"Are you nervous?" her voice echoed all around him; inside him. "I'm not the one who should be nervous." He avoided her question because he was, in fact, extremely nervous as he stood in the dark alleyway, smoking and waiting. Waiting for her to slip up, finally.

Her laugh boomed out, crackling and crazy. "Your cute. Adorable even, what's your name?" Her question hung between them as he pondered if he should lie or not. If she was asking his name it meant she already knew it, she was the faceless gang leader after all. She knows everyone but no one knows her, except her gang members of course, but they are more loyal than dogs.

He decided to take a risk instead.

"I'll make a trade; my name for yours." He called out into the dark.

"I'll counter your offer; your name for your life." The second she finishes her sentence a bullet whizzes past his shoulder, barely missing him. His breath hitches as he looks into the direction it came from, only to find nothing and nobody.

"My name... is Mort." He hated his own legal name, and rarely went by it. They used to call him "Mort the Wart" in school so he told everyone his name was Blaise.

"Not Blaise?" she mused as he felt his palms go warm with sweat. How did she know that?

He took a deep breath before answering but it didn't help. "I changed my name when I was fourteen, after my mother drowned herself in the local lake. I didn't want any... reminders." His heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Maybe telling her a secret would make her trust him.

"Drowned herself?" the question eats him alive as regret grabs hold of him; he hasn't spoken about his mother for years.

"My mother was always... troubled. After my father left her, she refused to leave the house until eventually she snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to the lake after leaving a suicide note. She look the rowboat out into the middle where she drilled holes into it and laid in it until she drowned, unable to swim to save herself if she wanted. Are you happy now?" he demanded, angry now and no longer caring about catching her. He wanted to kill her.

"I'm delighted." Her voice was flat and before he could even move, a second bullet came out of nowhere; this one went straight through his heart. He dropped to the floor with a disturbing thud.

She jumped off the roof and grabbed his dead body, holding it close as she studied him. Yes, it was definitely him. Mort Bernard, the son of Alice and Claude Bernard. All three were dead now.

First, it had been Claude. She had killed him after kidnapping him on his way home from work, and dumped him into the ocean.

Then, it had been Alice. Oh, poor, sweet little Alice. She had been the toughest to kill because although her husband "leaving" had crushed her, she loved her son enough to keep her going. So she had called Alice and changed her voice on the call, telling Alice she knew where her husband was and gave her details only Alice would know.

Alice had been so happy, overjoyed as she hung up the phone with the promise to meet at the lake that night. She had held Alice at gunpoint as she forced her to write the note she would leave on the kitchen table for Alice's son to find in the morning. She had then forced Alice onto the boat, promising Alice she would not touch her son if she did exactly as she said.

It was only once the row boat was in the middle of the lake that Alice realised it had holes in it and that she would die. Alice had screamed until the lake had drowned it out.

Now, she had gotten the last one.

And as she watched Mort's body drown into the same lake she was reminded of why she set out to do this in the first place. How, years ago, her father had thrown both her and her mother into the ocean off of their boat and only she had survived. He had wanted to start over with his mistress who was expecting a son, so he had tried to bury them in water to drown them out of this world. Now after years of planning her revenge, she had been the one to bury them all in water so they could be punished like her and her mother had been.

She spits in the water where her half-brothers body had been before taking off her black mask and throwing it in after him; her life of crime was over, for now.