What Derives From Hate?

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** Jennifer's POV **

Hello. My name is Jennifer Gibbs. I am a former MI6 captain. I was the best at it too until Portland. Until Portland Police Department Captain Sean Renard called my boss. I left the only place I truly knew how to protect. I left England. And when i did, unimaginable things happened that wouldnt have if i didnt leave. But, now im back. And everything will be back in order soon. Watch out, Black Claw. I am coming for you.

* BLACK CLAW BASE **

Patrick
I cant find her.

Cain
The Grimm?

Patrick
No. She must have put something on to mask her from our detectors.

Gregory Melbourne
Like what?! Our camera and detectors are state of the art. If she had passed them or something, im sure they would picked her up.

Cain
Find her before she finds us!!

He yells and storms off to the boxing room. He slides on his gloves. Punching and kicking every bag there is in there until his hands are bloody, and feet are bruised.

** Jennifer's POV **

Did they know where I was? No. Did they know that I knew where they were hiding out? No. Do they know im in England? Yes. Do they know they're dead? Yes. My mission is to kill these bastards for what they did. And I shall fulfill my mission for Hannah, Ricky, and David. I will fulfill my mission and kill Black Claw: England.

I arrived at the base around midnight. Immediately, I spotted 10 gaurds outside. Easy! I grabbed my sniper rifle and shot one guy. They all thought one another shot an ally and killed everyone. I took their guns and set them in my trunk. Next, I put a laser beam through a doorknob and got in. 25 more gaurds. I snapped their necks, but not without being killed 3 times. But they didn't see that.

They don't know it's The Grimm. I made my way quietly down to where the people who put my friends in the hospital. They were drinking coffee peacefully. I thought it was kind of civil until I saw their knives bloody. Huh, okay.

Me
You have failed this city.

Gregory Melbourne
Who are you?!

Me
My identity does not matter. What matters is your safety and whether or not I will let you make it out of here alive.

Cain
What're you going to do to us?!

Me
What should have been done to your group-- years and years and maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany years ago.

I take out my glock and shoot Patrick in the head. All that does is bring back memories of that ' All Go ' mission.

Gregory Melbourne
The hell are you doing?!

Me
Bringing justice to England. Bringing Justice to London.

I shoot Gregory in the right orbital socket. His last facial expression is a smile. Creepy!

Cain
Stop this madness! I'll stop! I won't kill anymore! Please, just spare me! PLEASE?!!!

Me
No. You're just like them. A killer. And killers can never go back.

I holster my gun and throw my machete into his chest. He gurgles his blood before falling to knees and face planting. I grab the machete and stab him multiple times until his blood is staining both my hands, my jacket, my pants, and my face.

I stand up and grab a few more guns before I start my journey back to MI6. I strip off my jacket to reveal a black shirt-- spotless! My pants are fine. As for my hands, I pull on some gloves. That outta do it!

I pull into the police parking lot and run inside. The Gaurd lets me in immediately and I'm on the balls of my heel and feet, waiting to gets my legion. Once I get there, Viktor pulls me into a tight hug. I'm so tired I don't hug back. He gets off as I lay on the ground, arm draped over stomach, one arm at my side, legs slightly bent.

Beth
Cap, you okay?

Me
38.

Greg
What the hell does that mean?

Me
Killed 38 people.

Deanna
Water?

I nod furiously as she jogs of. She returns 15 minutes later with three bottles of water. I chug the one she hands me, and then I sit up. Viktor holds out his hand and I take it, him pulling me back up to my feet.

Me
I was also shot and killed three times.

Viktor
And?

Me
The people, hopefully all of Black Claw, thinks its me and my real family.

My phone rings 'Identity Disorder ' and I pick up.

Nick: please tell me she's okay. Please tell me Jennifer's okay.
Me: Nick. Its okay. Its me. Im alive.
Nick: Good. Will you be home soon?
Me: Baby, Im coming home.
Nick: Yay!
Me: Whats everyone at precinct like?
Nick: From Hank, he's said that they're working slower now that you're not in Portland.
Me: Well, tell hank to tell them to work hard or I'll pressure them and build anger.
Nick: Alright, Babe. I got it.
Me: Thank you.
Nick: For?
Me: Keeping your promises to me when no one else would.
Nick: What does that mean?
Me: My real parents promised me they would stick by my side all throughout my life.
Nick: Im so sorry.
Me: I wish I could feel you right now.
Nick: Get your pretty ass down here and you can.
Me: *laughs* Shut up, you kinky sonuva Bitch.
Nick: I miss you,
Me: I miss you too, babe. Listen, i'll be down there soon. Dont pick me up.
Nick: What? Why?
Me: My motorcycle is there.
Nick: Oh, okay. Love you, Jen.
Me: Love you too, Nicholas.

I hang up and smile.

Viktor
Time to go?

Me
Time for me to go.

Viktor
Okay. Go get your bags.

I run to my room and grab my duffle. Then I notice somethhing out of place. I grab it and realize it was a little velvet box. Samuel was going to propose to me? Well, I mean, in our life before that, we wouldnt live long. Well, except me. Anyways, I open in it and sling the ring on a chain necklace. I hide it under my shirt. Sam's clothes are still folded neatly in the drawer. I grab most of them and walk out.

Viktor
Alright, girl. Lets go.

He grabs my arm and walks me through the elevator. I whistle to Carry On My Wayward Son until we reach the top. We exit together, and climb into car. My hands instantly race to Sam's jacket and I snuggle up into it in the passenger seat. It still smells like him. I bury my face into it. Viktor glances at me, smiles, and then looks at the road. He drops me off at the airport in which im to board. When I do, i fall onto the couch and sleep.