/"You'll rethink the next time you disobey us, you fallen angel!" Blackthorn winces and takes a step backward. Her sliced back bumps up against another; female hands trace around her lower torso and inch slowly upward.

"Mm mm...you seem like a delicious dessert. Can we eat you?" Celeste whispers in the girl's ear as two other women surround them.

"No...please...no..." Thorn whimpers pleadingly and the threesome cackle at her.

"Shh, dear, we'll be good to you." Stake winks at her and motions to the 9mm in Joscelin's hand.

"We'll have fun, I swear!" Joscelin snickers back, caressing the barrel softly./

In the moonlight, the girl's black, cropped hair shakes, her breath coming in deep shudders.

"God, oh God! Why?" she screams into the night, the rage burning in her like a new flame.

"You'll suffer..." a whisper breaks the near silence.

A crow flies through the air, making wide arcs above her. It perches itself next to her: waiting.

"It's time, isn't it?" she asks while raising her head to look at the bird. It responds with one blink; yes.

"Time for revenge...time for the devils to be sent back to hell!" Blackthorn Agony rises steadily to her feet, she turns towards the building ahead.

"Time to go home first..."

-Blackthorn Agony's POV-

I stopped at the house for awhile. Rank odor, smeared blood and lonely. I had to get some clothing.
You know, the regular?
Faded, black fitted t-shirt, black leather pants and my usual converse chucks. Kid and I used to write messages on each other's converses.
Okay...enough about him. It makes my heart ache.
Earlier I had put on makeup.
White powder. Black lips. Black eyes. Tragedy mask.

I saunter down the stairs and out into the fresh night air. Funny, isn't it? Oh, well, you don't get the joke of it. Fresh night air. Fresh prey. Get it? Oh, Jesus! Never mind!
Moving on...

The crow is now on my shoulder, acting like the perfect little passenger.
Let's have some revenge, shall we?

Jugular creeps into his favorite bar. The bartender offers him a free drink but receives a room key instead.

"Thanks, Squench."

"No problem, man." with that he disappears up the stairs. A girl in black meets him at the door, her face concealed in the shadows.

"Come inside, I've been waiting for you." she hisses and turns around.
He sees for the first time: a whip with thorns on the end; rolled up and secured to the outside of her muscled thigh.

He remarks on it, "Mm mm...I love bondage..." she snickers evilly, turns around, then grins.

"Holy Fucking Jesus! What happened to your face!" Blackthorn lounges in a chair, yawning lazily.

"What happened? Innocent butchery happened."

"What the fuck?" Jugular's hand moves over the knob, it's locked.

"Two years ago, exactly this night. Do you remember what you were doing?" he shakes his head, all the while Thorn gets up and stands in front of him; a foot away.

"No! How am I supposed to remember what the hell I was doing! You're fucked up! You are---" without warning, her whip wraps around his body. With a sickening thud, she pins him to the door.

"Do you remember now, scum? Do you remember the couple you decapitated? Do you remember how you watched your lesbian friends rape that girl? How you shot her boyfriend to death?" the voice is dangerously calm.

"Alright! Alright! Yes, I remember helping kill them! I remember watching them rape her as she bled to death! I remember! Okay! Let me go now!" The whip coiled itself around his neck and tightened.

"I'm that girl. No, correction, I was that girl before you took my life away. I hate you for what you did to me! To him! I hate you..." she hisses.

"You're not her! You're dead! You can't be---"

"Hush, maggot. You're the one that's dead. Not me." Blackthorn's whip cancels any further response from Jugular---forever.