Eight years.

It'd been eight years since that night. That night that had never left her... unline how she had, with Powder.

Fuck, no matter how many times she punched the walls confining her, no matter how many times she got her knuckles all bloody and battered, no matter how many times she beat the shit out of something... the pain, the anger, the utter fire she felt never managed to melt away those images. The picture of her sisters teary face, her nose dripping with blood - blood that seemed to shimmer in those surrounding flames.

She'd left her.

She'd left her, and now, she sat, rotting in a prison cell, believing her sister was gone.

That would have been the rest of her life... however, you showed up, interrupting those sunny plans.

She stood in her dark cell, slamming her fists into the wall, grunting like some frustrated animal. Her thick, dark pink hair was somewhat disheveled, dancing around with her quick, skilled movements. Her gaze seemed to pierce through the wall, attempting to find something out of her reach - something you weren't quite sure of, just yet.

Suddenly, she paused, her chest rising and falling in a deep, heavy manner, her breathing labored, and audible.

After hearing the final set of steps from your boots, she turned around, glancing at the darkness sheathing her cell. She snickered. 'What, they scared of me now?'

"You shy, or just ugly?"

She spat, clearly not in the mood to deal with an enforcer - as per usual.