Revy, Dutch and Benny returned to the office just drunk at 2 in the morning. The front door still intact, but as soon as they entered, Revy saw the door to the bedroom knocked down and sobered up in half-a-heartbeat feeling fear like she hadn't in years.

"Rock!" She shouted as she ran through the door, "FUCK! All these fuckin' guns and that dumbass couldn't save himself.

"Revy!" Dutch called from the office.

She emerged from the room with fire in her eyes and Dutch handed her a note he had found on the table.

It's been quite a long time hasn't it Rebecca? All this time and you never wrote your friends from Mott Street. That hurts you know.

Anyway, acquaintances in the Verrochio family have been asking around for someone to get the attention of a certain little girl. When they described you I simply had to take them up on their offer and so I've acquired your new plaything in order to get your attention. I hope you don't mind I put a hole in him. He's alive for the moment and I suppose now he'll get to see how much you care for him. I'll even save you the trouble of looking for me; I'm at the shipping yard, and please, bring the cutlass I've been hearing so much about.

-Michele

"Who the fuck is Michele?" Dutch asked.

Revy was motionless as memories from her youth ran through her. The memory of this man beating her, pimping her out to his associates to do with as they please.

"Revy!?" Dutch asked again.

Finally she snapped out of it, the glimmer of emotion her eyes once held now completely gone, "He's a fucking dead man."

"Revy…" She cut Benny off raising her hand to him, "Not a fuckin' word. I'm going to get Rock."

She walked through the door and Dutch let her go without question.

"We're not going after her?" Benny asked.

A man of his taken, his gunrunner on her way to fulfil a dream of vengeance and Dutch was still calm as could be, "You see that look in her eyes? Whatever is about to go down, she needs to go it alone. We get in her way she's not gonna think twice about pullin' those triggers. I just hope Rock is alright when she finds him."

Outside the office, Dutch and Benny could hear the Pontiac start and scurry off leaving the smell of rubber in its wake.

-

It took moments to reach the shipping yards from anywhere in Roanapur. She exited the car, guns drawn and proceeded out into the maze of shipping containers.

As she progressed, several henchmen emerged from behind the crates and containers.

"Appetizers…" She said under her breath.

In a quick barrage of gunfire all of her assailants met the earth along with two empty magazines. She reloaded the pistols, clicked the slide locks and continued.

Following a trail of disposable subordinates, she found Rock tied to a chair, his white shirt stained with his blood.

"Rock!" She shouted as she ran towards him.

He looked up wavering in and out of consciousness, "Revy?"

Closing in on Rock, Michele stepped in her path and her legs locked in fear. Her heels slipped along the pavement and she fell flat on her back in horror of the man who now looked down on her smiling.

"Oh please, do get up." He reached down digging his fists into her shirt. Her hands wrapped his wrists but he was too strong. He lifted her off the ground holding her at a distance and slapped her across the face, a yelp escaping her lips.

"My, my, my Rebecca, you've certainly become quite a woman haven't you? I think I might take from you now what I was first to take from you then, only now, someone who loves you gets to watch." He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against a container like a rag doll.

"Rock…" Revy whimpered.

Just as the man had unbuckled his belt, he heard the click of a hammer and felt the sting of a bullet. Revy fell from his grasp as Michele's knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

She looked up to see Rock holding her cutlass on the coward who now lay on the ground, "Rock?"

"He told me what he did to you. He laughed about it like you were nothing."

She avoided looking at him as she spoke, "Rock…"

He cut her off weakly, "Revy?"

She looked up to Rock and he finished his thought tossing the gun to the ground beside her, "Kill this fucker."

In obvious pain, she remained on the ground as she took the cutlass in hand, lined it up with Michele's forehead. He looked back at her still smiling in arrogance and she squeezed the trigger; over, and over again until the slide locked.

Rock watched on with a hand pressed up against his wound. Of all the deaths he'd witnessed this past year; finally he felt justification for one of them. He offered Revy his other hand and she quickly regained her composure and got to her feet. She was hurting, but he was shot and needed medical help. She tossed his arm over her shoulder and helped him back to the Pontiac.

"Hey Revy?"

"Yeah Rock?"

"Remember when you said you wouldn't come for me again if I got kidnapped?"

"Yeah."

"Things sure have changed."

"No fucking joke."

-

Two days later, Rock finally woke up. He blinked a few times as he came to; he was in Revy's hotel room, on her bed, on his back. He looked down to see a narrow arm draped across his chest. He followed the arm, his eyes eventually meeting hers.

"Revy?"

She looked up at him and gave him a kiss.

"By the way Rock; love you too."

And that is it for this one. If you made it this far I hope you liked it : )