He gave her a blood chilling smirk just a moment before bringing his fist down on her back between her shoulders, catching her off guard as he drove her to her knees shaking and gasping in pain.

Merde! It felt like her back and neck had both been broken! Her vision blurred and she suddenly found it hard to breathe as a large hand grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her feet. She saw what looked like a smirking pair of lips moving, but no sound came out. And the next thing she knew...was nothing but darkness.

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Hanna awoke moments later to a sharp slap in the face that forced her head to snap to the side so violently that she would have sworn that her neck was about to break. But then that was the problem with her disorder. Her bones could take punishment, could take strain and were difficult to break even under enormous pressure. But it didn't erase the pain she felt.

Nor did it stop her flesh and organs from suffering the huge price that came from having a disorder like hers.

She blinked a few times to clear the tears from her eyes and slowly took stock of her wounds. So far she could feel the severe bruising between her shoulders. The pain in her neck that made her want to roll her shoulders and pop it- the split lip and bruise on the side of her face.

Keeping her head down to give the appearance of still being unconcious and took in her surroundings. She could see through her hair that she was still in her home. Apparrently Mrs. Morrison and Hun hadn't wanted to slap her around outside where the neighbors could possibly drive by and see.

That was stupid of them since it meant that she didn't have to hide herself in plain veiw anymore. She saw a blurr of movement out of the corner of her eye and held herself perfectly still as a large hand reached down and grasped her shirt and dragged her upright and into a chair.

She let out a low moan, acting as if she were more hurt than she was as she saw Mrs. Morrison walking towards her and closed her eyes just in time for the woman to sweep aside the curtain of long dark hair.

"Hn. She's still out. Better hit her again Hun." She said as she dropped Hanna's hair and started to step aside when Hanna jumped up and put her in a headlock and looked at Hun who gave her a wide eyed look, his hand poised in the air to strike as Hanna tossed her hair back away from her face and gave him a scary smile.

"That's right Hun, hit me again. And when you do I'll break dear old grammy's neck."

Hun's look never changed as he looked at Mrs. Morrison and slowly put his hand down so as not to antagonize Hanna into hurting the elderly woman. "Let her go." He finally said in a somewhat authoritive tone. Hanna gave him a funny look and tightened her grip on the woman.

"No. You see you're both here without my permission. Do you know what that means Hun?" Hanna asked him in a slightly mocking tone. The man shook his head slowly and Hanna laughed, the sound much too dark to be considered real laughter. "It means that since you're both on privately owned land- I can kill you both for trespassing and say that you broke into the house. Isn't that the funniest thing?"

"You aren't the type of gal to- Oh!" Mrs. Morrison started to say when Hanna cruelly cut off her air supply, leaving the woman flailing in her grasp. Her eyes wide and terrified. Hun lunged at them, trying to get to Hanna and a moment before his body collided with her own there was a sickening crack of bones breaking as Mrs. Morrison went still and stopped breathing as the three went crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

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Leatherhead had been cleaning since early morning and had just finished making his lair as sterile as possible when he checked the clock on the wall and noted the time. She is probably waiting on me, he thought before catching the thought and frowning as he wondered to himself, Who is she? Not that asking himself that mattered since he was already moving.

He'd left the lair somewhere behind him twenty minutes or so ago. Where am I going? He wondered as he made his way to the old tunnel where the ocean met the sewer system and slowly waded in.

The water felt good on the skin of his hands, brushing his thighs as he waded deeper until he got to the place where he ducked down and pushed off and disappeared under the water. Heading somewhere with a sense of urgency that he didn't quite understand. All he knew was that he was heading towards something life altering.

Something that he couldn't live without.

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Hanna and Hun ahd been trading blows for the past twenty five minutes and with each blow she took Hanna was becoming more and more afraid that this was a fight she wasn't going to win. Hun was furious about the death of Mrs. Morrison. And even though it had been an accident, Hanna could sort of understand where he was coming from.

After all, if anyone had had the audacity to kill her grandmother in front of her- she would have annihilated them with extreme prejudice too.

Hun grabbed her and flung her into the wall then picked up her late grandfather's prized solid oak coffee table and broke it over her head and back, driving her to her knees again as she spat out the blood she had welling up in her mouth. Her vision blurred as spots danced before her eyes. Her breathing was labored as she tried to sense what he was going to do next as something thin and cord like slipped around her neck and she was hauled to her feet then up, up, up into the air until she was hanging.

She kicked out with her feet, connecting with something and tried to scream as she was roughly jerked this way and that. She couldn't breathe! Leatherhead! Please, hurry! She didn't want him to find her hanging from something, cold and dead. She felt tears trickle down her pale cheeks and tried to grasp the cord holding her up and pull herself up when she suddenly thought she smelled smoke.

"This will teach you not to fuck with me, you bitch." She heard Hun's voice from a distance as she heard the far away sound of breaking glass as her hand slipped.