notice: this chapter contains violence.

Confused, Sombra runs back to the club. There has to be someone in that room filled with people that can help. Her freedom lies inside of the club. She hides in one of the restroom stalls to begin her escape. If he can't find her, she can make it out of this alive. Her face is a mess, covered in tears and sweat. With adrenaline this high, she might die on her own.

His footsteps are heavy as they approach the restroom. She's frightened. Maybe he doesn't know she's in here.

"Get out here Sombra!" Reyes' voice booms through the door. Or he does.

She can see his footsteps underneath the stall she is hiding in. This won't work. Sombra bursts out of the stall she is in and runs past him. That plan failed, next option.

She runs back into the social circle of the club. He follows her slowly. The little hacker makes her way towards their booth. Once she is there and makes eye contact with him, she throws her empty glass his way. Bad idea. The bar grows silent as he tilts his head to the side, and the glass shatters on the floor missing his head.

"Don't do that," he warns her.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" madness is in her eyes. That's cute to him.

While running through the rest of the club she continues to throw bottles, glasses, and silverware in his direction. She's hysterical. It's not surprising, of course she would be, she just watched a man die on her accord. Why is no one helping her is the real question.

Reyes doesn't feel like entertaining her behavior any longer. He has to stop this. She's making a mess of the club and making a fool out of him. He runs up to her, grabs her by her chin, rushes her over to the bar, and slams her down into its counter top. The terrified bartender runs off. If nothing else will stop her, this will.

She's in shock. What just happened? Her spine is numb. Everything looks like one huge blur, like a dream. There's no sensation anywhere in her body and her eyesight has yet to return to normal. He sits her upright on the counter, holding her by her back and her neck.

"I'll give you attention, if that's what you want," he whispers into her ear.

Walking away, Reyes talks to a group of men in the corner of the club. They don't appear to be the most productive members of society. Sombra closes her eyes trying to come back to her senses. Everything is loud. Her body may be numb, but her head has the most immense pressure she's ever felt. She wants to move off of the countertop, but her limbs fail her. Even if she tried, he would prevent her from heading off to where ever she would wander to.

He walks by her leaving her at the bar and returning to their booth. He doesn't even bother to look her way. The rest of the club has partially returned to normal. Some remain speechless, but the music resumes. Although he is back at his designated area, he directs his gaze on Sombra. His white mask is pointed directly at her. She's confused. Is she supposed to return to him on her own?

While unable to make a decision on what to do, two men approach Sombra. They aren't very attractive, but they are in shape. Before she can ask what it is they want, they both grab her and rip off the top of her dress. Her breasts are exposed.

Now she's angry.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"

She spits at one of the men. He is hardly bothered. However, he grabs both of her arms and pins them behind her back while the other makes haste in removing her panties. This has to be some kind of joke. Obviously her "date" is right there on the other side of the club. Knowing what he is, they can't possibly want to mess with her. She's his girl. But, things progress. Their pants are down and they are rubbing against Sombra's thighs. These men can't actually be trying to rape her in the club. No one could just sit and let this happen. Someone has to help her. She looks towards her captor. He is still looking in her direction with his arms crossed; full attention is on her. Why isn't he stopping this?

Sombra's heart is pounding. She can't fight them off and no one is coming to her aid. In fact, they are watching her. What sort of club did he bring her to? There's a man dead outside and she's on the verge of being raped, but no one cares.

The man behind Sombra pulls her into him and massages her lower back. She fights to get away. No use. She remains unable to feel any sensation. It's as if she is paralyzed.

"Please don't do this," she begs. The men don't sympathize with her however. They have one goal.

She looks towards Reyes again. He now has a woman sitting next to him. Her arms are wrapped around his shoulders as she rests her head on his chest. Her eyes are on Sombra as well. Who the hell is she? Whatever game he is playing is sickening.

Sombra focuses too much on Gabriel Reyes. She disregards the two men about to use her until the man in front of her grabs her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. She's breathless. She can't make sense of anything.

These men are disgusting, but she won't show any signs of weakness to them. Screaming so the entire club can hear, she head butts one of the men in the jaw. Reinforcing that headache. Reyes has to stop this eventually. She looks in his direction, once more. He's leaning into the table with his fingers laced. He has taken interest in what is about to happen. He also has no intention in stopping this. He wanted this.

Both men are frustrated, they assumed Sombra would be easy. They were misled. The man who was not attacked knees Sombra in her back. What a bitch. Once the other man regains his composure, he also retaliates. Pretty rude of her to want to defend herself.

Okay, now it's gone too far. Reyes is no longer seated at the booth. He is now prepared to end this scenario. With a fast steady pace Gabriel approaches the trio, pulls out a gun, and shoots the two men that sexually assaulted Sombra at close range. Blood is everywhere; predominantly on the floor, Sombra and his own clothes. The psychopath's white mask is now covered in red. This was enough to startle the patrons of the club. Some exit the club screaming in fear and shock. The majority of them remain, they are too frightened to leave their seats or location.

Why did he kill those two men? Didn't he enjoy watching them?

Sombra's stunned. This day keeps getting worse.

Reyes' mask stares at her covered in the mess he created. Sombra wants to scream, but anything that escapes her mouth is no louder than a fish out of water. He grabs her, throwing her over his shoulder, and exits the club. Sombra notices the faces of people that decided to attend this club tonight. They all look withdrawn. No color in their cheeks, eyes wide open, not blinking. No one knew what to do, and still don't. They too won't be able to make it past this night. They are permanently scarred. Nothing will heal them or this.

Reyes places her in the back of the car them came in. They ride next to each other. She can feel the sticky leather against her skin, made worse by the blood she was covered in. Good thing the driver could care less.