Her.

Seventy Six.

Harry had been sitting in the basement for two weeks straight with his body bruised and cut, some wounds old and some new. Seven had been on a binge thirsting for more violence and destruction she could possibly cause, her name spreading around like wildfire that Harry failed to keep his 'thrown'. It was the constant reminder everyday in the basement he was the one who created the monster terrorizing innocent lives, extreme drug deals, taking anything she wanted with no restraints knowing the abuse she was doing;was the way of life.

Her way of life.

Harry grunts in the chair trying for the millionth time to break free but as the other attempts had been; it failed. As the days grew more; murder intent grew back along with his dignity as a man gone like nothing with the snap of Sevens fingers; instead of seeing he was the cause of chaos...he grew more and more into the mindset everything he did was the perfect thing to do, as if he did it out of love.

The basement door slams open seeing William holding a gun in his hand, bringing shock to Harry as he gasp remembering all those years ago how he broke his heart, then announcing how Seven was dead...William not believing the lie...finding her too many years late. "Where is she?" His voice with heavy breathing.

"I thought your minion Pandora would be here." Harry replies as William approaches him holding the gun to his head, "Your making a mistake being here, Will."

"Where is she Harry?"

"She's lost it in the two weeks she robbed me of my dignity." Harry licks his dry lips with disappointment. "She toke over the business and...she's destroying everything I've built on my own..." he shakes his head anger rising. "Will...she's too deep in her mind...she's much more powerful with the whole world practically under her shoe."

"That's not Faye." William says. "I know who Faye is."

"Do you?!" Harry yells. "That's not who she is anymore, Will! Her name isn't even Faye! She's-She's not even my fucking daughter!"

"W-What?" William furrows his brows. "What are you even talking about, you crazed fuck?"

Heavy footsteps come rapid behind William making him jump back holding his gun out at the doorway until Seven appears; her eyes wide with rage staring at William whose face dropped. "Faye!" He cries lowering his gun.

Sevens eyes twitch before a gunshot echoes between them, Williams hand bleeding with a gap in it as the gun falls beside her. "Faye!" He screams holding his injured hand crying, "Faye I came looking for you!"

"My names Seven , you fucking geek." She responds as William looks at her lost. "Why'd you even come here? There's nothing here for you."

"Fa-" He begins seeing Seven narrow her eyes. "Seven, y-you know I came to bring you back...t-this ...madness isn't you!"

"I have no one and nothing left in this world, William. I refuse to let some fucking bullshit words distract me from what I am creating." She says taking slow steps at him,"you got big words coming from someone who murdered London."

Williams eyes go wide, "Seven, it was the only way to keep her from you! I-I couldn't even have you to myself without that bitch in the picture."

"She isn't dead." Harry speaks making them look.

"She's dead, Harry. Don't lie." Williams voice low. "Me and Pandora stabbed and shot her, we dumped her body in a lake...there was no way she could've survived it."

"She's coming after you, William." Harry looks at him with seriousness. "Pandora's already dead."

"Pandora's locked in a mental hospital...what the fuck are you on about?"

"She reached out to me a month ago, following you and your every move when she finally healed." Harry explains. "She's coming here to kill William-"

"Oh." Seven laughs sarcastically. "Just keep tossing more crazy bitches into the circus."