[center][color=00aeef]An [@BaileyBlue302] and [@Twisted Mind] collab
Part 2/2[/color][/center]
[i]Okay never mind. He would.[/i] Whisper sighed. She eventually lowered the pistol, with an apparent reluctance to do so. She returned it to her holster, shooting Bee an apologetic glance as she slowly and clearly lifted her hand to remove the mask. She hated that she was doing this, but it wasn't worth fighting Zi for her pride. Pride had always been her flaw. She hesitated.

	Zi fingered the trigger, though he was a bit suspicious that Whisper was going to try something. "[color=2e3192][i]Now.[/i][/color]" He snapped, taking one final step closer to her. He was so close the pistol was almost touching her. He didn't care if she would hate him for the years to come, no, he only really cared that she understood who was in charge. She was used to a hostile environment with a strict pecking order so it wouldn't be too hard, right? He hoped he was right about her.

Whisper gave him a death glare, swallowed her pride, and took the mask off. Her scar was red against her pale skin, a mark she would forever bear. "[color=f6989d]Happy now?[/color]" She spat, her voice betraying how wounded she was by this event. She hated showing her scar more than she had to. She never removed the mask publicly, not even to eat or drink. This pissed her off and hurt her, something her expression now showed clearly without the safety of her mask, which dangled from her hand at her side. If Zi didn't want to trust her, so be it. If he so much as continued to toe the line, she was worried she would snap; that's where the fear in her voice came from- the fear of what she might do to Zi.

	Zi finally lowered the pistol and returned it to the holster at his side. He stepped back, his eyes studying her face: the set line of her jaw, the hurt in her eyes mixing with the anger. The expression of a woman who had just been stripped of her pride and half her dignity. While that hadn't been his intention, he guessed she knew now. "[color=0054a6]Did you get your revenge on them?[/color]" His voice was gentle now, as if nothing had happened, as he indicated her scar.

Whisper didn't respond. [i]No, Ling, I didn't. I killed him, but now he's here. Vengence never rests. You know I'll have to hurt you back, right?[/i] She knew he couldn't hear her thoughts, so she cussed him out silently as she turned away from him and Bee to hide the tears forming in her eyes. She slipped the mask back on, swallowing back a sob. Everything was coming back now; the hell she'd been through returning to her mind as if it had been yesterday. She needed to get out of the room. She stepped out the door, slamming it hard behind her. She didn't understand how Zi could act like he hadn't just threatened to shoot her. She'd known from the moment she'd first spoken to him that he was in charge in any situation, even if he was incompetent when it came to actually doing any protecting.

	Zi cursed. He hadn't meant to piss her off. He didn't exactly want to see what Bee's reaction would be, but he forced himself to turn around anyway and face her. His face was completely blank, showing none of the emotions that were going on in his head. The only betrayal was that old greenish tint in his eyes- his magic restraining itself. Whenever his eyes got like that, one would learn quickly, he was pissed.

Whisper ducked out the back door, a mistake she’d never have made if Zi hadn’t bothered her. Her mask was still dangling from her fingertips, about ready to fall. The blow was swift and strong, sending her collapsing to the ground like a sack of potatoes. She recovered pretty rapidly, but her attacker was on her, pinning her down. She couldn’t reach any of her weapons, and she didn’t dare try. She didn’t need to look up to know there was a gun pointed at her head. Her fingers closed around the mask, curling into a fist. The ground was, slightly a given it being the ground, dusty and she wished she had her mask on still. A laugh bubbled up inside her but she tamped it down. This was pathetic of her, unable to fight back. She easily could have disarmed her opponent, but with Zi’s behavior, the thought didn’t even cross her mind. Someone grabbed her by the shoulder and flipped her over, gun still pointed at her. Well, there were two someones. One of them she recognized, a cold mix of fear and hate taking root in her as her face went even more pale. “[color=f6989d]Cassia.[/color]”

“[color=9e0b0f]Seen a ghost, Russ?[/color]”