Blood fresh red and bright ran down, trickling done the face of Harley. Harley standing in a dark wood with nothing more then her self and a body in pain. The Blood was escaping out the side of her mouth. She wasn't in pain no, not at all. She smirked and stared at the floor. Trying to avoid the thoughts of the pain she just caused to Joey. She was done with him. She couldn't let him tell her secret to the world. She knows he's not dead but he's wounded enough to never mess with her. Joey laid in pain on the floor bleeding from his arm. Fresh juicy and bright, bright red. The marks seemed to be made by a monster not a human. He didn't make a noise other then small whimpers. They were alone so she could have done worst but she didn't feel it was necessary to beat him more. She wasn't think of the future and how this would effect it, but she loved the taste of blood. She grow used to it. After all she needed it now. She let out a big smile showing off her sharp k9s' and said "good luck pal.". She cleaned herself of and left.
