Oscar gulped. Visibly. I grinned.

"What's wrong, Oscar? I thought you wanted to talk? Well I'm here now, so go for it," I said mockingly.

"We have some unfinished business," Oscar said, seeming to regain his composure.

I groaned. "Enough with the cryptic shit. What did I do and why do you want revenge?" I asked.

"Did you happen to recognize this address?" He asked as an answer.

I could see where this was going. "Let me guess. You're the gang leader the woman cheated with. You were in love, and now you want revenge on me for killing her. Well, let me tell you something, Oscar. I don't choose who I kill. I kill because that's my job, not because I had any sort of vendetta against your girlfriend. So, really, nothing personal," I said.

"You got that part right," Oscar replied. "But there's more. Unfortunately, since you've been so very rude, you don't get to know before I kill you."

Before I knew it, he had pulled a knife from his pocket. He threw the sheath aside and pointed it at me. I looked down at my two, slightly bigger knives, and and back up at Oscar. I smiled patronizingly at him.

"Two against one, huh?" I asked, baiting him. He took it. He dove at me, knife pointing at my heart. I easily sidestepped, but didn't have to to get a hit in before he was out of range.

He faked a punch that I caught, but managed to nick my side before I got out of the way completely.

He seemed to almost celebrate that he got me, and I took advantage of his momentary distraction to kick him in the gut. He doubled over. I lunges for the gun by the still knocked out woman, and managed to grab it, dropping one of my knives in favor of the hand gun.

Oscar moved toward me, slowly, almost warily. I stayed on my guard, and it looked like he was going to go for my left side. At the last second, he dove for my right side. The injured one. I moved out of the way just in time. While diving away, I managed to kick his back, making Oscar fall to the ground. I got up, and stepped on his hand, making him release the knife, which I kicked away.

I aimed the gun at his head, slipping my knife into its sheath with my other hand.

"Well," I said. "Looks like I won't be the one dying tonight. Now, if you cooperate, I'll make your death quick. Just shoot you in the head. But if you won't answer my questions, well, it won't be fun. I have to knives, and the gun," I threatened.

Oscar sat up, so he was facing the barrel of the small gun. "I don't think you have it in you," he said, but he didn't sound so sure.

"Oh believe me, I do. Especially after knowing you kidnapped my girlfriend, and hurt her, both physically and mentally. I saw the tear stains. You guaranteed yourself death, now you can guarantee a nice, easy death, or a slow, hard death. It's up to you. Now, for my first question, what other business do you have with me?" I asked darkly.

Oscar hesitated for a moment, but then ultimately chose to speak. Good choice in his part. "You're a Morana."

I raised an eyebrow. "And?"

He shot me a smirk, shaking his head. "I told you what business I have with you. You're not getting any more out of me."

I held the gun up higher, aiming at his head. I clicked off the safety, and that seemed to scare him.

"My parents ran the gang before I did, but I carried out some of the operations for them, even before they stepped down. Your father, Victor Morana, found me one day. Said he was right in money, had a family to support. So, I gave him a job. Drug dealing. He dealt the drugs, and gave me a cut of the money. But then he stopped giving me money. So I found his family, and killed them," Oscar explained.

Oh god. After all this time, I had found my family's killer. I had always hoped I would find him, but now that I had, I didn't feel the closure I had expected. Before I could ponder anymore, though, Oscar started taking again.

"But and, a few weeks ago, I found you. I had had a few men trailing you, and found your apartment. One night, while you were out, I had someone go into your apartment and bug it. Imagine my surprise when I found out who you really were. The final Morana. I suppose I should kill you? Just so that your family can see you again. When you father was working for me, daddy dearest was very worried about you especially. He'll be glad to see you again."

Through this whole speech I was so distracted I didn't see him inching towards a knife. He grabbed it, though, and made a dive for me. Pain flared when he got my other side, but I knocked the knife away before he could do any more damage. I kicked him down, flat in his back, and straddled him. I pulled my knife out of its holder and slit Oscar MacQuoid's throat. I left before he died, hearing the echo of his scream in my head.

He deserved it, I thought as I walked out of the house. Once on the street, the adrenaline started to wear off. I was immediately aware of immense pain in both of my sides. I pulled my phone out with shaky hands, and called Ced.

He's picked up immediately. "Tala? Are you okay?!" He asked, panicked.

"I've... got some injuries..." was all I could say before my trembling hands dropped my phone and I dropped too, blood loss and pain making the street swirl, before going black.