Since Alexandra stepped off the plane back home, she felt like she was being watched. Leaving the terminal, she pulled up the hood on her jacket. Walking to the parking lot, she saw her motorcycle waiting there. Smiling brightly, it would be wonderful to feel that power again. She walked around it, slowly sliding her hand over the leather seat and cold steel of the tank. She knew what sat in the locked saddlebags on either side. Veritas and Aquitas, her twin pistols. Should she ever need them, they were with her. Even now, Alexandra still felt eyes on her, this wasn't the watchful gaze of a friend, more a I want to possess you feel to it. She kept her hood up while she reached into the saddle bags placing her guns back on her person. Hey, better safe than sorry right?

Swinging her leg over her bike, straddling it, she kicks the starter and feels it rumble to life underneath her. She closes her eyes, remembering how this felt. The wind blowing in her hair, the freedom of the highway. There was just something about it that made everything, well.. fade away. It was wonderful and quiet, and she was free. She didn't feel the tight noose around her neck. She felt as she had years ago, hell months ago. She was free to simply be. She had sent her son Thomas to his father, and Ashlynn was staying with her aunt and uncle. Alexandra was heading to her loft as soon as she could. Something was off, and with the feeling of being followed, it wasn't smart to go to the Village. That would give away Eli's residence.



About twenty moments later she was driving down the familiar streets of her home. She knew her opponents took one look at her and automatically thought she was weak, that just wasn't the case. Then there was the constant visions, the flash of images, she would see periodically from her encounter with the chest in David's room. Alexandra finally arrived at her loft apartment in the nice part of town. Walking up, she smiled weakly. Pulling out her keys, she turned the lock and half expected to see Radio and Micah on the couch, jumping apart like two teenagers. Only there was nothing but silence. She checked the rooms, they were empty. It was just her again. Good.. if someone was to be following her, the less people here, less likely people are to getting hurt.

She unlocked the door to her private bed room, smiling softly as she saw nothing was out of place. It was just as she had left it. After some rest, she would fly out to the next show. After all, she had the big Lethal Lottery match, couldn't let her team down now could she? Barney Green's team would suffer as she did. The Fallen would show them the meaning of Hell. Alexandra landed on the bed and soon drifted off to sleep, the nightmarish visions plagued her once again, causing her to toss and turn.

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