This fanfiction has 25K+ words to it. Legit, I don't know how y'all sat through this. XD But again, thanks for all of the views and reviews. I've been trying to make a new fanfiction as well, so I really need to work on time management. And as promised this chapter is long.

While the two walk, Sombra can feel a dark sensation that surrounds Reyes. Her "surprise" is probably something sinister, like a nuns head or a bottle of children's tears. The only thing that could make this trip any better would be a bottle of alcohol.

The two make it back to the hallway of their hotel rooms, but before Gabriel stops at his hotel door he faces her. "I want you to open the door," there's a sick anxiousness in his voice as if the cruel man is truly giving Sombra a surprise. She doesn't like his suggestion. There's something behind the door she doesn't want as a present. Sombra stares into his blank white mask and reaches for the door handle slowly. Her hand shakes. Anticipation and uncertainty consumes her. The two haven't talked in days and now he has a surprise for her. She must have done something wrong by doing nothing. She steadies her hand accepting her punishment.

Upon opening the door, a strange odorous musk hits Sombra's nose. She covers her nose and mouth while squinting her eyes. "The hell Gabe?!" she shouts while curling into herself. The scent of his room is definitely a surprise. He pushes her inside and closes the door behind him. Sombra is so overwhelmed by the stench that she doesn't notice the surprise in front of her. To help her focus, Gabriel grabs both of her hands, making her stand at attention. Sombra lifts her head after she becomes numb to the smell around her. Panic flows through her, she almost trips backwards on her own feet, immediately wanting to leave the room. It's her old crew. She's speechless. Reyes holds her still so she doesn't pass out on the floor. She likes the surprise, in his mind.

Her eyes widen as her entire body quivers. She thought they were dead. She was certain they were dead. He should have killed them by now. She must be dreaming. Sombra closes and opens her eyes repeatedly hoping the image of them would escape her mind. They remain. As her mind processes that the image before her isn't false, she notices the state of them: naked, starved, soiled and chained together. When did he do this? Have they been like this ever since she was kidnapped? Did Gabriel capture them all on his own? How have they survived this long?

Reyes walks around Sombra to stand in front of her, wanting to take in the entirety of her expression. Delightful. He removes his emotionless shroud to reveal his crooked face. "Don't you want to say…hi?" A large grin crosses his face. He believes he has done something marvelous and passionate. Sombra should be happy that he has spared the lives of her comrades, for now. She doesn't appear grateful.

Her voice is faint, "Why'd you take them Gabe?" His head tilts in confusion. What is that supposed to mean? It should be obvious. "You have me, so why did you take them?" her voice trails off. She seems extremely detached, as if she doesn't know them. His twisted grin immediately turns into a frown. Okay, she doesn't get it. "I thought you would be excited to see the faces of the men that ratted you out in the first place," Gabriel answers as he walks over to the men. There's five of them, each one has duct tape covering their mouths. He removes it from each one. "Maybe it will be easier for you to understand if they explained it to you themselves," he smiles as he paces back and forth pass the men. "Don't act shy now. Talk to the lady," he says as he pats the heads of the men he passes.

The men stare at one another in fear. They don't believe that Sombra is actually in front of them or that she has anything to do with this psycho. They whisper a few words to each other in Spanish, then silence falls on the room. Sombra begins to cry hysterically. Finally a real reaction out of her. Gabriel pauses to look at her, "Oh so you do know them? They denied it at first." She drops to her feet sobbing. There's too many things wrong with this scenario. It's her fault they have been living their lives like this. This should have been prevented, this could have been prevented, but she made one dumb mistake once. Why did she ever decide to leave her room today?

Gabriel walks over to her slowly and crouches down to her height. "You may not remember it, but this is your last chance Sombra," he remarks. Sombra silences her whimpering by covering her mouth and listens to him. She's petrified, but she has to listen to him. If she listens maybe a bad situation can be avoided. He leans in closer to her almost placing his cold lips against her ear, "Show your loyalty to me." Sombra is stunned by his comment and was about to raise her head to look at him in his eyes to see if he was serious, but he grabs her chin with one hand and finishes, "Murder one."

Sombra's dizzy and hardly understands him. Gabriel leaves her side and walks back towards the men. They cry in despair. He his bothered by the lack of words the men have exchanged. They fear him and he rolls his eyes. Guess it's hard to talk when you're getting the short end of the stick. Reyes walks back to Sombra and pulls out a gun, "You won't have to do anything long, drawn out, and vulgar. A clean kill." Sombra shakes her head no. She won't do it. Yes they ratted her out, but she left a trail that lead straight to them. She can't punish them for that.

"No. I won't do it."

He sighs, "That's not an option."

Sombra pushes away his hand that holds the firearm. Grimacing, Gabriel cradles the gun in his hand and pushes its end into Sombra's forehead. "End a life or I will end yours." His words echo in her head. This was her last chance and he has no reason to hesitate in killing her. She finally understands that now.

Sombra wants to die, but who knows what Gabriel will do with those men with her dead. If she dies here, the madman might kill all of the men afterwards. She has to make a decision if she wishes to spare someone's life.

The gun rests a long time against her forehead, long enough to form a red circle. She grabs it without saying a word. The hand the carries the gun shakes faster than the legs of the men that fear for their lives. Reyes smiles and faces the men, "Do any of you prefer to be put out of your misery sooner than the rest? Or would you like to debate whose life is valuable." He likes that idea: men fighting to claim their dominance and superiority over one another, the true fight mankind battles. One that he is above and gets to observe.

The men continue to stare at each other and discuss the present situation. Gabriel leaves them to go sit on the small couch that the hotel provides in every basic hotel room. His legs are spread. An ominous aura surrounds him.

The pleas of the men grow louder as they yell at one another over a disagreement of terms. One however yells to Sombra, "Why don't you kill him. You have the gun!" That silences the rest of the men and then they all proceed to yell at Sombra about the decision she should make. Of course she should kill him, they don't understand how many times that has ran through her mind, but she can't. He can't die as far as she is concerned. Sombra covers her ears attempting to drown out the noise of the men wishing to sway her decision. "I don't have all day Sombra. Make your decision." Ordinarily Reyes would enjoy dragging out Sombra's misery, but he also has to consider the amount of time it takes to clean up the dead body. He slouches further into the couch. He won't force her to pick someone, she needs to decide on her own.

Forcing her hand to rise, Sombra aims the gun. There's too much noise for her to focus, the words of the men ramble inside of her head. She can't find silence. The last words that did pass through her head, "Kill that asshole!" She doesn't understand why, but the man that shouted the loudest, she targeted. The room grew silent. Sombra doesn't understand what's changed until she hears a man screaming bloody murder. She killed a man…

Reyes immediately rose from the couch in awe. He clapped slowly, proud of his accomplice and not one of those sarcastic claps either. The remaining men, once loud, became cowards before Reyes. How could he have possibly manipulated Sombra so easily? She can't be the same woman as before.

Gabriel approaches Sombra, placing a hand on her shoulder. She isn't fazed however. She's still shocked by the sight in front of her. There's blood splattered on the wall and on the living men. The image of the deceased man can't be processed by her mind. "I'm glad you've finally learned that some people must die to sustain us," he says softly. Reyes caresses the back of Sombra's neck as he picks the gun off of the floor. Sombra stays quiet letting his words pass through her ears. She wails looking at her mistake. She's not like this.

He walks away from her. "Since this is one of the very first times you have listened to me, I'll do you a favor." Without hesitation Gabriel points the gun at the remaining men, killing them before they notice. Sombra is confused. She swore doing her end of the deal would prevent this. She's mad at herself. There was no deal, just a foolish idea that she entertained in her own head. She should have known he was going to kill them regardless of any choice she made. She looks towards Reyes, typically he is empowered by a kill, but his body language suggests something else. He's nonchalant and relieved. Killing those men wasn't to get back at Sombra, but to prevent future problems for himself. Yes, Reyes has broken all ties Sombra has left to her old life and yes she's probably hurt by his behavior, but that's the last thing on his mind. He's more worried about how to clean up this mess. He considers leaving the mess for the staff that work here. They probably owed some sort of debt to the gang and might be satisfied to know that they won't have to deal with the other members for some time.

Sombra's heart is shattered. She almost stopped breathing. She was mad at her gang for betraying her, but that frustration wasn't enough for her to want to kill them. Now there's nothing left for her. She's stuck with that maniac indefinitely. Everyone she could rely on are all traitors or dead, so no one will be able to save her. She has to figure things out on her own.

The thought of learning to be independent can't survive in her thoughts. She becomes consumed by the images of her crew, hoping to justify what has just happened before her. They were traitors, if her crew was loyal, none of this would have ever happened. Maybe Sombra never knew what the true definition of loyalty meant. Sombra had something on all of them and they hated that about her. They were the ones that wanted to get rid of her and gave her away. Maybe they got what they deserved. Maybe Reyes has just helped her out. He might have kidnapped her from home, but he protected her from betrayal. If he never came along they might have offed her themselves, the ones she calls family. The pain would hurt more being murdered by her own family instead of Gabriel.

Her mind is drowning out all rational thoughts of the situation in order to cope and she's okay with that. It's easier to fool herself into feeling betrayed by them versus her being abandoned and them being murdered. Although in reality, their deaths can't be justified. Overall Sombra is relieved that she didn't have to murder them herself because at some point, it would have come to that.

Calmly, Gabriel walks passed Sombra and walks out of the door uttering, "Let's go Sombra." He didn't grab her or force her to leave with him. She'll go to him, she'll follow him on her own.

Sombra treads behind him slowly in silence.