The woman leaned forward, slapping her hard across the cheek as spit and blood flew from her mouth. "You're a real bitch, y'know that?" She slapped her again before stepping back, spitting into her face.

Kai laughed. She hadn't been called a bitch for a long time. "Yeah," she said with a chuckle. "And you're a coward and a slug." She waited for another strike.

She just stood there, "Do you know who I am, girl?"

She lifted her head and examined her. "Nope," she said with a smile. "Not a clue." She laughed and waited for an answer.

"I'm your Mum."

Instead of being relieved, Kai was infuriated. She looed away and screamed mentally. She spent so many years wondering who she was and why she didn't want her just to find out that she was an evil cow? Kai squeezed her eyes shut, her face turning sour. "I don't want to know you." Her voice was thick with hatred.

"My long lost daughter." He giggled, stroking her cheek, moving strands of hair from her face before stepping away, slapping her again, "But, I didn't come her to re-unite, and I think you know that."

Kai had pulled away from the caress. She did receive the slap though. She spat at the woman's foot. "Go to hell," she seethed. Blood trickled down Kai's face. She could feel it trying to wriggle into her mouth and tasted a little on her tongue. "I hope the fires of it burn you into an unrecognisable singe."

She pulled out a handgun, loading a bullet into it, "Anything else?"

"One more thing. Beat me to death. Guns are for the weak." She smiled sinisterly.

Before she could reply Jack spat on the ground, muttering something. The woman turned, scowling, "What did you just say?"

Jack slightly lifted his head, a large bruise showing where he'd be hit in the face, "Shoot me first."

Kai looked over to him and slipped her wrist out of one of the bonds. She moved her hand to the rope and undid it. She laughed. "Finally. You know, you tie really loose knots." She untied the ropes at her ankles and stood. "Me first. I'm the security risk." She smiled.

The twelve figures stepped closer, all loading their guns at the same time. "No one dies." A voice beckoned from the shadows which sent shills crawling through Jack's spine. "Not today."

Kai chuckled. "How ironic," she spat.

A half robotic man moved from the shadows, half smiling. "'Ello, Kai and Gandal." He muttered, waving a hand through the air - pistons hissing.

"His name is Jack. Get it right," she said angrily. "Gandal died last year." She clenched her fists.

"Oh." He paused for a second, "My apologies, how did Gandal die?"

"You know how." She was steaming with rage. She hung her head and grit her teeth.

The man laughed, waving a hand through the air, dismissing the crowd of people with handguns. "Sorry if they were a bother." He strolled down a long stair case as he talked, holding a small gun in his left hand, Kai, please take a seat."

Kai stayed standing and watched the people leave. She kept her eyes on her mother. "You still owe me a beating," she called after her and smiled. She turned to the man. "I wish to stand. Too much sitting for one day."

"As you wish, girl." His last word spat from his mouth, hatred curling around his words. The smile dimmered as everyone left and he replaced the gun with a razor sharp blade.

"Who..." Jack moaned, adjusting himself in his sat as he pulled at the ropes tied around his arms, "Who are you?"

The man stepped closer, fully out of the shadows as he leaned over Jack, "What's that saying in those horror movie's...?" He stroked his beard, "Oh yeah. I'm your worst nightmare." With that, he jabbed the blade into Jack's left arm, right through his muscle.

"No!" Kai shoated. She knew that she shouldn't rush him but she did. "Don't hurt him!"

The man turned, the pistons hissing once again as stress was applied on them, "Actually, maybe you'd better take a seat." That smile returned. "Now." But the hatred still coated his voice.

"Well you're going to have to shackle me to a wall or something. Because I am not sitting down." She crossed her arms and waited for his reply.

He moved forward in a flash, pressing the knife against her neck, "Sit. Down."