Her eyes sleepily opened. A little tiny bit at a time as she got used to the light coming from the window. A small sigh escaped her lips as she shook her head. Her head pounding as if she had drank all night, "Did I drink?" she wondered. She couldn't remember much past dinner but she was sure that if she had plans to go out that she would remember.

Slowly she started to take stock of her limbs. Her fingers moved but her arms still felt a bit heavy. Her toes wiggled but she couldn't find the energy to move just yet. Instead, she laid back and stared at the ceiling. Slowly, she drew in her breath and held it. Listening to everything around her, listening for any clue that anyone was in the room with her. Once she sensed that there was no one, she let the breath go and started to sit up.

Her head throbbed. At first it started to feel like a hang over headache but when she reached up to touch her forehead, her fingers came away with blood. Grinding her teeth together, she pressed the cut to get an idea of how bad it was. Pushing in caused more blood and her head to increase its throbbing. "Definitely not from drinking," she mused to herself. Drawing her legs over the edge of the bed, she stiffly moved down. Nearly dropping to the ground as her feet connected with the floor, she used her arms to keep her upright.

"What the fuck?" Shayna swore. A little too late she realized that it was out loud and in came a couple of people.

Shayna did not recognize any of these people. The one who seemed to be in charge was a middle aged woman, a few inches taller than herself and fairly slender. She was pretty enough to look at, but the men around her seemed far too ugly and scarred for there to be anything other than mere boss to employee status with any of them.

Tilting her head slightly to the left, Shayna remarked casually upon their appearance.

"I didn't realize I was scheduled for a meeting today. Perhaps another time?"

There was no mistake about the sarcasm in her tone. Shayna could see the amusement in the other woman's eyes as she took in what appeared to be the state of Shayna. The other woman suspected that the drugs had not entirely worn off yet, but was sure that by now Shayna should be able to stand. However, it did not look like it. Had she mistaken Shayna?

"Brave, young girl. You can't seem to stand and yet you dictate what I should do? I knew you were clever but foolish?" The older woman had folded her hands behind her back and started to walk towards Shayna. Her guards started to follow but she held up her hand to halt them.

"I was right," thought Shayna to herself. The woman is the one in charge. Keeping herself bent over was a task and a half but she did not want to give away her current strength. She did not know what these people wanted with her... yet. It would be wiser to wait and see where things were headed.

"I mean most people that see me, do so with an appointment. They don't usually take me hostage when they seek out my particular..." She trailed off briefly. Licking her lips as if trying to remember the right word or phrase she was looking for. Giving the impression of a foggy memory. "Skill set, shall we say? So.. Mrs... Oh sorry I don't know your name, what is it?" Brushing her hand in the air, she chuckled. "Oh never mind, hardly seems important now, does it? What can I do for you?"

Resting on her elbows, she allowed the woman to approach her. The older being more cautious but still coming in close before stopping just out of arm's reach.

"Well dear, you seem to be working in my area, so you've been brought here so I can formally issue you a warning to cease your work, or end up buried where no one will find you. I have no intentions on keeping you. In fact, once I leave this room, you are free to leave. If I catch wind of your work, I will see you out. Remember that."

The older woman turned and left the room. Shayna stood up, and slowly looked around. The room was pretty nice, but she did not wish to stay here any longer than was necessary. A plan already formulating in her mind as she found her way out of a very large building. A warehouse by the looks of it, even though she watched over her shoulder Shayna arrived home.

Heading straight for the bathroom, she stitched the cut on her head up and bandaged it. Stretching out her limbs, she ran a hot shower and jumped in. Then she donned her black outfit, the one that easily helped her blend into the shadows. Slipping her gun into her holster that she kept for it under the jacket, and a few knives in places she could easily get to them if she needed to. Once set, she headed back to the building she had been in. Now it was pitch black, and once she was outside the building she lit a smoke and tapped her foot.

Not more than five minutes later a few of the faces she had seen earlier stepped towards her. None of them had been the woman though, so she smiled politely and looked them dead in the eye.

"Ah, pleasure to see you are all in the land of the living this evening. Might I have a word with your master? I have no time for pawns." Faking a yawn, she waited to see what they would do.

Brutus and Goliath, as Shayna aptly nicknamed the pair started coming towards her. She held her ground and shook her head.

"As I said, not interested in the pawns, just the master." No sooner had the words left her mouth that she slid the blade from her sleeve and slit their throats. By that time, they had reached her but they were not quick enough for her. "A gun to a knife fight? Idiots."

Stepping back from the bodies in hopes that she would not stain her new heels, she looked up towards the building. The woman was heading directly towards her. Walking as if they were old friends meeting for dinner just outside the restaurant. Her eyes never left Shayna's and her face held a hint of fear. Shayna doubted she would show much of that though.

"Shayna, I see you have made your decision so soon. To what do I owe the pleasure of this late visit?" The woman looked Shayna in the eyes, stopping suddenly.

"Well why don't I show you myself?" Shayna didn't miss a beat, and was suddenly behind the woman. Even though she was shorter, the heels had helped boost her so she was about shoulder height. Her arm wrapped around the woman's shoulder, holding her firmly in place as her teeth sunk into the woman's neck. Not a lover's bite, but savage, fierce and very bloody. In minutes she had the jugular vein ripped out. Dropping the body to the ground, she wiped the blood from her lips and smiled.

"That is why they call me the Savage Queen."

Whether anyone had heard her, she was not sure, but Shayna merely turned and walked away.

Into the night.

Into the shadows.