Outset.

One.

"Please, I'm sorry. I don't know what I did. Just please let me go and I'll give you what you want!" Arabella pleaded as the man in the dark suit held the small but intimidating nine millimeter pistol to her head.

"You know, I was actually looking forward to keeping you around. You know, for medicinal purposes only," The malicious man with fiery red eyes and a wicked smile smirked, "but, like all other substandard, vile creatures that don't do what they're told when they're supposed to, they get what you say... Disposed of?" He chuckled darkly as he cocked the gun back and held it rigidly to her temple.

Her eyes leaked profusely with tears as she shook her head. "Please..." She murmured over and over again, hoping for some kind of salvation. But as the evil man with the Crimson eyes pulled the trigger, it all went black.