She who loved, She who killed

Her breath came slower, weaker. Her last thought was of Alexander—his chubby hands reaching for her, his giggle ringing in her ears.



"I'll come back," she whispered hoarsely.



Michael rose smoothly, adjusting his cuffs. "Doubtful."



The last sound she heard was Elliot's faint chuckle and the door clicking shut behind them.



Then—silence.



"This isn't over. I'll rise again, even if I have to claw my way back from nothing."