[spoiler]thank you for reading 💕[/spoiler] ⚠️warning, gets a bit graphic⚠️ “Pick your weapon." The voice is but a muffled echo in the dark. Her eyes flicker over gun after gun, sword after sword. Daggers glinting with a terrible sharpness. Their amber glow comes to rest on an old, rusted knife discarded on the floor. Dull and useless. "That one." She ignores the surprised mutters. She runs her hands over it, rust peeling at her fingertips. Oh this would do just nicely. The cell opens. Her black leather boots hardly make a sound over the metal floor. The door slams shut behind her. "Hello." Shadow's eyes glow a sickly, pale gold as she circles her prey. He growls back, chained, unable to reach her. She taunts him, kicks at him. "Aren't you happy to see me?" A vicious smile plays across her black painted lips. The fallen Kell grunts in response, tugging on his chains. His glowing blue eyes light up the cell around them. Shadow kneels to eye level with Skolas. "Aren't you glad you're in the dark? No one is here to see this. Lucky you. I would have loved to do this in front of a crowd." She tilts her head, playing with him. "Does that sound familiar?" Skolas stares back into her searching eyes, muttering in his own guttural language. She can't understand him, but she can see the hatred there. "This won't be quick. You don't deserve my mercy." Slowly, she pulls the tiny knife from her pocket. Skolas seems to grin, chuckling with his rasping, ugly laughter. Shadow joins him, eyes lit with amusement. "Well... what fun would it be if they were cut off right away? No, I want you to feel everything." Her eyes harden. The smile disappears. Skolas growls, begins to back away from her. "Was it fun for you? Cuz this sure is gunna be fun for me." The knife is dug against Skolas' shoulder, hardly breaking skin. The blade is far too dull to cut through his exoskeleton. The process would be long, and painful. And that was exactly how Shadow wanted it. He tries to shove her away, claw at her, but she avoids him easily. Her eyes burn like wild fire. The knife is slashed across skin. Over and over and over. Gradually cutting, sawing through bone. The Kell's screams are music to the hunters ears. The sick sound of flesh ripping, pulling, blood splattering against the floor. One arm falls after many long, agonizing minutes. Skolas has fallen to the floor, writhing in unimaginable pain. Shadow grabs another arm, twisting, cutting. Her outrage boils over, crazed laughter echoing through the cell. "HOW DOES IT FEEL?!" A scream is her only response. Her laughter comes nowhere close to drowning it out. "TELL ME!" [i]Crack[/i] The cell vibrates with the volume of Skolas' roar. "HOW-" [i]Cut[/i] "DOES-" [i]Cut[/i] "IT-" [i]Cut[/i] "FEEL!" Shadow jolts upward, gasping for air. She looks around wildly for a moment before sighing in relief. She's in her room, in the tower. Nowhere near the reef. She grips her window sill. Moonlight floods in, touching her skin to silver. She sits on her bed, sweating, trembling. [i]Not again.[/i] The same dreams haunt her every night. Revenge against Skolas wracks her brain like a plague. Shadow pulls her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them. Waiting for her heart to slow. She couldn't execute this plan. Not in Variks' prison. Shadow takes a deep breath. She couldn't kill Skolas. Couldn't show the same savagery he'd shown to Variks. Otherwise, she'd be no better herself. And Variks would never believe she was an ally, not with behavior like that. She knew by now that Variks feared brutality like Skolas's. And feared certain aspects of awoken, like her. The fear of scaring him away keeps her from the prison, from Skolas' cell. But that won't stop the nightmares. She sighs softly to herself and settles back down, preparing for yet another restless night.