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    Ashes Made Cold – (Chapter: A Bird?…A Girl?…No, Revenge.)

    "What the…" he swivels his head back to her, "*****. You’re dead
    meat, *****!" he sees her painted face when he reaches toward her
    shocking into halting movement, "Are you a nut job or what?!"

    "Hmm…" Bianca poses as if thinking about her answer before whipping
    her hair out of her face, "As you so eloquently put it a moment
    ago, "I’m dead meat and your about to join me, Jake."

    Unnoticed by either Bianca or Jake, the bartender has pulled and
    aimed a .44 Magnum at Bianca. She reaches out lightning quick and
    grabs Jake by the throat.

    "Look, I don’t know who you are or what your ***** is here, but let
    him go or I am going to have to put some holes in ya." The burly man
    warns.

    "Holes could be decorative," Bianca smiles tightening her grip on
    Jake.

    "I warned you." And the shots, two of them, ring out.

    Bianca drops Jake back to his stool as the slugs hit her in the chest
    causing her to stutter step a couple of steps backwards. Some of the
    patrons make their escape at the firing of the gun, but some patrons
    simply cheer. The bar falls silent as Bianca lets out a howl of what
    should be pain.

    "Oh…oh, you got me…" she watches the blood drip to the floor, "or
    did you?" the blood reverses its path.

    A moment ago, the bartender could actually see through one of the
    wounds in Bianca’s ribcage, but now his jaw gapes open as it closes
    up before him. The few remaining customers in the bar shriek.

    "What the ***** are you?!" Jake screams as he pulls a straight razor
    from his pocket.

    Bianca turns to him, "Revenge come from ***** to give you your due."

    She reaches out for him, but he slices through the air connecting
    with her palm. Immediately, the slash closes as Jake screams in
    terror again. Bianca grabs the razor from him in a swift motion.
    She then follows by grabbing him around the neck moving to sit on his
    stool with him in front of her.

    She looks over his shoulder at the patrons, "You all have one chance
    to live…GET OUT!"

    In seconds, she and her quarry are the only ones left in the bar
    besides her dark travel companion perched on the bar. Bianca finally
    allows the memory flash to affect her.

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