Learning Natasha was my mother led me to wonder if I had any other relatives I didn't know about. Obviously I had a father, but who? The only other Sheppard I know is... Oh, crap. I'm more than likely related to the former leader of ELA, James Sheppard. I shuddered. I didn't want to be related to anyone who affiliates themselves with the ELA. Guaranteed, he was dead, but still.

I looked at Hunter, who was stunned at the little bit of news I dropped on him. I smiled grimly, still shaken from Natasha's last moments alive.

As soon as Hunter had shot the nine-millimeter from Jonah's hand, I practically slid over to her body. I brushed some hair from her face, allowing her to stir just enough to deliver some very important news.

"Rai-Raiyne, it's not the t-time to tell you, b-but if I don't, yo-you'll n-never know..." I looked at her frantically.

"Wh-What, Natasha?" She brushed some hair from my face, smiling softly.

"Oh, my baby. How you've grown u-up..." Then she fell limp. I had gasped, taken aback from this news. She was always a mother figure to me, but for me to go seventeen years of my life not knowing it, yet living in the same building as her was...ground-breaking. Then to find out, moments before her death really drove it to heart. I'd never call her Mom. It was...terrifying, to say the least. Utterly, horribly terrifying. To lose one's mother right after learning she was one's mother?

I shook myself out of the thought, looking up at Hunter, who was watching me. He placed his hands on my cheeks, wiping his thumbs under my eyes, drying any tears. I inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of leather and pine needles. It soothed me slightly, leaving me determined. I stood up, taking a quick bite of my ice cream before walking to the door. I looked back at Hunter, who was busy slipping his feet into his boots. I watched him, waiting for him to get up and walk over. He did, his head tilted down towards me, kissing my forehead.

"What are you planning on doing?" He asked. I set my jaw, looking up at him, almost giving him a mischievous grin.

"Figuring out why he murdered my mother." He made a sort of 'oh' gesture with his head, and I nodded, quirking one of my eyebrows.

When we got to the prison cell where Jonah was being detained, in nothing but his shirt and a pair of pants, Hunter and I nodded to the guard, so we could be let in. As I walked in, the scent of blood hit my nose, and I gagged momentarily, turning to bury my face in Hunter's chest. I shut my eyes tightly, breathing deeply before turning back towards Jonah. I saw that he was restrained to the chair, making me happy that he couldn't get out. I stepped forward, my face expressionless. This wasn't like the interrogation that he had walked in on, where I had held a gun to his face before he persuaded me to put it down. This one was going to be much worse. Much, much worse. He was going to be begging for mercy. But I wasn't going to show it. Not at all.

I walked forward, standing right in front of him. He smiled up at me.

"How are you, my fine flower?" He asked. I snarled, kicking his chair backwards, watching him skid a couple of feet.

"Do not-I repeat, do not-call me that filthy name again, idiot," I said, placing my foot on the chair and leaning close to his face. "You understand me?" He visibly gulped, and I raised an eyebrow, causing him to nod furiously. I growled, kicking the chair over before hauling him up by the collar. "If I ever encounter you again, you will not call me that. Or else, you will not have a tongue, capisce?" He nodded furiously, and I released his collar, pulling the knife from my rear belt loop and slicing at his leg. He went down, and I scowled, lugging him upright by the collar.

"I did not say you could sit, did I, pathetic little imp?" I asked in Spanish, my anger taking control of my speech. He shook his head frantically, eyes wide. I felt Hunter's hands on my arms, trying to pull me away from Jonah. I whipped my head to the left, looking him straight in the eye. "Leave me alone, Hunter!" I shouted, and he raised his hands in surrender, backing up. I growled lightly, turning back to Jonah. "So, what do I cut off first? A finger, or a whole hand?" His eyes widened, and he seemed to be debating on whether or not to beg for him to go free. We both knew it wasn't going to happen, anyway. I grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm enough to bring his body closer to mine, to the point where I could press the knife to his fingers. I looked at them momentarily before pressing the knife to his index finger. "Let me cut off your trigger finger, eh?" He tried to clench his fingers, but I pressed my thumb into the center of his palm, allowing me to lay his hand flat.

Slicing along the bone, I easily got his finger off. He screamed in pain, falling to his knees and begging for mercy. I didn't look at him, instead snarling. "Pathetic. A grown man and you're blubbering like a baby." I cleaned the blade off, walking out of the cell. I walked a ways away, Hunter on my heels. I got to the elevator, and Hunter wrapped his arm around me. "I honestly can not believe that...argh...son of a gun believed I wouldn't do it," I stated, still in Spanish dialect. He nodded, and I shrugged his arm off of my shoulders, stepping inside the elevator. Hunter stepped inside also, and I looked at him.

"Rai, calm down," he stated. I looked at him sharply.

"My mother just died, and all because of that...that scum! And you are asking me to calm down?" I asked, still worked up.

"Raiyne!" He yelled, and I snapped my eyes up to his face. "I know Jonah just killed your mom, but I've been fighting him longer. I've been fighting him over you. But you cutting his finger off because he shot your mother? That was a little drastic." I growled, glaring at him.

"It was called for, believe me. I hadn't even known she was my mother before he shot her. I had to learn on her dying breaths, Hunter! Dying breaths!" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You know what? I'm going to let you calm down. Come back when you're calm," he said, stepping out into the hallway and walking to his room. I shook my head, walking to my room and slamming the door. I inhaled deeply, peeling my tank top off and changing into a thin shirt, getting ready for bed.