“Hellcat, I thought I told you to keep your ass in bed, and stay safe,” Zander growls while kicking the gun that Michael had dropped farther away.

“You did, I ignored you.”

I think if it was possible steam would be coming out of his ears. It’s cute, but I can’t think about Zander right now. I know he’s upset, but I needed to be the one to do this. I owe Hawk, for stepping back when I told him I needed to be the one to send Michael to hell…not to mention he gave me his pistol to do it with, and helped me outside, since walking is still a major fucking undertaking. I wanted a larger gun, I don’t know much about them really, but bigger is always better I’d imagine, but he said I couldn’t withstand the kick of bigger. He’s probably right, but it still makes me sad.

“Damn it, Hellcat, you’re not in any shape to be out here…”

“This fucker is mine,” Dragon says. I look up to see him standing in front of me. Michael is the only thing between us. My heart fills with warmth to see him there, even if I don’t understand it. Still, Michael didn’t beat him and sure as hell didn’t rape him, so I ignore him. Zander however, doesn’t.

“Dragon? What the fuck…How the hell are you standing here?” he asks, his voice full of shock.

I tune them out, I have other things on my mind. I stumble, walking closer to Michael, and Zander is right there holding my arm. I hate that I need help, but I’d rather lean on Zander than fall on my ass. Still, for this next part, I pull away.

“Do you know what I hated most about being married to you, Michael?” I’m being so calm… it feels wrong. I should be cussing or screaming, or beating the shit out of him. Maybe the beating has done something to me after all? I feel…so calm and fuck, maybe even happy. When he doesn’t answer, I shoot his dick. Unfortunately, I miss and it goes wide and to the right catching his thigh. Still, at the sight of the blood, that funny feeling increases. Definitely happiness.

“You stupid cunt! You don’t have the brains enough to finish me off. You were always weak! You should count yourself lucky that I…,” he ends in a scream, and I look over to see Zander has shot the fist that Michael had been shaking at me. I notice he used a smaller gun too, and the wound he made is bad and bloody, but not so bad he’ll die right away. So, I guess small guns have their place. Still…

“Zander, this is my job,” I grumble, not really upset, but still I wanted to do this on my own.

“He was pissing me off. It was either stop him or kill him completely, I should be rewarded, Hellcat.”

I shake my head, but I smile. Yeah…happiness… it’s a great fucking feeling.

“Oh, will you quit whining?” I growl at Michael when he keeps holding his hand and shit…is he crying? I didn’t do that shit when I was being beat.

“Melinda, we should talk about things. I can,” Michael starts, and I have to stop him. His voice annoys the fuck out of me.

I shoot him again, this time I wanted to shoot him in the head. I really hate the name Melinda, but it goes wide with the kick of the pistol. I thought I only hit the cement he’s lying on because there’s dust, but when it clears he’s bleeding from his ear. Good enough, I suppose.

“I hated your smell,” I say, when it becomes apparent that he’s not going to respond. I would smell you everywhere around the house. I’d bleach the place down, and still, your smell would be there. I can’t even describe it. You were like something I couldn’t get rid of, that was slowly rotting away…”

“The clap?” Zander asks.

“And I…” I stop to look at Zander… “What?” Seriously, the man is nuts.

“The clap? Ole’ Michael here reminds me of something like that. Rot your dick off and impossible to get rid of.”

“They make medicine for the clap, Zander.”

“Yeah, they do for Michael too,” he says, shooting him in the dick, and sadly, his shot doesn’t go wide. Michael screams and cries like a little baby.

I hold my head down. “I wanted to do that,” I pout.

“You were taking too long, now I didn’t kill him, but if you don’t do it soon, I’m going to.”

“Zander!”

He shoots him in the other hand.

“Fine! Jesus you’re impossible,” I growl, upset that he’s making this go way too fast.

“We own the police here Hellcat, but there will still be too much to contain. Not to mention, you’re taking too fucking long and about to fall over,” he explains, and then he makes it all better… “Plus this whining piece of shit is taking up too much of our air. He doesn’t deserve to get anything from you sweetheart, except a load of lead.”

I look up at him and smile. Well as much as I can, because it fucking hurts.

“Michael?”

He doesn’t answer, and Zander’s heavy sigh is almost comical.

“Michael,” I begin again. “Consider this payback for the gardener who was a nice guy, who had family and loved ones.” I shoot him in the stomach. Michael is starting to look blue and his voice is getting weaker. I probably should hurry this along. “This is for Ms. Martens,” I tell him, shooting him in the stomach again.

“Hellcat…,” Zander warns.

“This is for all the other people you hurt.” I shoot again, at the opposite leg and hit somewhere along the thigh. Zander of course sighs again.

“This is for raping me,” I whisper, and I hate that some tears escape with that confession. I shoot him in the area of his dick again. Michael isn’t doing anything by this time. I don’t know if he’s alive or dead, but I can’t stop. “This is for letting Donald rape me,” I say again, crying harder now, and that just pisses me off. “This is for making me hate myself,” I shoot him in the head. I don’t stop, until the hammer of the gun clicks and bullets won’t come. “Let me have your gun!” I growl at Zander, dropping the gun I had to the ground.

“Hellcat, honey…”

“Give me your damn gun!”

“Hellcat,” he starts again.

“Zander!”

“Jesus, I am going to tan your ass when you get better woman,” he grumbles, handing me the pistol he’s been using.

“This is for making me hurt…for making me run…for causing me to get my friends mixed up in any of this…for hurting Nicole and Dragon…for killing Frog…,” I add all I can think of, until Zander’s pistol is out of bullets. I would have demanded another gun and kept going, but Zander picks me up and takes me to Hawk.

“Take her back to her room, and this time do what I fucking tell you and keep her there,” he growls. He’s mad, but even so, he kisses my face gently and whispers into my ear, “I’m so fucking proud of you, Hellcat.”

Then I’m in Hawk’s arms and going back inside. I can hear Zander growl at Dragon, but I let it go. He can handle his own shit. I’m suddenly very tired.