, and I wouldn't go down without a fight.

My fingers grassed against the side of something hard, it felt like stone. I lit up with hope at that moment My fingers curled around the rough skin of the rock.

My eyes squinted, it was hard to make out the figure trying to end my life with his hands around my neck. Everything went blurry and so dark, beads of sweat were rolling down my forehead, I wasn't going to die, I couldn't die, I wouldn't die.

I tightened my grip on the rock, determined to save myself. I wasn't going to let Johnny down, he and Lin had rescued me and I wasn't about to die, not without repaying them.

I stopped wriggling, I felt my eyelids about to drop. My mouth hung open, bone dry. My body hurt, and I could feel my grip on the stone loosening. I let out a tiny screech, more like a faint whisper.

Then I smiled. Then I swung.