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[rea_norton]

[Okay, it's time. Slowly, slowly, she reaches under her matress and pulls out the blue lycra leotard. and stupid hat She reaches into her trunk and lifts out the heavy gauntlets. And then stares at them. But she has to do this.

She crosses the room and locks the door, undressing slowly. And then she pulls them on. The tights. The leotard. She straps

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[immortal_bison]

The door is opened, and she is ushered in by the servants. The man waits in his study, quietly consulting some papers. He places them down as she enters. All that is missing is the hat, frankly. The man doesn't look like he has been sleeping. Perhaps he doesn't.

"Ahh, Rea. Congratulations on your escape."

[rea_norton]

[gulp. She'd forgotten how scary Bison was. But she was here now. She had to see it out. So she puts on a brave smirk]

It was really hard. They locked me up and kept following me, and it took ages to actually slip away. Are you okay...sir?
[she looks at him. He looks tired. Maybe he'll fall asleep soon, and this will all be over?]

[immortal_bison]

He nods, putting down his papers.

"Very well. Very good, my dear. And I am, as ever, more than fine. You will find your quarters ready for you. Tomorrow will be a big day."

He says nothing more, but he does gesture towards the door.

[rea_norton]

[She nods a tight smile. A big day? What on earth has he got in store for her now? She turns through the door. She's got to kill him, and soon]
Thank you, Sir.

A thousand apologies for slowness

[immortal_bison]

He stands, heading for the door.

"It will be of great interest to you, I'm sure."

And with that, he heads for his room.

Don't worry about it! :)

[rea_norton]

[She just stands for a moment, without really seeing. She's got to do this. Now. Whilst he's asleep. It's her best chance. Though it's just occurred to her that Bison can regenerate... But Susan can protect her. Surely Susan will protect her? Or the Master? She nods. Best to wait a while though. Make sure he's asleep]

[Bison's last words send shivers down her spine. What on earth could he have planneed that he would think would interest her? More people to fight and kill? Hopefully she'd never find out.]

[She waited. An hour past, and another, before she made her way out of the room. She felt in her boot for the gun which Trowa had given her, and her own little knife.She flipped the silencer ontothe gun, as he had shown her to. Thus armed, she crept from her room, and into the hallway. It took a while to find Bison's room. She had been softly listening at doors, opening them as quietly as possible, jumping at the creaks, until at last she found it. Bison's room. She let herself in quietly, immediately aiming the gun at the bed.]

[immortal_bison]

He waited, in the shadows. Unseen, unmoving, barely even breathing. He couldn't help a grin, however, as she entered the room. As predicted. They'd turned her, though he doubted those weak-kneed friends of hers had convinced her to do this. Her old foolishness coming to the surface.

He waited until she pointed the gun at the pillows that were meant to be his form on the bed. Then he lurched forward, grabbing the gun with a hand ringed in purple-fire, letting it start to melt in his hand.

"Film has made us think silencers are useful, you know. Funniest thing, really. They only drop a handful of decibels. Useless outside of combat, and certainly not what you see on television. Kind of funny, really."

He regards the lump of metal, tossing it aside.

"Bold of you, child. But not especially bright."

[rea_norton]

[When he moved, when he grabbed the gun, her heart pretty much stopped and she forgot to breathe. She begins to shake uncontrollably. Why hadn't she thought of that? STUPID! She spins slowly to face him, suddenly remembering the knife in her hand. Her last chance. She's swift; he trained her well, and she aims the blade straight at his heart. One last chance.]

[immortal_bison]

He grins, grabbing her wrist with the blade a few inches from his flesh. Oh, he trained her well. He definitely did that. But he trained her for use in his schemes, not to fight him. There is much she needs to learn there.

"Pathetic," he says, exerting pressure on her wrist. The other hand casually, almost without care, gives her a backhand slap across the face.

"Did you really think I trained a weapon I could not defeat? It will be a long, cold day in hell before you can defeat me, girl. You were a tool, nothing more, and now you're just a broken one. I wonder how they turned you? Torture, perhaps. That Master is up for it, certainly. The rest are too weak to consider it."

He grins, looking at her with his dead, shark-like eyes.

"The weak leading the weak. I will prey upon all of you. You might have watched my rising at my side, Rea. But, be glad, you will still serve a purpose...a warning to those who would cross me."

[rea_norton]

[she gasps at the slap. Tears spring to her eyes, and she fights not to cry. And she struggles. She's not giving up without a fight, not this time.]

They didn't torture me. They didn't need to. You nearly KILLED Faith! You didn't listen to me. You said you would and you didn't. You're just as bad as they are. JUST AS BAD. I HATE you for what you've done to me. You've ruined my life. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!

[immortal_bison]

He chuckles, then his free hand grasps her throat.

"I'm not as bad as they are, Rea. I'm far, far worse. And yes, I nearly killed dear little Faith...I do regret that, yes."

He moves his face closer, the hand beginning to squeeze.

"I should have broken every bone in her body in front of your eyes, made her beg for mercy. Perhaps I still can. Or perhaps I'll put your head on a spike for all to see. I haven't decided yet. To hurt you, or to make you a warning. It is so...difficult to decide. And yes, hate me. With your last breath you'll give me just a little bit more triumph."

[rea_norton]

[panic sets in and she begins to struggle before realising it's useless. She's choking now, her face turning pink and tears splashing from her eyes. She tries to beg, beg for mercy, but she doesn't know if he can hear her. Blackness might be setting in on the very edges of her vision. Her fingers scrabble at her throat, at his hand. Is this how she's going to die?]