H A I R C O L O R : Dark brown/black (dyed); blonde (natural)
H E I G H T : 5'
W E I G H T : 137lbs.
D I S T G U I S H I N G F E A T U R E S : Scars - left side of chest (from collar bone over swell of breast), left arm (defensive scars on forearm), and left hand (defensive scars) caused by knife.
* Ability : Static Shock - a current of electricity runs over her body, shocking anyone who touches her bare skin. This is usually nothing more than a very mild shock, however the intensity can be changed depending on her mood. * Ability : Electrical Interference - electrical devices malfunction around her when she wants them to, or when her emotions get away from her and strip her concentration. * Ability : Lightning Rod - one of the drawbacks to her abilities is that lightning is often drawn to her. * Ability : Emotional Control - strong emotions such as anger, fear and grief can cause her abilities to run amok, so is it any wonder that she has tried to learn to control her emotional responses to keep those around her safe? * Ability : Electroreception - ability to sense the bioelectric fields generated by living things. There is also a small chance of influencing these fields to return the body to its natural rhythm. (Unpredictable, as yet uncontrollable.) * Ability : Projection - sending arcs of lightning away from herself. (in the process of learning)
W E A P O N S C A R R I E D : Throwing Knives w/ Wrist Sheath - 4 3/4" Overall Length, custom sheath. One for each wrist, 3 to each sheath, 12 replacement knives.
W E A P O N S O W N E D : Glock 17 9mm, Cold Steel Kukri Machete, Orchid Katana Sword w/ Hidden Tanto
A C C E S S O R I E S : Half-finger leather gloves, Full motorcycle gloves, Driving glasses [brown tint for daylight hours], Driving glasses [yellow tint for night hours], 20 piece stainless steel lock pick set, wallet (ID, cash, credit card, business cards), keys (motorcycles, home, sister's house), cell phone.
H O M E : 2 bedroom/1 bath apartment in Manhattan, NY; converted warehouse in New Orleans, LA
O C C U P A T I O N : Security consultant (legal); thief (illegal)
E X T R A D E T A I L S : Kawasaki Ninja 650 [black], 2001 Ducati 900 SuperSport [black]
B I R T H P L A C E : Pine Haven, Wyoming
F A M I L Y: Chloe Savage-Rossini (twin sister), Lucian Rossini (brother-in-law), Serena Rossini (niece)
H I S T O R Y : 1981, Wednesday, May 28th I was born at 9:23pm, just two minutes before my twin sister, Chloe. Our parents, Julian and Maria, were delighted to have two healthy baby girls and showered us with all the toys and clothes we could ever want. Oh, they were rich, so it was no hardship. Chloe and I were nearly inseperable, even at only a few hours old. If one of us was too far away from the other's crib we'd set up such a fuss. Well, I guess Mom and Dad were telling the truth when they told these ridiculous stories about us. I wouldn't know, naturally. As we grew, it was easier to tell us apart. Chloe was the good twin, whereas I was the troublemaker. Oh, I didn't do anything too horrible, just silly little pranks. Mostly, I was the more active of the two of us. As members of 'high society' we had plenty of chances to pursue things that interested us. Horseback riding, archery, fencing.. I liked physical activities. They gave me a measure of calm that I had never achieved at music lessons. Music was Chloe's area of expertise. Like I said, we were perfectly healthy, normal children of rich parents. What could possibly go wrong, right?
January 7, 1996, Age 15 "Mike's staring at you again, Katey." "Oh, shut up, Chloe." "No, really, he is. Uh-oh. He's coming this way."
Puberty hits every girl, I suppose, but I really wish it hadn't hit us quite so hard. All it took was one summer for the way we looked to change. Would it be such a bad thing to be flat-chested? Breasts made it so much harder to correctly use a bow and I had to skip an archery tournament until I could retrain my body. I don't see how other girls can be so happy about puberty. Mostly, I was just grumpy. The boys that had been my friends and competitors started acting differently. At first things were fine since they all chased after Chloe. Sure, it was kind of gross seeing some of my best friends act like that toward my sister, but she seemed to glow under the attention. I would never take that away from her, though I did warn all of them not to hurt her or they'd have me to deal with. But I got used to that puberty thing and life went on. Mom and Dad still showered us with love and trinkets.. especially Dad since he was out of town a lot for business meetings. I took up fencing, joining the school's team, and quickly became one of the best they had. That was how I met Michael Schaffer. Apparently, he'd never been beaten since he'd become team captain, and certainly not by a girl. It became a daily thing for him to challenge me to a match and I just figured he was testing me as a possible replacement for him. After all, he was a junior. One more year and he'd be gone. Chloe informed me that I was an idiot when I muttered about things like that, but I never understood what she meant until after that day..
"Hey, Kate. Chloe." "Hey Mike. Oh! I just remembered Ms. Fansher wanted to see me before class. I'll meet you at the car after school, Katey." "Chloe, don't--. Oh well. So what's up Mike?" "Well, I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight." "Not that I know of.." "Great! I mean, uhm, would you mind going with me to the stables then?" "I guess I could. Why?" "I'll show you when we get there."
Yeah, Chloe had it right. I was an idiot. Not for being blind to the fact that he was interested in more than just my fencing prowess, but for ever agreeing to go with him to the stables that night. That night Mike picked me up at five and we headed toward the stables, but turned off on a side road before we'd gotten there. Okay, so I'd thought he knew of a short-cut. Honestly, was I supposed to suspect someone of nefarious intentions just because he took a side road? I know, I know. I should have said something, but Mike just didn't seem like that kind of person to me. Anyway, he drove out to one of the empty fields and parked amid about a dozen other cars before turning to grin at me. Apparently, we were going to a party instead of the stables. Okay, I could handle that. No big deal, right? Wrong. Boys, pretty girls, alcohol, and no parents to know exactly where their teenagers were. Obviously a bad mix, but I figured I was in no danger. I mean, I went to school with these people. It was pushing nine when people started drifting off, back toward their cars. After a few minutes, Mike suggested we do the same and I was all for it. My eager response was probably what drove him to his next acts.. He wanted me, I so didn't want him. He tried to force the issue and I fought him. That's when he pulled the knife. Now, this might have made anyone else more cooperative, but he'd really pissed me off. I didn't even feel it the first few times he cut me, just kept right on fighting. Something snapped inside me that night. I could feel it like a door being torn off its hinges. Mike started to shake and the knife fell out of his hand. When I shoved him off me, he fell out of the open driver's side door and I could see that his hair was smoking. I didn't even stop to think before I took his car and drove home at almost double the speed limit. There went my perfectly normal little world. When I got home, Chloe was waiting for me, expecting to hear that I'd finally caved and had a 'girly moment'. I can still remember the look on her face when she saw me.. that was the only time I've ever seen her look like she wanted to commit some violent act. Well, needless to say, it was a shock when my family tried to touch me. Quite literally. Chloe finally took over when it became obvious that Mom and Dad's fear and anger were just making things worse. I'll always owe Chloe for the way she took care of me that night, my calm in the middle of a storm. It was a miracle that no one at the hospital was seriously hurt before they figured out what was going on with me. It was Dr. Sinclair that finally made the connection and found a way to work around my shocking problem. Rubber gloves were given to Chloe so that she could hold my good hand and calm me down, eventually soothing me enough that the shock and blood loss caught up with me. They stitched me up and brought in another bed so that Chloe could sleep beside me the entire night. In the morning the police were waiting for me to give a statement. So I told them everything that I could remember, including where we had been and who else was there. They started to question me about how I had gotten away from Mike and the lights started flickering, the monitors I was hooked up to went haywire, and Dr. Sinclair demanded that the nice officers leave his patient to rest. I'm not sure how they explained my strange new ability, but the officers didn't come back to ask me questions. I would almost have prefered that they did. No, they came back briefly only to tell me that Michael Schaffer was dead. He'd been electrocuted. I had electrocuted him. I had killed him. Nothing puts a damper on your happy family life like having a killer for a daughter, let me tell you. The only ones who didn't blame me were Chloe and Dr. Sinclair. They just worried about how they were going to help me get a handle on this ability of mine.
June 2, 1999, Graduation Day "Don't think about it. Just walk across and take the diploma, pretend to shake hands with her like you've been practicing. Everything will be fine." "You'll be waiting for me on the other side, right?" "I promise. I'll be right there where you can see me the whole time. Now concentrate."
For three years I had adamantly refused to step foot on campus. Anytime they tried to trick me into going back to that school I'd get so upset that the car often died. Hey, don't look at me, I don't completely understand how that worked either. Dr. Sinclair tried to explain it as me interfering with the electrical aspects, but it was all really big words and boring. Now, if he'd been talking about my motorcycle instead of that hulking black monstrosity, I might have listened. Anyway, so they couldn't get me to go back to school. Eventually, Chloe came up with a plan so that I wouldn't have to. She and I had the same classes, just not together, so why didn't she tutor me? It was actually quite brilliant until we found out that I would still have to go on campus to graduate. It wasn't that I was afraid of hurting people, I had worked hard to control most of that. Judo had helped to center me so that I could control it. See? I told you that physical things always made me feel better. It was the fact that everyone at school believed I was a murderer. Oh, they'd heard about what happened to me, but it had mostly been from Mike's parents. No one thought to question Chloe about it, so they had no idea exactly how badly I'd been hurt. Words like 'freak' and 'killer' were their favorite taunts. Chloe and I went to the principal to talk about graduation, me sitting as far from the woman as I could so that I didn't hurt her by accident. It was strange that she didn't seem to care about the fact that I was so different from her other charges. At first, nothing we said could convince her that she shouldn't treat me like one of the others, but after a test handshake, she took us more seriously. She looked hilarious with her hair sticking up like that. So every afternoon we would practice our fake handshake. As we arrived for the ceremony, Chloe was working to cover my scars with makeup. Of course, people who had known me my entire life got to gawk at the damage one of their own had done. It surprised me when Chloe's friends came up and included me in their conversation as if nothing had ever happened. They encircled me, keeping those with sneering looks from getting anywhere near me. I can only suppose it was my sister's idea to protect me and keep me from hurting anyone else. She knew how much I despised myself for killing someone, whether it was self-defense or not. An hour later and I was free. I'd never have to walk on that campus again. You'd think that I'd had my quota of bad experiences by then, but the fates had it in for me. Mom and Dad took us out to eat at one of their favorite restaurants, a place where we always had a reserved booth waiting for us. Just another one of those high society perks, I guess. A thunderstorm had blown up while we ate and we were standing under the awning as we waited for the valet to bring the car around. None of us thought anything about the lightning, which was probably why they didn't stop me from hurrying around to the far side of the car. I remember hitting the open door, the air whooshing out of my lungs as I hit the door handle. My head was ringing and I could feel the electricity running over my skin, but I couldn't speak. Couldn't stop my parents from touching me. You can't imagine what it's like to see your parents fall at your feet like that. Once again Chloe was an angel. Mom and Dad survived, but I was breaking apart in little pieces. I'd almost killed my parents, two of the three people who meant more to me than life itself. They tried to comfort me, telling me that now we knew about the lightning attraction. Yeah, that's what it had been. I was like a moving lightning rod, attracting the strikes. My sensei noticed my deteriorating mental state. How could he not since he had worked so hard to help me with my control? So they hatched a plan behind my back. Not that I was likely to argue if it would keep everyone from being hurt, but it still stung a little.
October 13, 2003, The Phone Call "Hello? Chloe? Yes, she's here. What's wrong?" "Glen? Sensei? What is it? What's happened to Chloe?!" Silence. Phone changed hands. "Chloe? Sis, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Did Luc hurt you?" "Katey, I need you to come home. It's.. it's Mom and Dad, Kate. There's been an accident."
I went to live with my sensei, Glen, and his wife Rosa. We thought it would be a temporary arrangement, just until I'd found my center and learned more control over this curse. It turned into an extended stay. It was quiet, calm, in their home. Where my family might have made a big production over appliances going haywire, Rosa would just laugh it off and send me out to work with Glen. It was okay to be myself with them, even if being me made the toaster smoke or the light bulbs explode. I kept in constant contact with my family and Chloe would visit every weekend.. well, she did until she met Lucian. She met him at college, one of us 'privileged' folks. He was here from Italy since his father's business had brought him to the states for an extended time. Anyway, I can't say that Lucian's intrusion endeared him to me. As a matter of fact, he reminded me too much of Mike. But, he made Chloe happy and it seemed the least I could do was be civil to him for her sake. I really did try my best to keep from shocking him, but I can't be held entirely responsible for his first encounter with my abilities. If he hadn't snuck up behind me to give me a hug, he might never have gotten hurt. It was an instinctive reaction, honest. Of course, it probably didn't help when I started laughing afterward.. but who wouldn't when you see a man knocked on his ass two feet away with his hair sticking up all over the place? After that, there was no making nice with him. He took to taunting me with the nickname of Sparky. I have patience, a fair amount of it hard-won through meditation and relaxation techniques, but I am not a saint. There is only so much I'm willing to take, even for my sister. The more he taunted, the more excuses I came up with to give him a shock. Oh, we'd try to make nice in front of Chloe, but it was a lost cause. I continued to live with Glen and Rosa, taking comfort in their calm and happy life. Mom and Dad called every week to make sure I was all right and didn't need anything. It was actually a great arrangement if I could just get around having to see Lucian every time Chloe came to visit. At least I wasn't the only one who didn't appreciate Luc's taunting. Glen had taken him outside after the first time he heard that hated nickname. Luc never called me that again in Glen's presence and I have yet to figure out exactly what my sensei said. The fates really had it in for me, I guess. One night during dinner Chloe called in tears. At first I thought that she and Luc had a fight or maybe Luc had dumped her. It wouldn't have surprised me much if he'd done something like that. But no, it had nothing to do with Luc. In fact as she talked to me, he was on his way to pick me up. There'd been a car accident. Mom and Dad were in the hospital and things didn't look good. What control I had gained through my years of practice was lost after a single sentence. Glen and Rosa knew it was bad when all the appliances and the lights went wonky. Apparently, I even melted their phone where I was gripping it. Luc arrived not long after and I still hadn't calmed enough for anyone to touch me. It was the worry that I would cause the car to die, thus keeping me away from my sister, that finally penetrated my shock. Dad died while we were en-route to the hospital due to his injuries. Mom hung on until she could see both of her baby girls before she slipped away. It was impossible to stay in the hospital with the grief crushing me. I was on the verge of losing it which couldn't be healthy for the other patients who depended on all those machines to keep them going. Chloe understood, but she was in just as much pain. Luc was actually torn between who he should comfort, but when the air crackled around me he decided on Chloe. Probably the smartest move he'd ever made in my company. I went home. Not to Glen and Rosa, but my real home. Cutting through fields, other yards, bypassing those ridiculous alarm systems on the massive front gates. At the time, I was too hurt to understand what that could mean for me. It was after I'd slept that I could remember, think, and begin to plan for my future. Mom and Dad were gone, never coming back. Chloe had Lucian to care for her. What was I going to do with the rest of my life? While Chloe handled making the arrangements for the funeral, I was busy tracking down Dr. Sinclair. Why the man had to go and retire without leaving a trail behind him was beyond my understanding. He knew more about my abilities than I did, I was sure of that. The question was, what did he know and how had he come by this knowledge? It took a week to finally locate him, and when I did, it was something of a surprise to learn he was working at a paranormal research facility. I mean, it didn't seem to fit what little I knew of him. Still, now that I'd found him, I could move on with my plan. Unfortunately, there was still the unpleasant business of a wake and funeral to go through. At least the caskets were closed so that we couldn't see the ruin of Mom's beautiful face. I don't think there was any amount of makeup that would have made that look good for the mourners. From what I'd heard, Dad had looked worse than even Mom. There were the sympathetic faces and words, the silently pleased fellow businessmen.. well, you can imagine how it must have gone. I've suppressed the majority of those few days. The way I saw it, why should a funeral matter so much now? It wasn't like Mom and Dad cared where they were. I had already said my goodbyes as their bodies were cooling in the hospital. But I went, listened to the drone of the priest who presided over the dark event, standing by Chloe and Luc in the awful black dress. Two days later, Lucian cornered me in the library as I was packing up a few of my parents' things to take with me.
"What are you going to do now? Go back to the Webbers'?" "No. I'm going to go find Dr. Sinclair. He liked Mom and Dad and I think someone should tell him that they're gone. Besides, he knows more about my.. curse.. than I do." "Ah. So you'll be leaving soon then." "Tomorrow. You'll explain to Chloe when I'm gone?" "You're not going to tell her yourself?" "You sound surprised. Is there a reason I should tell her when you can do the job for me?" "Let me get this right. You're leaving for God-knows-where, right after your parents' funeral, you don't know when you'll come back --" "If. I don't know if I'll come back.." "-- if you'll come back, then. And you're going to make me explain it to her?" "That about sums it up." "Fine. I want to ask you a question first." "I'm listening." "With your parents gone.. will you give me your blessing to ask Chloe to marry me?"
I had suspected something like that was coming, but it still surprised me that he would bother to ask for my blessing. I mean, we could hardly stand each other. In fact, I think only my parents' deaths had given us a reason to speak so kindly to one another. But Chloe loved him and I could see that he loved her. What other answer could I give him? I said yes, but only if this meant Lucian would take Chloe away from here. He'd already planned on taking her back to his home, to Rome so that she would not be surrounded by the memories. It was almost enough to make me like him again.. until he made a Sparky comment. So, I called Glen and Rosa, thanking them for everything they had done for me. The things at their house would be sent to Chloe until I had decided on a permanent residence. They sincerely hoped that I would find what I was looking for and I could only hope the same thing.
April 19, 2008, Rome, Italy "Kaitlyn! I missed you so much! You dyed your hair?" "Hey, sis, I missed you too." "Oh, I'm so glad you'll be nearby again. We have so much to catch up on."
It wasn't as hard to find Dr. Sinclair once I'd put my mind to it. The unfortunate thing was that no matter how many times I approached the facility and asked to see him there was always the quick denial that anyone by that name worked there. I'd seen him entering and leaving the building, but could never get close enough to speak to him before the guards escorted me off the premises. Really, what was going on? Well, there was only one way to find out. It came naturally, breaking into the facility. The alarms were dealt with easily thanks to my ability. It wasn't so easy to pick a lock, nothing like in the movies. Eventually, I managed to get into the offices to search for answers. Everything I found hinted at something beyond what was shown to the public, but I could never dig deep enough to find out what that was. Frustrated, I decided to wait for Dr. Sinclair in his office, no matter what might happen. After all, if they sent guards in to remove me, I could just shock them. Why hadn't I thought to do that before? Oh, right, I hadn't been nearly as frustrated then. To say Dr. Sinclair was surprised to find me sitting behind his desk, going through his drawers, was a given. Even more surprising to him was the fact that I didn't seem at all guilty about it. When he would have turned and left, all I had to do was show him the pistol I'd found in one of his drawers. That had intrigued me. What did a doctor need with a gun? Well, I got my answers. I was shocked. The facility was a military operation. Everyone who entered the facility had extra abilities, something to make them unique and, eventually, dangerous to the U.S.'s enemies. It all made perfect sense, but none of that mattered to me. The good doctor wouldn't lie to me when I had the gun aimed steadily at his chest. The doctor seemed to believe what he was doing here was for the good of the nation. Blah, blah, etcetera etcetera. Not that I believed they would have told him the absolute truth anyway. I mean, since when did the military come clean about everything, even to their own employees? But the subject changed rapidly into how I was able to get into his office without being detected. I told him everything about that. His eyes brightened and I was positive that I no longer needed the gun to keep him from bolting out of the room. This new use of my ability had given him an idea. I can't say I loathed the idea of honing my abilities. No, I rather liked that idea. It bothered me for a while that they wanted to use me as their personal thief, but that, too, quickly faded. The information I stole would be used to keep more people safe. Just because the U.S. would blackmail other countries didn't make what I was doing wrong. So, I spent three years at the facility with no outside contact. These new skills made me a hot commodity, but there were those who were jealous. I suppose I shouldn't have been when they hauled me off as a 'danger to the nation'. I knew too much, might be easily persuaded to act as a double agent. What the hell did they know? But, Dr. Sinclair couldn't save me from this without endangering himself. I had to save myself. So I did. I'm honestly surprised it was so easy to escape. They really should have taken better care, but I'm glad they didn't. I would never be completely free unless I did some blackmailing of my own, so I made copies of the files on the main computers. Then I left, setting the alarms off behind me. That would keep them busy until I got to a pay phone. It hardly seemed possible that my hastily formed plan would work so well, but with the evidence I had against the facility they agreed to my terms. They would leave me alone as long as the files in my possession remained secret. They would not contact me, would not keep tabs on me, and would not harm my sister. I would keep the files as insurance, but never use them. Half of what I had taken didn't make sense to me anyway, so of what use was it? Oh, I'm sure other countries would have loved to have the information, but I had made a deal to save my life and keep Chloe out of it. I wouldn't go back on it. It took a few months to find out what had happened while I was on the inside. Luc had asked Chloe to marry him and they had moved to Rome. Not surprising. What did surprise me was that Chloe hadn't sold the house before she left. In fact, there were letters waiting for me there, all of them worried about me. She hoped that I was all right and would contact her, but after three years of silence she'd given that up. I sighed as I packed every letter into a small suitcase, deciding that now was the time to call her. She'd written the number in several of the letters and I selected the most recent to be sure I would get her.
"Rossini residence." "Yes, I'm calling to speak to Chloe Sav.. er, Rossini." "May I ask who is calling and what this pertains to?" Stupid, stuffy butler-type. "This is Kaitlyn Savage and it's really none of your business what this pertains to, is it?" "I.. I beg your pardon, signorina. One moment, per favore." "Kaitlyn?" "It's good to hear your voice." "Katey! It is you. Where are you? Why didn't you call me before? Do you need me?" "Whoa, calm down. I'm fine. Really. I've been.. learning. To deal with my abilities, I mean. Didn't Lucian tell you?" "He told me you went to find that nice doctor. Sinclair, wasn't it? Oh, but Kate, how could you? You didn't even say goodbye. I was so worried and you missed the wedding.." "I'm really sorry, Chloe. I couldn't be around anyone while I was.. learning. I wanted to get it under control, you know? So there would never be any accidents again."
It took a lot not to just tell her everything. It took even more to convince her that I didn't need her to come help me pack. Yes, I would move to Rome to keep an eye on her, make sure the facility kept its end of the deal. She would find an apartment for me, knowing that I would never accept living with her and Lucian for an extended period of time. Meanwhile, I would decide what I needed from the house to make my apartment livable. It didn't take very long. I was on a plane the next week. It was wonderful to see Chloe waiting for me and even more wonderful to hug her without the least worry that I would do more than give her a mild shock. She talked the entire way to her home, telling me about everything I had missed in the three years of silence. Not once did she ask for details beyond the story I gave her. Typical Chloe. As we drove up to the villa, she revealed that she and Lucian had gone shopping to get me a welcoming gift. That made me worry a bit, but I was soon enlightened. A beautiful Ducati sat waiting with a bright red bow, Lucian standing beside it waiting for us. My Ninja was still miles away, being delivered along with my furniture and the majority of my clothes. It's a testament to how pleased I was that I didn't stop to think before I hugged Lucian just as tightly as I did Chloe. Of course, this brought out the Sparky comments and I purposely allowed my control to slip. His startled yelp satisfied me enough that I could go back to my previous delight in the present. I settled into an easy routine with Chloe. Morning and early afternoon were spent at my apartment, unpacking and arranging furniture. At night I would drive aimlessly, learning the layout of the city. For the most part, Lucian left us alone, only interrupting when there was some form of social event that he wanted to attend. Usually, I declined when politely invited to go with him along with Chloe, but a few times I agreed just for something to do. Perhaps it was my connection to the Rossini family that brought me to the attention of the wealthy, ambitious businessmen, or perhaps it was the digging into my past that they did. Either way, I was approached discreetly with offers of employment. Oh, they didn't know about my time at the facility. For those three years nothing could be found about me, I was sure. No, they wanted me for personal security and as an ornament to hang on their arm. Ugh. It was rather embarrassing the number of old men that thought I was just as sweet as my sister. Perhaps it was these constant offers that drove me to learn more about security measures. At any rate, I became a security analyst mostly for businesses at first. As I became better known, I added private residences to my list. That's when the fun started. It hadn't been my intention to steal anything for good from those homes, but it was just so easy. Of course, I never tried that with any vampires. I don't think my clientele ever included a lycanthrope either, but I wouldn't have stolen anything from them either. Like I needed an angry vampire or lycanthrope to track me down. No, it was much easier to steal from the humans. The mafia especially, though I'm sure they never believed the security analyst could be the culprit. Besides, I never took anything too large. Jewelry, a stack of cash here and there, the occasional painting I might find gathering dust in a storage room. Completely harmless. Not only that, but it made for better business. If something was stolen after I had given my assessment of security, they wanted to add more alarms, more guards, the works. Of course, I would frown and wonder how I had missed something, silently laughing at the fools. From this vantage point, I would know every alarm, every move a guard made, how many dogs might be on the premises. The temptation was too hard to resist and I wasn't hurting anyone by my actions. Oh, sure, the man upstairs probably didn't see it that way, but I figured I was already doomed to go to hell anyway. Why fight the inevitable? So I was a sinner living in the shadow of the Pope's holy seat in the Vatican.
[Update was lost, working on it again.]
A L I A S : Ali
P L A Y B Y : Jessica Alba
C H A R A C T E R S I T E : http://kaitlyn.mfbiz.com/
-- Edited by KAITLYN SAVAGE on Tuesday 28th of February 2012 03:52:48 PM
