Vengeance:

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The prison floors were flooded by puddles of dark red blood. Every inch of the prison was filled with dead bodies of-either prisoners who refused Snake's proposal or guards and staff of the facility. Bronson held his gun in his hand, worrying about being rushed by a prisoner. Each cell door was open wide, revealing each tiny, solitude room. But at the end of the corridor, was a closed, rusty door. Bronson aimed his gun at the lock and fired. The door unlocked and Bronson walked in cautiously. A skinny girl with tatty, blue clothes and scruffy, long blonde hair looked up. Her eyes were a wild blue and she smirked. "Hello, Detective Bronson. How goes things? Is Logan dead yet? Did Jason kill that fucker? Did he kill him just before he died? Probably not, but what's to keep me from my imagination." Bronson gazed at Lucy as she began to stand up; "Why weren't you let out?" He asked, still poineting his gun between her cold eyes; "Snake said I couldn't be trusted. Said he didn't want me near his; dear, sweet baby Theresa. Prick." She said. Cold bitterness in her voice. She circled him and observed him up and down; "Wow, Detective Bronson. You turned out to be quite a hot officer didn't ya?" She said finally stopping, her face directly infront of his angry gaze; "And you are still the heartless bitch you were last year." She nodded and backed away; "Well, I'm not going to be here forever so..." She stopped her own speech and kicked into Bronson's chest. He staggered backwards and she rushed to the door. He looked up and chased her, she darted left and stuck her leg out to trip him up. He saw her attempt and shot near her foot. She shrieked and backed away and Bronson turned the corner and punched her cheek. She backed up and took another punch, sending her to the cold, bloody floor; "You're not leaving." He said and dragged her to a cell. The door was closed and Bronson barricaded her in.