Swinging your hips, Kurt's knife dancing between your fingers, you strutted along the main street of Dogtown.

Your eyes glowed red as the live video of Myers played in your mind's eye. The steely will to survive had changed and the woman had now turned to defence. Blood ran down her leg.

"No more running?", you asked in a whisper.

As if struck by lightning, she jerked her head round. Her fingers twitched and she pointed the gun at you. Your eyes lit up. And in the next moment, the cables burned through.

Struck by the electricity, Myers dropped the gun. Her fingers were black, burnt by the heat that made the casing fizz.

"Whistler.", the way she greeted you felt familiar, like she was doing nothing more than seeing an old friend again.

Scowling, you stopped a few paces in front of her. She had her back against the obelisk, her breathing heavy. She was sweating, whether from exertion or the heat was unclear.

"It's been long.", boredom echoed in your words.

You didn't want her last impression of you to be that of a lunatic. Because you weren't. Your mind was clear, deliberate. Slowly your eyes travelled down her body.

Where would you put the blade first?

Taking a deep breath, Myers lifted her chin, straightened her back and met you with an iron will. She was determined, you had to give her that.

"I hear you've got yourself a new toy.", you let Kurt's knife dance between your fingers. "Or an old one? She was already there then, wasn't she?"

She frowned. A twitch ran through her lips and you seemed to have hit a sore spot.

A chuckle caught in your throat. You approached her menacingly, walking around her with the certainty of death breathing down her neck.

"I don't know what you're talking about.", she said.

You curled your nose.

"No, no, no, no.", sighing, you threw your head back and looked around so that everyone knew you were awake, in your right mind. "I'm bored of your lies, Rosalind. Come up with something new."

Blood oozed from her wounds, wetting the tarmac beneath her with a red haze.

"You can't kill me!", she hissed.

Painted fingernails dug into the obelisk. Your gaze jumped to your own fingers, black chrome and gruesome memories.

You could still remember how it had burned when they had torn each fingernail from you one by one. The whole room had reeked of blood, of raw flesh and iron.

The memory sent a shiver down your spine.

"I'm not interested in treason.", you shrugged. "I've done that before."

"It would be a terror discount on the NUSA!"

You grinned broadly.

"Are you telling me I'm not already on your little list? Pah! Please. Kurt and I are definitely in the top 10.", you approached her, but backed away again when she pulled a hidden blade out of her sleeve. "Rosa. Dear President Myers, please. Time for the truth."

She showed you her teeth. She was still as combative as ever. Or rather stubborn, that was the more appropriate word.

Defiant.

If there was something she wanted then she would achieve it. Even if it meant a war. That had worked really well the last time.

The thought made you snort.

With a swift flick of your wrist, you slapped her hand away, the blade slipping back into its hiding place.

Your fingers wrapped around her neck. Long nails dug menacingly into the soft flesh. No blood was flowing yet, but that would change soon.

You grew impatient.

Gritting her teeth, she looked at you. Anger burned in her eyes but the wounds made it difficult to fight back. You had to hand it to her, if there was one thing she had it was fighting spirit and the ability to never be weak.

That only made it more pleasant to kill her. It felt earned.

"The truth, Rosa!", you hissed.

Impatience burned on your soul. It was like the ticking of a clock on the back of your neck.

"What do you want, Whistler?!", oh, the woman wanted to bite and if she could have, you'd have two fingers less.

Your hands trembled under the force she used against you. She was strong, trained for close combat. But the loss of blood made her eyes darken. She was breathing heavily, couldn't even stand properly on her feet.

Clenching your teeth, you leant down towards her, so close that your warm breath made her flinch. You laughed. It felt so good to have power over her.

"You know.", you insisted with a smile, letting the tip of Kurt's blade move across her neck. "You have something I want. That everyone wants."

"I can erase your file, you will be declared dead.", she tried to bargain.

Clicking your tongue, you shook your head.

"I like the dishonest life, Rosa. It pays very well. It's more fun."

"So you don't want money?"

"I want my freedom!"

You almost punched her in the face in anger. Your grip on the blade shifted and a thin layer of skin was punctured. A trickle of blood ran down Myers' neck, making her swallow hard.

Then she smiled. The sight was enough to make you turn the knife. A cry of pain left her lips. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she leaned back as far as she could, away from the certain death at her throat.

"You're as free as a wild animal can be!", she growled.

Your lips curled in amusement. You withdrew the knife and buried it in her side, right between the lowest ribs. It wouldn't kill her, but it bled like hell when you pulled the knife out again.

Trembling, Myers bent over you and found a hold on your shoulder. You greeted her with a hug.

"The Killswitch Rosa.", you whispered in her ear. "Where is it in me? How can I get rid of it?"

Trembling and panting, she clung to you.

"I... I can't... it's not...", blood dripped from her lips. "You should... always be guarded. I couldn't... you..."

"Fewer words, more answers.", you growled.

Her blood warmed your (S/C) skin. She gritted her teeth, took a shuddering breath.

"Whoever becomes the next president... they all know... they'll kill you with the switch!", she promised.

You snorted.

"Where. is. It."

She smirked tiredly.

"In your heart."

Her body went limp.

And when she fell to her knees, you couldn't help but plunge the knife into her neck with full force.