I flip around, creating my sword. Pitch black hilt with sound steel. "Ash?" Jason's voice holds disbelief.

"May I?" I look over at Angel.

"Yes. Do it slowly, I want to enjoy this." She grins. I smile, darting forward. I slash at them.

"This is for hell you put me through!" I snap. I swing again barely missing them.

"Ash! Stop!" I hear Freedom. I growl lowly turning to her.

"No, I want to watch you endure the pain of my death. It's good to know I'm killing someone who always hated me in the beginning."

"Ash, I told you. I never hated you."

"Lies!" I spat, swinging at her. "My hell is over, yours starts now."