"I'm not an idiot. Do I look like I'm mental?" She interrogated, feeling quite dazed. Though now that she thought of it, she didn't seem do sane at the moment. "If I blew even louder, I could possibly have you go deaf. If I changed the mechanics, maybe even stop your heart." Thought would stop here, too.

Kat: "quit threatening me and let me help. i am a good person. i plan to marry a kidnapper for Pete's sake!" now who was the mental one.

Kidnapper? Something stirred in the back of her unsteady mind. Five, was it six years ago... Something... But it wouldn't come to her. "I killed my father just because of computers." That day she had been sitting and staring at the bright computer screen for hours on end. Her father had been in quite am aggressive mood and seeing Kirstin like that just blew him off. Kirstin had well...best not to say. "I'm telling you, the guy I'm talking about isn't to be known."

Kat: her eyes are rock hard, she always got her way, one way or another. " there is good in every one you just have to know how to find it and where to look. now please let me help him...."

Dawn slipped into the forest and returned to the hospital.

Yasa: "please get away i dont want to hurt you...." i say trying to fight the urge to kill or hurt the doctor.

Actually, what effing difference would it make if she told this girl anyways? Sooner or later, Kirstin would die, too. Telling her would just give her a ticket to a painful death. "This is your free ticket to death, idiot." She muttered. "He's in Australia, a leader of an organization called Seige. He's planning to dominate the world. I know, I know. Stupid idea, old, predictable, and blah. But the way he's gonna do it..."

Lori: Uninterested, Lori sighed and rolled her eyes, running after the weird girl who insisted she knew Lori. As she sprinted back to the hospital, she saw a black and crouched figure with strange cyan eyes. No esoteric, it was Kage! "Kage, here boy, c'mon!" She yelled, whistling.

Kat: she pulls out her knife and puts it to the girls neck. "how do you know of that group!?"

"You know them?" She calmly asked. "My family has quite a history with them. Natural that I know, and that I work for them." Not that she wanted to.