A/note: Longer chap to make up for the last update! Enjoy!

"Wakey- wakey! Rise and shine, Baby!" I heard a...Unsettling and disturbing voice. My eyes fluttered ever so slowly open.

I could taste the bitter crimson that stained the corner of my lip. I slowly raised my gaze to the man. He was knelt down to the level I was at. My back leaned against a small table next to a cream coloured sofa.

My blue hair stuck to the side of my face, my eyebrow arched when I saw the man. His eyes glowed purple, he reminded me of Captain Boomerang from Suicide Squad, he had the same stupid grin and the same hair... Two other men stood next to him guarding his side, in case I had a trick up my sleeve.

He wore a devious grin on his face and nodded when my eyes adjusted to the three. He gently clapped in excitement, "Come on! Join us!" He encouraged me by snapping his fingers back and forth.

"There she is, haha!" The man continued.

"It's V! Or should I say Ronin! The man-. I mean...Women!" He joked, My jaw locked, until I felt a crunch and a snap at the back of my mouth. I turned my hood and spit the tooth out.

Everything started to come back...

How one kind gesture turned into a bloodbath.

The man's grin slowly dissapeared, when he didn't receive a laugh or a chuckle from me. I couldn't laugh at a one hour beating then I passed out from the blood... Now I'm awake.

"So, what gives you the honour of your presence? Hm? What's a pretty girl doing here breaking my one of my most valuable customers? Do you know by any chance who could of done it?" He tossed questions at me like if he was playing stupid. My gaze travelled to the floor, I felt a tight grip on my chin.

He aggressively raised my chin, I pulled away and spat in his face. The blood mixed with a pretty decent amount of saliva slowly drizzled down his face. He wiped it off of his face in disgust. He immediately smashed me in the face with the side of his hand, my ears rang, and I growled from the pain that started to ascend throughout my cheek.

"I'm sorry, Ronin. Your. Time. Is.-"

"-Up, Samurai." Someone else was in the room, he finished his line. Samurai paused for a moment and spun his heel to behind him. His men immediately kept a close grasp next to their weapons.

"Who the fuck keeps stealing my lines?!" Samurai exclaimed with a high-pitched voice, mainly confusion. A bubbly feeling rose from my stomach to my chest. It was priceless to see this guy ticked off.

The man flicked his lighter open and lit his cigarette. The ember flashed a small, red, gleam off from his sunglasses. His shoulder length, raven black, hair, hung from the side of his face. I propped an elbow up, trying my best to raise my awkwardly sprawled form off from the side and against the small table.

"Who the fuck-" Samurai didn't even finish his sentence. Instead the back of the man's knuckle met Samurai's face. A small sprinkle of blood escaped Samurai's mouth, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was arched back and he fell over. I recognised this man, he was apart of the rebels, I believe it was some specific band. Then it clicked! The lead singer of Samurai! Johnny Silverhand!

The man's buckle boots chimed against the floorboards, he approached me. The men stood off to the side unsure what to do at this point.

"Get the fuck up, Ronin." Johnny said in disappointment. He offered his metallic hand, I took it. I immediately noticed the two men raised their weapons. I cringed at the pain in my rib-cage. It burned like an endless fire. I widened my eyes, he knew who I was? Maybe he remembered the crossfire at the concert.

"You alright?" He questioned.

"Never been better." I lied, masking the pain with a casual smile. My sensors were telling me that my rib area was damaged. If one snaps and punctures a lung, I'm done for, no question. I picked up the knife off from the ground that Samurai dropped, the handle was coated with a dry iron, the same handle he hit me with... I gripped onto it watching the other two men's moves, closely. Back to back, we watched the two with percussion.

One pointed his gun at me and was about to pull the trigger. It was like slow motion, I tossed the blade at him. The blade punctured his hand, the one he held the gun, he immediately dropped the gun and screamed out in pain. The other man decided to use his fists, he lunged at the man that was willing to get me out of this.

He lunged at the man and caught the man's fist and twisted it. To the point where a fatal snap sound was made. The man sent a kick to the man that was screaming, the kick was solid against his chest. It sent him back a few feet back.

Another guy ran through the door from the distance and grabbed onto me in a bear hug. I jabbed him in the gut trying my best to get him off of me.

He tried to kick my boot to try to get me down onto the ground, a second man came into the room and started to open fire at the black haired man. He immediately leaped behind one of the couches, the opposite one my back faced.

Samurai touched his nose with somewhat hesitation. He widened his eyes when he saw blood on his fingertips. Next he touched his cheek and cringed at the pain. Slowly he tried crawling away. The one with the blade in his hand relentlessly cradled his hand. His gaze was horrified at the sight of the blade stuck into his hand. Blue substance dripped from his hand.

'Warning 80% pain receptor failure.'

"Turn them off-" I struggled to say to the A.I.

'Catastrophic failure, would you like to continue?'

I couldn't focus on the pressure or the A.I at the same time.

I kicked off of my feet and leaned back. The man's back collided with the glass coffee table.

"Damn fucker." The man groaned in pain.

I reached for the large piece of glass, I felt the man grab a part of my jacket and pull me back. From the corner of my eye I saw the black haired man finish the man with the blade in his hand off with a spinning kick.

'Catastrophic failure, would you like to continue?' The words flashed upon my vision in red illuminating letters.

"Fine." I grumble, I rolled over onto my back and kicked the man as hard as I could in the nuts.

The man screamed, that's when I made my move.

"Cheap shot!" He screamed in a high pitched voice.

I tossed myself again and grasped onto the piece of glass, the moment I felt his grasp. I swung the piece of glass across his face. The opposite cheek of his collided with the hardwood floor.

His hand swung accidentally across my cheek. I knew I was supposed to feel that, but I didn't. My pain receptors were turned off. The black haired man just stood there his arms were crossed. He just watched how I was handling the man. Then he sighed and simply leaned down to the man that I slashed across the face. Instead he knocked him out with a final punch.

"Didn't expect you would handle things so smoothly, V. Work on your footing and balance, next time-"

"Noted, why did you show up? What's your title?"

"Silverhand, Johnny Silverhand. What did you do to mobilise his anger?" He answered with a calm voice.

"Nothing, a friend of mine asked me to find his Sister, I received a location that she was here. Truly it's a long story." I avoided telling him too much info.

"Alright, before things get out of hand we need to get out of here. This is their house. We don't have a game-plan that isn't rehearsed or polished. So, our best option is to lay low through the crowds in this club. And not to strike suspicion." Johnny explained, enough detail for the ideal idea.

"Alright-"

"Just stick close by." Johnny interrupted me. I gave him a simple nod. I picked up my jacket off of the floor and cringed when it was torn to shreds. I dropped it and turned my heel to follow Johnny.

"Fuck it." I mumbled, following him down the hallways. I picked up the pace where I wasn't far away from him, but next to him. Neon lights flashed across the hallway and the bar area. A woman leaned against the wall of the hallway, with a guy next to her that had his arm around her waist.

"Hey, it's Johnny, Johnny Silverhand...What's he doing in a place like this?" She said out loud. She clearly made it obvious that she wanted others to hear. Instead Johnny didn't respond, he kept his gaze to the ground and pulled out a pare of sunglasses. The one that fell off of his face when he was fighting those men.

"And the chick with blue hair." The women added, I bit my lip awkwardly and ignored her comments.

Loud music erupted through my ears, as we made our way to the large crowd. It was hard to focus on my thoughts. Blue and dark purple lights flashed along the place in a glorious light- show, the light streamed across people on the dance floor. We slowly made our way through the massive crowd. The dance floor was crowded to the point of suffocation as it seemed, but people still continued to have fun. Couples were making out on the dance floor as usual.

I still didn't understand why he came and helped me. Was he there when I broke that man's nose? It was unexplained.

He stopped for a moment and said loud enough for me to hear, "Stay alert, keep a close eye on the people around you. I am not allowing you to continue following me." Johnny suggested.

"And you think being outnumbered is going to handle well?"

"This isn't up for discussion, Ronin. You've already closed off your pain receptors, any more damage could be permanent." he explained. I didn't enjoy the idea of sitting or standing somewhere alone. Especially while deals and illegal operations run through here.

"Alright, but if you're not back in one-hour then this isn't up for debates, Johnny. At least give me a weapon." I agreed. The agreement made my stomach twist. This was such a bad idea, but if he managed to get me out of getting killed by the owner of the bar, then maybe he'll be alright.

"Fine." he sighs, he placed a pistol onto the counter. Then took out his wallet and took out a couple of twenties out of his wallet.

"Buy yourself something, it's gonna be a while." Johnny says, turning his back on me. As stealthy as he could he kept his gaze towards the hallway where the waitrons would go to. I could tell he knew something else was there, not just stock on drinks, but something more...

I couldn't help but to feel paranoia for both me and Johnny. I knew he could take care of himself, but to what point? And how the hell did he find me? 

"Miss Silverjynx, what a pleasure to have you at Riot." A raspy voice snapped me out of my thoughts. My eyes  met a cyborg bartender. He seemed emotionless, nice, clean, combed back hair, and a black and blue suit.

"What's something that can take my mind off the pain?" I asked. I was trying to mask the pain after my pain receptors turned back on. I focused on my breathing and didn't think about the pain even how much it bit me.

"My best recommendations would be the Neon Nightmare. One of our weekly specials." The bartender suggested.

"Sure." I agreed. The bartender set down the glass he was wiping and knelt down under the counter searching for the bottle of liquor.

He pulled out a lava-lamp bottle. I furrowed my brows, this was so strange. He popped the cap and poured a blue liquid in it. Then took out a small flask.

"I know I am not supposed to do this, but in the condition you're in I'll make an acceptation." He poured a vibrant pink liquid into the drink, then topped it off with a mini umbrella and a straw.

I stared at the drink for a moment.

What did he put in there that isn't allowed?

"What's in it?" I questioned, tapping the drink with my fingernail.

"Tequila, and health potion. Potions are only available to the Corpo's, since they are the valued customers of the Riot." The bartender whispered with a low tone, trying to explain one of the rules at the Riot.

"Oh come on, I don't think that's the best option, nor fair to the ones who might get hurt here." I explained.

"I agree with you, Miss Silverjynx. Though that's just our policies of Riot." The bartender replied. I sighed, as my gaze travelled over to my drink.

I smiled, "Thanks." I handed him the forty.

"You're welcome, Silverjynx."

"Keep the change." I commented when he was counting some change up to give back.

I took my time with the Neon Nightmare, taking tiny sips, even when it was somewhat sweet. I could feel the pain slowly relieved.My wounds slowly healed. I unfolded the bloodied bandage off my knuckle and noticed there was just very mild scaring. I closely listened carefully to my surroundings while I enjoyed my drink. I looked at my watch multiple of times. It has already been two hours.

Something was up. I sighed deeply and shifted off of my bar stool. I knew being too optimistic would lead to something wrong.

Something terribly wrong.