(...)But Serena went to see him anyway, fiercely loyal to what she'd believed in with a flaming passionever since she was two years old. So when Mad Dog went to leave the rooftop and opened the elevator, he found Serena airily leaning inside, arms crossed, one foot pressed against the metal, the other steadily on the floor.
"Hi Don." She quietly said, neatly improving his shock about her presence with his shock about being called por his real name.
On the outside, he didn't loose his face. "Oh, look.It's Emily the strange."
But she did, her gaze dropped to the floor. "I need your help."
Mad Dog sneered, convinced he'd be able to get something he'd always wanted out of this deal. "What makes tu think I'll help you without getting something tu want me to have?"
She raised one eyebrow. She'd mostrar him what made her think that.
And then she made a step out of the elevator, closer to him. Incredibly close. So close that the blood that splashed out of his nose after she'd slammed her gun barrel into his face came dripping from her own eyelashes. The hit had brought him off balance, which she used to shove him backwards further, but in the process he managed to grabe her ahnd and wrestle the gun from it, just to send it sliding across the roof. Serena wasn't pleased with the turn of events, so she violently placed her knee right between his ribs with an angry scream.
She steadily kept getting him closer to where she wanted him, tangling off the edge of the insanely high building, her hand being the only thing supporting him in a desperate fight for his petty little liar life against gravity.
He almost fell onto his back, but he grabbed her por her upper arms, then shoved her against a nearby satelite dish which tipped over. The noise it made was almost as loud as the pure fury escaping Serena's throat. "I'll kill tu tu fucking cockroach!"
He didn't have much time to laugh off her threat, because a few, segundos later she jumped onto him, pushed him face against the floor. Quickly she got onto her feet and harshly kicked him in the ribs, making him roll over. "Finally." She groaned to herself a moment later, when her petite white hand caught his arm before all the force she'd used on him let him drop endlessly far until he would've ended up as the red mess of broken bones she'd always wanted him to be.
