She looked down at the man who was knocked out cold. He was a large man with no hair. He was battered and tied up in a chair, unable to move. She looked down at him with nothing but pure hatred and contempt. He has taken away the only thing that mattered to her, now she was going to take everything away from him.

She slapped him across the face hard, forcing him to wake up.

"Wake up, you piece of shit!" He awoke, his mouth sputtering with blood. She had him tied up in this abandoned, run down warehouse for a few hours. She went out of her way to make sure he was as miserable as possible. His beady eyes stared up at her, yet showed no fear at all. He was emotionless. She bent down in front of him.

"I am going to ask you this one last time," she said, her teeth clenched and ready to bite. "Why did you do it?" She had been asking him the same question for hours, but he always refused to respond.

"Do what?" he asked condescendingly.

"Why did you…why did you take her from me?" She couldn't bring herself to say what he did. He evilly grinned at her.

"Oh, Shae. You'll never learn." She punched him hard in the face. She watched furiously as he spit blood and a battered tooth.

"TELL ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He laughed at her cracking voice. She was hurt and angry, and that was the energy he fed off of.

"You can hit me, you can torture me, you can even kill me, but that will not change anything. Nothing you do will bring your precious little girl back. I feel nothing, yet you have lost so much. I have won, and there is nothing you can do about it." She let the burning tears that were threatening to fall win. She felt built up rage and agony begin to surface. Everything he said was right. It is impossible to get revenge, especially if the person had absolutely no empathy or emotion.

But that wasn't going to stop her.

With a swift movement of her hands and wrists, his neck was broken. She stared down at his battered corpse. For months, she has been planning for this outcome. She had killed and hurt so many just to get here, to get her revenge on everybody involved. The judge and the jury who came to the verdict of his innocence, the forensic scientist who failed to get the correct clues, and finally, the man behind it all. She felt as if she should be rejoicing, but she wasn't she only felt more pain. She dropped to her knees and screamed and cried to the sky, letting out every emotion she had. She let her body drop the floor and sob. She had no idea what to do next.

Promise woke with a start, disoriented and confused. Her eyes tried to focus, tired and afraid. She noticed where she was. She screamed.

Vaas' eyes shot open to the sound of a blood-curdling scream. He shot up and rubbed his tired face, not sure what was going on. He looked over to his right as if to wake Promise. His heart began to race. She was gone.

Not even pulling on his shirt or boots, he shot out of the shack. He followed Promise's scream, surprised that the entire camp was not woken up as well. He finally reached the cages. Every captive was crying, scared for their lives. Ignoring them, he shot off to the last cage. There was Promise.

She sat next to the mangled corpse of a captive. She was still just in nothing but Vaas' shirt, but drenched in blood from neck to waist. She was staring at her shaky, bloody hands and sobbing. Her survival knife lay next to the corpse. Vaas was a little bit shocked, but not concerned or worried. He was completely desensitized to death. The only thing worried about was the woman he loved, completely in ruins, sitting next to the body. She looked up at him with red rimmed eyes.

"What is happening to me?" she whispered, scared out of her mind. Vaas walked into the cage and helped her up, not caring about the blood she was getting on him. He hugged her close and tried to comfort her, but she was inconsolable. Instead, she just uncontrollably sobbed into his chest.

"Come on, we gotta get you cleaned up, okay?" She didn't respond. Instead, she just continued to weep. He ignored the crime scene and dragged her to the group showers. She staggered with him, still hugging onto him. Once they finally arrived, he stood her in the shower and turned it on. The frigid cold liquid made her jump a little, but it felt relaxing. Her sobbing seized, instead, she was just sniveling. Vaas watched as the blood blended with the water and turn pink. He wasn't sure what to say or do.

After a few minutes of this, he finally turned off the water and slowly guided her out of the shower. She and his shirt that she was wearing were soaked, but no longer with blood. His shirt was a bit stained, but he didn't care. He only worried about her. They began to walk back to their hut. He shortly debated to ask what happened, but didn't want to freak her out more.

"I sleep walk." Vaas looked at her curiously, still hugging her closely to his side. "I have these dreams…I can't remember…" She squinted and rubbed her eyes. "Why the fuck can't I remember?" He hugged her tighter.

"You are strong. We can get through this together, I promise." They finally entered the hut again. He sat her on the bed and turned back to the door. "From now on, if you are tired, if you think that you could sleep, you lock the door. Okay?" She nodded her head halfheartedly. Vaas walked over and handed her another one of his tank tops. Even though he has seen her naked just hours ago, he turned his back to her, purely out of courtesy.

"You don't have to turn, you know." Her voice was so gentle, almost like a whisper.

"Just trying to be polite." She smiled as he turned back around. "It is still pretty early. We don't have to be up for a few hours or so." He climbed into bed and hugged her to his chest tightly. She dug her face into it, taking in his scent. She felt his heart beat and listened to his gentle breathing. He calmed her down so much. She felt safe when she was in his arms. Not just safe from the world or the island, but safe from herself.

"I think we should go see Doctor Earnhardt in the morning." She looked up at him, barely able to move under his grasp.

"Who is that?"

"He is a skilled doctor on our island. He is very good with drugs and prescriptions too. Maybe he could help you." She nodded her head as if you say yes and buried her face back into his chest. "You know I won't let anything bad happen to you, right?" She sighed and nodded her head. She felt like that was all she needed.

"I love you," she whispered into his chest.

"I love you too, hermana." With that, they both fell back into a deep sleep in each other's embrace.