What Derives From Hate?

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** Your POV **
I packed all my weapons and all my clothes into one huge suitcase. Nick was yelling at me and i was blocking it all out. His words are knives and often leave scars. I smiled sheepishly to myself, and stand my suitcase up. I look down at my shirt, which is Nicks', and smile sadly. I look to Nick, who's eyes are red once again. I walk to the closet and grab two more of his shirts and stuff them in. Wih the suitcase/bookbag, i sling it over both shoulders and walk out. Nick stands there like a lost puppy.

I jog to the garage and slide Samuels' helmet on. I rev up my motorcycle and push out of the garage at 120 mph. I wave at Hank, Wu, and others on the scene. They smile and then look to your door which has a furious Nick running out.

Hank
Man, whats with her?!

Nick
MI6 called her. Old colleagues are in hospital. She's going to England. We need to stop her.

The motorcycle takes me to the airport in about 3 hours. I park my second baby near the back of the airport and run in after I had shoved the helmet in the suitcase/bookbag. When I run in, 4 attendants come my way and drag me towards my flight. Though this was wierd and an hour early for my flight, i accepted that. The attendants walked onto the jet with me as the door to it closed. They looked at me with smiles.

Me
Soooooo... Who are you guys and why do I need to be on my flight an hour before its supposed to take off?

Mystery Woman 1
Your MI6 boss instructed us to take you on an hour earlier since another member of your legion has been injured. David Moriarty.

Me
Okay. Now who are you?

Mystery Man 1
We are with the resistence. I am Kenneth Richards.

Mystery Woman 2
I am Abbadon Greenlief.

Mystery Woman 1
I am Rowena Macleod.

Mystery Man 2
I am Viktor Willison.

Me
Did you really have to drag me though?

Mystery Man 1
Walking wasnt gonna get you there any faster. It could've been worse.

Me
What?

Myster Woman 2
He means drug you.

Me
I figured there was something worse than dragging my ass onto a plane that is an hour earlier than its supposed to lift off. So, i sorta expected your demented ways of dealing with me.

Abbadon
Your mother was smart. You are a spitting image of her. God, we all miss her.

Me
Yeah. God rest her fucking soul. Do you know how damn bloody the fucking crime scene was? Do you know what I saw?

Kenneth
No, we do not. Would you mind telling us?

Me
There was blood everywhere. Blood on the walls, blood on the ceiling, everywhere. Their throats were ripped out, hands, and feet cut off. That was on Christmas. And the worst present was Dead Parents. So, dont you dare talk about my mother...

I sigh and turn my backs to them. To my left, there's a full bottle of Jack Fucking Daniels. I smirk, and pick it up. They examine my actions as I take a simple sip of the alcohol.

Rowena
You know, you dont have to drown out your sorrows in drinking.

Me
Hell yeah i do! This job cost me to leave the man I love. I wouldnt have gone but since I care so damn much about my legion, I left him.