Psycho Chan's Notes: Sorry about the last chapter being short. But I think it works out. If you people really want me to make it longer I will…but considering how most of you are sane and not sadistic…you'll probably just leave it. Anyway, I'm actually typing while the sun's up. That's like a first for me. It's hurting my eyes actually. Man…This is the first time I'm writing about HotStreak's mother to be honest. Twitter Chan and I wrote stories with Jay before but…not really with his wife. Here's to my first try.

Cut Seven: Diana

Two days passed by before the man woke up.

Nothing. When HotStreak woke up he felt nothing. No pain whatsoever. Opening his eyes only to shut them again, the man groggily sat up. Looking around his room, Francis was a bit confused. He had a bandages on his wounds. White cloth around his wrist, torso and thigh. He noticed his sheets were changed as well, clean white cotton underneath him. He is covered by one as well. No signs of foul play at all. "What the hell?" Then his door opens.

Looking up, he sees the figure of a woman. The blonde walks in, closing the door behind her. She wore a pink tube top with a black rose printed on the front, with a jean mini skirt. She was a model, and a famous one at that though her fans don't know of her family. "You're up." Her voice was too familiar.

"…Mom?" He had to make sure.

The beautiful woman smiles. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" She walks over to the bed.

"It's been twelve years." Emotions flood the young man.

"So it has…" Francis let himself relax. He had always told himself he'd never forgive is mother for leaving. But now that she was here, it was so hard not to. A pale hand reaches out to her son's face, her thumb stroking his cheek. "My have you grown. You look just like your father. You still have his blonde streaks too."

That did not go over well with Francis. Not one bit. "Don't say that." He pulls away from his mother.

"You're stubborn like him too" the woman giggles softly. "How's your sister?"

"I…donno…I haven't seen her since she joined Ebon's crew."

"You let her join a gang?" There was little worry in her voice.

"She's eighteen…not like I can stop her."

"You can't seem to stop much now can you?" That took her son by surprise. Francis's eyes widened, looking into her ice blue eyes. He looked for warmth, comfort like he use to.

"What?"

"You shouldn't let Jay abuse you like this." Diana tugs at the sheets, pointing to his chest.

"I don't have much of a choice."

"Sure you do." The air got thick for the young man. "You just make the bad ones." The woman crawls over her son, straddling his still naked body, pushing him down gently. The red head is absolutely speechless as a fear flood his face. "You really do carry the Stone blood." Diana's golden hair cascades down onto Francis chest. "Care to show me how much you carry?"

"What?"

The blonde on top of him kisses him gently. "Show me what you can do." Diana whispers. Francis was mortified by this. He couldn't believe he missed her. Actually missed her. "Show me how much you're like your father." Knowing of her husband's weakness, the woman runs her hands flatly across Francis's chest, over the wounds bounded underneath.

With his body quickly denying his mind, Francis shivers in pained pleasure. He wanted nothing more than to shove the woman off. But he couldn't even deny Jay, how could he deny his mother? He lays there helplessly as his body reacts.

Diana's blue eyes light up as her son forms an erection between her legs. "You really are so much like your father. I was worried you'd soften in the hospital so I left." HotStreak's eyes widened at that. A choked groan escapes him as she ground herself to his bare erection. "I am so proud of you Francis."

It made perfect sense to the red head now. Why else would Diana marry the man? Because she was just like him. That 's why she never cared when he cheated on her. Brought hookers of all ages home. Why she did wasn't bothered by the fact her husband killed their oldest child. She was just like him.

As those thoughts sank into him, he failed to realize that his mother was bouncing slowly on him, sliding flawlessly from her own wetness. Staring up in sheer hate, Francis didn't want to know what was going on in her mind. He wanted her gone. He even wanted her dead. Right about now, he wouldn't mind it one bit if she left him again. If fact, he'd urge it.

Francis's powers took Diana by surprise, spinning into an orgasm as the thickness inside her rose to hot temperatures. The body underneath Diana bucked up to meet hers, causing her to cry out and arch. Not wanting to touch her more than he has to, Francis grips the white sheets tightly, thinking of as many pleasant things as he could.

The friction between the two of them finally got to the rebel as he regretfully came. He shuddered, turning his head away from her. Loathing her. Seeing this, disappointment appears on the beauty's face. "It would seem Jay failed…you're only half broken…" The woman gets up, fixing her panties which were pushed aside. "I'll see you later Francis." Diana purrs as she leaves her son's room.

Once that woman was gone, Francis growls. "The hell you will." The red head dresses slaps on a pair of clean boxers and pants. Needing to be out of that place, he grabbed his knife and a shirt, crawling out his window. "Be damned if I ever return to this fucked up home."

On the way to the abandoned subway station Ebon was currently hiding out in, HotStreak took out his knife. Right in public. The crowd around him jumped away but he ignored them. He just tore that blade through the bandage, blood seeping through. Carelessly, he continued to head over to find Ebon.

Francis learned some secrets were just best left alone.