>>10272511Holly panted, struggling to catch her breath back. Blood ran down her face, the multitude of cuts from the barbed wire having drawn the red liquid from her in a gush. Blood too stained her hands, but that was a mixture of both her own and that of her opponent. Lucy had been pinned, and lies sprawling in the ring. A downed foe, surrounded by weaponry of all shapes. The other Angels were in Japan. She could put an end to one of them right here and right now.
For the longest time, she considered it. She stared at the face of the woman who had challenged her to this match with every intention of getting revenge for what Holly had done to her. Lucy was complicit in the horrors that Holly had been subject to at the hands of her mistress and her fellow pets. For her crime of trying to save Amy Flame from herself, to pull her back out of the world of followers, Holly had been humiliated time and time again. But in a one-on-one, she still was able to come out on top.
Lucy could be struck down again. She could be sent back to the hospital. Holly had the power in her hands to do so. Almost lazily, as if in a trance, the blonde wandered over to one of the barbed-wire-wrapped bats. She dragged across the canvas, pacing, her face twisted into a smug grin of satisfaction.
She could revenge herself again upon the pink-haired streamer slut. Holly gripped the bat tightly, her knuckles going bone white. Images flashed through her head, vivid memories of an attack that she'd been subjected to by Nikki Kade while Sapphire and Lucy had stood complicit. The sight of a steel chair, the taste of her own blood, blackness. Death had been put upon her. Death. Death.
It was what Lucy deserved. It was what all the Angels deserved. Why had she bothered to try to fight against the ties of fate that drew her into such conflicts?
Sometimes, evil had to be fought with evil. Who cared if she fell down into a spiral with them? Who the fuck cared about Holly Hope-Again?
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