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I pounded my fists into the back wall of my cell, sweat dripping down my back, my muscles ached but it was a good distraction. My mind stopped running a mile a minute when I worked my body to the point of passing out, I imagined punching Silco until he stopped breathing. Or one of the guards square in the face when they come open my door to "teach me a lesson". It's not my fault everyone in this shit hole has all bark and no bite, they say one wrong thing and I instinctively go into fight mode.

But every time they start something, it always ends in my getting pummeled until I can't move or breathe right for days. They usually use their bats or chains they kept upstairs, they were too scared to fight me with their fists after seeing how the other guy looked when I was done with him. But I like the pain, it gives me something to think about other than the look on Powders face when I hit her in anger.

I punch the wall harder, making the skin on my knuckles break from underneath the bandages. I keep my eyes open, glaring at the wall until the image of Powder leaves my mind. It'll come back, it always does, the worst of it is when I close my eyes and I see her.

Layla.

I picture her blue eyes and it makes me weak, I've been blaming myself all these years, I mean how could I not? I should've made her stay with Powder while we went to save Vander, she never came on missions with us because she worked at the club so much. She wasn't prepared, none of us were.

Every night since I got here, when it's pitch black and nothing but silence, I lay on the thin mattress they left for me. It's a piece of shit, the raised cement block that holds my body when I lay down, with the mattress cover that doesn't make the cement any comfier. I close my eyes and I can hear her, humming to herself while she helps Powder make her bombs. I can see her cleaning off the tables in Vanders bar as she sings one of her new songs she has to practice for work, I see her hips sway as she spins around completely lost in another world. As soon as sleep finds me, I wake up and call her name, still hearing her angelic voice and thinking she's down the hall.

But when reality sinks in, it's like a knife to my heart, a painful reminder that I'm all alone stuck in this fucking hell. I was so lost in picturing Silcos face as I pummeled the wall, I didn't hear the elevator ding.

I stopped punching just to hear the sound of heels walking and stopping in front of my cell, I waited for them to open the door without invitation. But when the door didn't slam open, I turned slowly towards a girl who looked my age, standing hesitantly at my cell door.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked roughly, wondering why the hell a fancy looking woman Enforcer was here of all places when she looks like she should be somewhere...cleaner.

"I took a look at your file." She said her British accent heavy, not answering my question. I stayed in place as she continued talking, forcing me to listen. "There's no record of you or your crimes. What are you here for?"

I rolled my eyes before sweetly answering her, "My sunny personality." I pushed off the wall, hearing her gasp as I started pacing back and forth. She's probably surprised I'm a woman who kicked that idiots ass earlier today, that was one of Silcos goons from the day I lost everything. He was the first guy I went up against, wearing Vanders gauntlets, he went down with one punch so I knew it would be fun giving him a welcome present. I've been trying to keep myself busy, waiting for one of the guards to come down and punish me for my little stunt, but she's the first Enforcer to come down here.

"You attacked an inmate, why?" She asked sternly, trying to sound tough but I could see her hugging the book she had with her tightly to her chest.

She didn't like me. Good.

"Why not?"

"He was a witness in an ongoing investigation." She replied, her voice growing more agitated. A small smile peeked out on my face, amused that she got annoyed so easily.

"Hmm, bummer." I said not giving a shit, but when she started walking away saying how this was a waste of her precious time I spoke up. "Couldn't have put it better. Hey, give Silco a kiss on that winning eye of his, will ya?" I said bitterly, hearing her stop walking and turn around to face me again.

"Silco? The Industrialist?" She asked sounding confused as to why I brought him up. Jesus this girl needs to get a clue.

"Okay, this is getting old. Can you just send in whoever's gonna kick the shit out of me, so I can get on with my night?" I asked getting incredibly bored with this conversation, I have a wall to punch so can this girl please go away. Out of the corner of my eye I say her hesitate before stepping over the red line, holding her book up to my door.

"Does this mean anything to you?" She asked, I sighed before stopping my pacing and turning my head a little towards her to take a peek at the symbol she had on a page.

My breath caught, that looks just like...

I ran up to my door, putting my hands on the bars before leaning towards her opened book. Holy shit, that's Powders sign, she loved monkeys growing up and loved to draw that symbol all the time. "Where did you get this?" I asked quickly, not taking my eyes off the page.

She took a step back almost dropping her book in shock at how close I'd gotten, it took her a moment to straighten and regain her composure. She closed the book, tucking it under her arm before calmly saying, "My question first. He worked for Silco?"

"Uh yeah, they all do. How can anyone not know this? Where did you find this?" I asked annoyed with how daft she was, doesn't she know anything? I tightened my hold on the cell bars, anxiously waiting for an answer.

"There was an attack, this is evidence. I need proof if I'm to believe what you're saying about Silco." She said as if it was so obvious, I finally looked away from the book and looked up at her face.

She was pretty. Dark blue hair, perfect skin and blue eyes, but she was no Layla so I didn't really give a fuck about her other than what she just told me. Evidence? If that's true, the only ones who knew Powders symbol were all six feet under besides me. I didn't let myself be hopeful, not wanting to get burned if this enforcer was messing or lying to me.

I scoffed at her statement, "I could get it for you. Just not from in here." I said annoyed that she thinks I can pull what she needs out of my ass and hand it to her on a sliver platter.

She snickered lightly before humoring me by saying, "In what mad world would I trust someone like you?"

"Someone like me?" I asked irritated by her sarcasm, I'm not the fucking villain here. "You enforcers are all the same. Just asshole criminals in fancy uniforms. You know what, find Silco yourself." I glared at her, watching her face morph from confusion, to anger, to annoyed.

She held her book before saying, "I will, thank you." She started walking away and I couldn't stop the smart ass comment from spilling out my mouth, I mean who the hell does she think she is?

"Hmm...Undercity's gonna eat you alive." I leaned lazily on my cell door, hearing her stop walking. She sighed aggressively before continuing her walk to the elevator.

I huffed dryly, turning back to the wall, starting to punch harder than before. That pissed me off, she pisses me off. Whatever, I imagined it was her face I was punching instead of Silcos this time, taking some of my anger away.

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A little while later, the elevator dinged and I heard multiple footsteps walking towards my cell. I clenched my fists and cracked my neck, I've been waiting for this all day. Rock my shit so I can get knocked out and keep dreaming about my favorite person.

The metal stick they loved to use on me, clanged as they continued heading for me. The door slammed open with a bang, but nobody moved, I looked over confused as to why they waited.

I was met with the same enforcer from earlier staring at me with an expression I couldn't read, I widened my eyes realizing why she was here. She was letting me go, to help her solve whatever investigation she was talking about.

I was getting out.

I would get to hunt that bastard down and kill the son of a bitch, about fucking time.

She sighed, looking me over once more before turning to walk back to the elevator, expecting me to follow her. I followed my eyes on her retreating figure, I was confused and angry and fed the fuck up.

But if going with her meant I would get my revenge, I'll gladly follow her to the Undercity.