A/N: This is one of those short chapters... Good thing, too, I don't know if you would be able to take anymore for this one...
Fi jumped at the sound of the door slamming open and whirled around to see Michael storming towards her. Confused at the rage radiating from him, she stood up and took a step towards him. Before she could voice her concern, however, his hand flew out and he backhanded her hard across the face. Fi's body flew against the wall from the force of his blow and she slumped, unable to move from the shock.
Before she could even think about recovering, strong and familiar fingers curled around her throat. Blinking through tears, Fi saw Michael's face inches from hers, full of an emotion she didn't recognize from him. With the strong hand wrapped tightly around her throat, he lifted her in the air, pushing her hard against the wall. Fi chocked through her tears, mind reeling.
Usually, Fiona would have no trouble freeing herself and giving her enemy hell. This time, though, Michael was her enemy. Sure, she'd fought him plenty of times, but it was always her attacking him. Never before had he attacked her in any manner more than defensive. It was a good thing, too. There was no question that Michael could easily kill her if he tried.
And now he was trying. All Fi could do was dangle in the air, grasping for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Michael wordlessly strangled her.
A/N: Holy crap, I haven't even posted this yet technically and I can already feel the murderous vibes coming from readers...
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