"No... Not Vi," Hope whispers through the painkillers she had been given, burying her face in her hands. Vi had been the closest thing to a real friend on the team, one of the few who had given her an even shake. But she had also been... The most fragile of them.
Silently she battled with the rage, the need to revenge her friend and the grief were stark on her face, through the tears that trickled silently down. She shook her head, trying to battle the darkness within her, that which had almost consumed her when Stephan had been murdered.
NO! she finally thought. VI wouldn't want me to hunt down Killer Bee. she thought bleakly. She wouldn't want me to turn dark just because of her. I.... Won't dishonour her memory with murder. she leaned back, letting the anger drain away with effort, leaving only bone deep sorrow.
