'Run. Now.'

A shared instinctive thought flashed between their minds, but their bodies simply would not comply. The hallway deserted, except for the four of them. But once Evelynn bored of having an 'audience'...

She was waiting for that small shard of 'hope' they might find. Watching intently from the corner of a eye while theirs shifted rapidly to and fro. Simply basking in the moment, enjoying the feeble attempts to even see past her for a chance for escape.

It was not her fault their own helplessness and misery made her undeniably aroused. That was a fact.

But these humans thought they had the right to insult her? A pitiful, wallowing lot of dogs who chased their own tails in an endless circle of 'universal meaning' that ended up being nothing. Nothing, except a great cosmic joke to her.

Even if she was once a part of the punchline herself. But she considered that a long time ago...

There were so many things about them that annoyed her. Like their endless preaching about sentimental things like 'courage or bravery'. But as soon as they ended up in a situation where the inevitable happened...

Death being one of them.

Something would always came to surface underneath all that bravado. One thing that always made her smile inside: fear. And speaking of it, the overwhelming despair at this moment from her current victims was delicious.

The smell of terror and arousal mingling and saturating the air was close to bathing in a tub of rich, overflowing wine.

She could not get enough.

Alas, while enjoying their fear was good, crushing it was even better. Stomping any last chances of hope immediately and mercilessly under her heel as she turned her head towards them once more.

Evelynn's shimmering blood red pools giving them a glimpse of painful and gruesome deaths that would only be prolonged as she saw fit in some sort of sadistic game...

If they ran, she would outrun and kill them and if they fought... Well they would die faster as a consolation prize. Only two real choices were given: die all at once or one by one.

Honestly, she could care less.

"I thought we were joking? Am I boring you, summoners?" She drawled the last word out deliberately, coating it in fresh malice. Her hand dropping leisurely from her face to her side. A person not on the end of being maimed or murdered could say she looked exquisite in this light, like a rose baring its thorns.

No response.

Their unanimous silence served to aggravate her further, now dropping her smile as well. Instead, feigning a look of hurt suspiciously too realistic to be a mock attempt.

"I want to know how you truly feel about me." Starting her approach as she splayed her hands. Ready and willing to carve her long held sentiments into soft, malleable flesh, and wash them away afterward in blood.

'Click. Click. Click.'

The small group stood firm against the Widowmaker's advance and prayed to whatever deity or higher power they could for a swift and painless death. It was all they could do...

'Click. Click. Click.'

Now an arm's length away from the quivering summoner in the middle. The first and probably the luckiest out of the three to die. He dwarfed her in height by half a foot, but instead of muscle; there was fat. Judging by the baby face and bald head; shiny like a cue ball from his very recent cold sweat. And a sizable gut outlined under the robe showing that he was indeed, all things considered: a filthy glutton.

A filthy glutton fit for punishment.

"I wonder if pigs still squeal after being cut open? Let's find out!" She raised her hand again. This time preparing to reap her rewards from the endless cycle of pain she created and perpetuated. The 'mask' of hurt on her face instantly changed to one of sheer sadism, intending to slice his stomach into next week's institute cafe deli meat. Unfortunately, she was stopped mid strike by a cold, tingling sensation of something firmly gripping her arm and locking it in place.

'A small annoyance.' She hissed, raising the other hand to strike once more.

The same result happened.

Hissing once again in a mixture of surprise and anger against bonds that became visible from the shadows. Two small, purple energy orbs floating beside her arms and holding them in place by means of three clawed, hand-like extensions.

"Let go of me. Now!" She growled and continued struggling for a few moments. The only thing this achieved was her arms being pulled outward to either side until she could not move them. Leaving her head down, breathing softly for air and definitely pissed enough to kill some unlucky bastard twice over.

Case and point, for a person who had just nearly escaped death's door; he was certainly intent to knock on it again. The trait of a certified daredevil, death seeker or a dumb ass.

'All the above' would have been an acceptable answer.

To clarify, the guy who would have certainly became a mutilated corpse beyond all recognition decided rubbing it in his almost executioner's face was the best course of action. A dark gleam reflected off the torchlight in his small gray eyes, grinning widely almost like a close imitation of the Demon Jester delivering a punchline.

"Y-yeah not so tough now that you're tied up, you trash!" He finally spoke, trying to stop his voice from shaking. The other two coming out of their collective shock. Both showing an opposite reaction on the spectrum of emotion, considering the damage that could and still be done.

"I-I think we should get out of here m-man. She could k-kill us all." The guy on the right spoke meekly, readjusting his glasses and looking away from seething woman in front of them. A thin person of average height, brown eyes and dark complexion, even by the shadows of his hood covering everything else.

"Shut up Kevin, this bitch is about to get what she deserves. She almost killed Duncan and me! I think its time we put her in place! Besides, she can't use her magic, or else she would of done so by now!" The other guy spoke, eyes shining with the same intensity of their 'ring leader'. A face that only a mother could love. A combined pasty complexion, green eyes and dirty blonde hair made him comparable to a mini Urgot. As expected from a 'yes man' in a group, he was the smallest in height compared to the other two.

"Good idea Sam. Maybe this slut can be useful to us after all. She walks around like such a 'high class whore', maybe we should treat her like one!" Duncan sneered. A vile idea forming in his head as he looked around a corridor by all accounts that was rarely ventured.

Thus, 'no one' would ever know...

If Evelynn could materialize her hate spikes, she would of impaled them all hundreds of times over. Tilting her head up and glaring at a person she wanted to kill more than anything at the moment. The way her ruby glare locked specifically on Duncan sent shivers down his spine. An unspoken promise she would kill and torture him even after death. And another fact, unnerving enough as it was; she would make good on the intent.

But she was a woman, and to him all women should know their place; including ones who go around dressed constantly like something out of a S&M porno.

Taking a step forward, he grabbed her jaw in a meaty hand. Glaring upon her in unmasked scorn while ignoring a hiss of pain, and 'snap' of teeth from his captive. Rotating her head roughly from side to side, up and down. A thumb circling cautiously around a plump lower lip as he leered blatantly at the ample sight of her cleavage.

"You know, if you really want to know how we feel. You should learn to respect others, little lady. And it looks like I'll have to be the one teach you some manners. First, I'm going to fu-" For his own sake, he stopped talking. Mouth slackening and eyes becoming wide as dinner plates; he let go of Evelynn and tried to hold something of importance: his balls.

They made quite a nice cushion for her knee as it slammed into his groin once more with unrestrained force. A third satisfying, and muffled 'thud' gracing her ears when he stepped back and fell to his knees in pain. Not even a yelp or scream in response.

"Already a better alternative compared to his squealing." Evelynn could not help remarking snidely. Now if only she could break free of these damned restraints...

"Duncan?!"

"That has to hurt man. You ok?"

Kevin and Sam's faces were a mix of empathy, shock and anger as they watched. Unsure to either help him up or run away...

The choice was made for them as their 'leader' caught a second wind. Struggling to stand with one hand, massaging his wounded 'pride at the same time with the other. Beady eyes full of fury that begged to be released, and Evelynn was a prime target.

"Hah... y-you think you're funny bitch. I'll show you who's funny!" He stood up to to his full height and lifted his free hand. Planning to strike her with enough force to dislocate her jaw or knock out a few teeth.

Then she would see who's in control! They will all see!

"I would strongly advise against that course of action, summoner. Or else, I might accidentally lose restraint of the bindings holding the Widowmaker in place." A deep and soft toned, but unmistakably male voice called out from the darkness.

Duncan and the group; including Evelynn froze. Heads turning to each dark passage, even the ceiling and ground trying to pinpoint the source. Who else would be around at this part of the institute? It was suppose to be abandoned...

Their search was short lived as a tall figure slowly stepped out the shadows. A gray cloak with silver lining, face obscured by the hood signifying a null rank. His thin arms extended outward at his sides and hands enveloped by glowing, translucent purple orbs.

While the cloak itself did not give them any immediate indication of whom it might be, golden eyes glowed like embers within the shadows of his cowl. Glaring and alternating for a minute between each one of the summoners.

Considering them on the same level of contempt as cockroaches.

The blood in their veins turning to ice as it slowly dawned on the group of summoners whom they were in the presence of.

"Bastard! What are you doing here!?" An almost simultaneous shout from Duncan and Sam. Evelynn turned her head to see, but remained silent. At this point she was reduced to a mere spectator at the appearance of this newcomer.

"Heh, I heard walking around the institute is good for exercise. Seems you guys should try it out sometime, but judging from the sweat and looks on your faces. The Widowmaker has given you quite the 'workout'." The gray robed summoner's tone smug and condescending, still remaining in his stance.

"Shut up! Sam with me. Keven stay here and make sure that slut doesn't go anywhere. Seems we got two mouthy bitches to put in their place." Duncan continued talking as he advanced with Sam eagerly behind. Cracking knuckles and smiles, expecting an easy fight.

"For all your tough talk and attitude, you're defenseless. You can't fight back unless you get rid of those orbs around your hands, and creepy things holding that bitch in place. I'll give you one and one chance only: leave and never speak of this to anyone."

Pointing behind with a thumb towards Evelynn, his confidence finally building to a head while standing between them. "Or if you're really a sick, sadist fuck who came here to watch her get fucked. Go ahead and enjoy."

Once again, Duncan metaphorically raised a hand to knock on death's door. Unbeknownst to him: it was unlocked and waiting. All he had to do was open it this time.

"You would live longer if you stopped to think, but your kind rarely do. Do you really think I would allow myself to go alone to a place like this and expose myself without backup?" A sharp whistle and two clicks punctuating the air after the cold response.

"Hah! This dumb ass thinks he's in a movie or something! He must be-" Sam was cut off by a low gurgle, the sound of footsteps not far behind...

AN: Decided to go back and change some things in the second chapter after a nice first review. Criticism is good like I have stated, but I need a Beta or two for spring boarding ideas. Or they end up like a flowchart only understandable to the beholder.

Currently working on the third chapter and going back through the previous one, along with other upcoming stories. Feel free to pm me (but no spam!) about any praise, ideas and/or criticisms.