SCARLETT RAYNE

Scarlett Rayne Sengir had fallen numb. After everything that transpired, although over the course of a decade, seemed as if things happened faster than she could account her. Now, the closest people to her over almost a lifetime had, one by one, been targeted and assassinated.

What hurt the worst though, was her husband Jared, had been called a suicide when she knew he would never. The reports said he had tried to hang himself but fell from the makeshift bed-sheet to the concrete face first. It was too convenient and Scarlett and He had made a packed that as long as their son was alive, they would never end things that way.

She figured, it would just a be a matter of time before Danny Starr's hitters would come for her too.

"Miss. Rayne." A deep familiar voice speaks to her beyond the bar cells. When she looks up, she is, on first glance, confused- but as the prison guard quickly unlocked her cell door and allows it to slide open, her clarity sharpens.

"You! What are you doing here?! What do you want?!" Scarlett is startled by his appearance.

The guard all but makes himself scarce as the dark presence of a man enters.

"You know why I'm here." Baphomet says, "You've surely been made aware of the others."

"So this is it then? This is my time? Unless you have something else on your agenda for me..." Suggests Scarlett.

"Do you remember when you first joined 'The Legacy'?" The Baphomet disregards her questions, savoring this reunion.

"Yes, when I first reunited with my father and met my brother. That seems almost like a lifetime ago now..." She answers.

"I find that time doesn't really exist when I think back to when Dermot first told me of your brother's... talents." Baphomet reminisces, "And how easy it would have been to just get what we wanted from you, only, you weren't as gifted. A shame."

"Yes, the Left Hand has always wanted a piece of the Rayne family bloodline, too bad the Left Hand has to resort to kidnapping and abduction and other means to get what the Legacy has." Scarlett scoffs.

Baphomet nearly laughs at the thought. "Yes, the ever so righteous hypocrisy of your sect and it's delusional point of view. Look at what has happened to your order. Allowing an outsider to infiltrate and all but obliterate your order in the matter of 14 years. Now, you are here under the thumb of man's judgment... and I'm free to leave, but this is how the Legacy ends. It was always inevitable, wasn't it Mrs. Sengir?"

"The Legacy has endured through the ages, and through past deception. I'd expect no different this time." Scarlett says, "As you know, our order is not just the San Francisco House, there will be another to take up the mantle."

"And they too will fall." Baphomet promises sternly, before returning to a more lighthearted manner, "Mrs. Sengir, I had originally came here to avenge Dermot and freeing your soul from this... struggle we have shared but, instead, I will free you from this cage..."

"Why would you set free a member of your sworn enemy? What, does the Left Hand have another secret plot to abduct me to get to my son?" Scarlett ponders, "Surely, there has got to be some sort of catch."

"There's always a catch, Scarlett." Baphomet says, "But I don't need you to understand my methods... as you know, the truth always reaches the light."

Baphomet reaches down and puts his left hand around the back of her head and for a moment, considers doing to her as he had done to the others, but instead plays with a strand of her brown hair.

"But I'm here on behalf of the dark." Baphomet reminds her, "And the dark may seem gone when the light is shining... but it's still there; it'll always be there... waiting for the light to dim."

Baphomet turns from her and makes his exit. As the sound of his foot steps diminish she watches the open, unguarded door to her cell remain that way. After a few moments of building up her fortitude, she stands up and simply walks out, free to go.