Ekaterina "Katya" Dobrova looked at the man she had fallen in love with, the man she had never confessed her feelings to, and realized something that nearly broke her heart.
Grant Wilson had changed.
Whether for the better or for the worse remained to be seen, but he had changed. He looked at her through his single eye, and loosened his hold on her throat. "I...came here for you. Why, I can't say, but all I know is I came here for you."
His eye searched hers, and he let her go.
"I'm going to let you go, but if you breathe a word of this, I will kill you myself."
He turned and walked away, getting into his car and heading wherever he needed to go next. In reality, with this last job as a mercenary completed, he was supposed to put his plan into action, but there was something he had to do first, a score he had to settle. Grant took his helm off and ran his fingers over the eyepatch. Ever since he had lost the eye, he had sworn revenge.
----------------------------------Several Months Ago---------------------
Grant laid on the ground, cuts on his face and a bleeding hole where his right eye was. His ribs were bruised and when he spoke, he revealed bloodstained teeth. Beside him, staked to the ground was an arrow, and impaled upon that arrow was his eye. With his remaining right eye, he looked at Aaron Walker and spoke with a conviction. A conviction hardened by hatred, forged by rage.
"You will suffer for this. I promise you, you WILL suffer. When I'm done, I won't kill you. I will make you WISH I had killed you." He bellowed. Blood spat out as he did so, rain pouring down the entire time.
------------------------Collabed with Stryder---------------
Aaron's relentless beatings at the hands of his gang affiliated captors reminded him of something that had happened long ago. A past altercation he had with a man who called himself Mason's true brother, truth be told, he had no idea how deep he and Aaron's blood ran.
---Several Months Ago---
Aaron was rather unscathed from the whole ordeal, for someone claiming to be Mason's kin, he was surprised how little he was hurt. Save for the rounds that dented his suit, he was perfectly fine, he looked down at the pathetic excuse for a brother and for a hero. "You lost sight of what it truly means to be someone's brother, I'll be back for the other one later.."
Ironsight spoke, squatting down as he spoke to the injured hero.
"You will suffer for this. I promise you, you WILL suffer. When I'm done, I won't kill you. I will make you WISH I had killed you."
"I'll be waiting then....the pain will leave you broken by then..." He said as he pulled the arrow that speared Grant's eye out of the ground, waving it around tauntingly. The archer turned into the darkness and vanished, his work was more than finished for now anyway.
---Present Day----
Grant had lain there for hours with the arrow spearing his eye on the ground nearby. Aaron had been taunting it in front of him before vanishing, and Grant could do nothing but lay there, thinking of his revenge. Avenging his brother was still his endgame, but this injustice had to be corrected. A message had to be sent.
And a mission months in the making had to begin.