Mitch woked up after a couple of hours to the sound of one of her phones.

"Blood Eye."

"Death." She slowly slipped out of Oliver's embrace and out of the bed into the bathroom.

"Bloodhound is two towns away from you." Mitch looked at the bruises around her wrists and neck.

"Send me the coordinates."

"Meeting point?"

"My impala." She ended the call and got into the shower.

Bloodhound was on a job in Montana and the reason why he had taken the job was because his target had a close encounter with Death. The proof of the encounter was a carved scar in the form of a scythe over his heart.

"Where is Death?" Bloodhound asked Martin.

"I don't know." Martin was an infiltrate spy when Death had captured him and almost killed him. He pulled out a switchblade and stabbed Martin in the stomach.

"Where is he?"

"Right behind you." Death pulled the trigger to his gun intending to shoot Bloodhound but he moved away leaving Martin to become the target.

"Nice headshot." He complimented Death as the bullet she had shot had killed Martin.

"Thanks, Dad."

"Did you know that today is my birthday?"

"Cool."

"You just want to get straight to the point. Don't you?"

"Damn right I am." She started shooting but she missed every time because Bloodhound moved and hid. She knew what he was trying to do so she too hid in the abandoned factory to not be an easy target.

Bloodhound couldn't see where she was but he knew that she was going to be hard to find, especially with his now bad sight. He accidentally bumped against something and a piece of metal fell. He had to drop on his back to hid because she was already shooting, shoot first ask questions later. He waited until he heard her slight footsteps in front of him, he charged. He got her in a chokehold but she kicked his leg, twisted and stabbed his side.

"You've gotten better." He punched her, making her lose consciousness for a few seconds before kicking her stomach. She fell on her ass but as Bloodhound was about to shoot her she pulled out a dagger from out of her belt and threw it into the barrel. She got on her feet and was about to shoot him but he punched her nose, yanked her gun and shot her shoulder.

"You're getting bad at this." She pulled out a dagger from out of her pocket but Bloodhound tried to take it away while she tried to kick his stomach. It was one dagger and two mercenaries fighting for it, and as the two of them fought for it it seemed that it could float in midair. She got tired of it and in one swift moment she pulled out a dagger from her sleeve and tried to slash his throat but he blocked it with his arm.

"Last time this happened I almost killed you." Bloodhound smiled. "But I showed you mercy."

"One big mistake." She brought down the dagger on his skull as hard as she ever could while a shot was heard. She had done it, she had killed Bloodhound but as the adrenaline started fading she felt something. Bloodhound had shot her with a bullet especially made to release venom once it was fired.

"Not bad old man." She giggled as she felt the searing hot venom destroying her from the inside.