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Kait's eyes followed the motion of the knife entering her foot and just as it did, her mind registered the pain. Sharply inhaling, she bit her lip to hold back a scream that was mostly out of frustration. She could feel her foot throbbing and the blood start to spurt, but she was trained. She knew how to handle this.

The first impulse was to kick the bitch in the face, and that she did, even using her bad foot. Her knee bent, leg raised, she sent the bottom of her foot down and into the side of the girl's face. Then Kait got over her, pinning her arms down with her knees. The pain in her foot was starting to get to her, but she'd put it off until this girl was so fucked up that she'd scream for death.  It didn't even matter to her that they were in the street in broad daylight; it would simply show any by passers what happens when you piss off the wrong woman.

With her knife still in the girl's leg, Kait grabbed it and pulled out. Blood dripped on her hands, down her forearms to her elbows. She held the knife at the girl's throat. 

"Fun time's over."

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i'm just kinda stalking the dash, coughing, tweeting, sniffling, hating facebook, growling

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The spit that hit her in the face only infuriated her more. And when she felt the girl's fist hit her in both the jaw and stomach, Kait's green eyes practically glowed with outrage. A fight was a fight, but who the fuck raised this little bitch to spit on people? 

Wiping off the saliva with the back of her hand then straightening her shoulders, Kait reached into the holster that held her knife. It was long, pointed, and jagged at the end so that when it was pulled out more damage would be done than when it went in. As the girl scattered away, she followed, cocking her head to the side at how frantic she was at going back and grabbing the knife off the ground.

"I can play dirty too, bitch," she snapped, mimicking the girl's tone from before. Right as the girl reached the knife, Kait stamped her foot down on her hand, making sure to break bone. Then, just to be a bigger bitch, she twisted her foot left and right to ground the girl's hand more so into the pavement. Satisfied with that, Kait got a grip on her knife and sent it down into the muscle of the back of the girl's thigh. 

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Watching as the knife was thrown to be among her scattered bullets, Kait quickly turned back and prepared herself upon seeing the girl charge at her. She freely went back to be pushed against the wall, but as soon as the girl raised her fist, the blonde moved her head out of the way and used her free arms to punch the girl first in the abdomen, then again in the nose.

Although the wind was momentarily knocked out of her from the force of the push against the wall, Kait got over it quickly. She was trained to forget pain, for the more you thought about it, the more it will hurt. 

Ducking around the girl to get behind, she used her elbow to jab into the place where the girl's neck met her spinal cord. She then fisted her hair and yanked back so that she could look her in the eyes. 

"Isn't this fun?"

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Raising a brow at the girl before her, mostly at the blunt disrespect since it was obvious who Kait worked for, her mind briefly flashed back to her days of training long ago. The chanting of her mentor rang in her ears, telling her over and over to jab, step, kick, jab, step, kick. This made her blood start to race and her heart pulse faster. As the grip on her wrist grew tighter, it didn't take much else to put her over the edge.

"No can do," she responded right before snapping her head forward to connect with the girl's nose. Making a fist with the hand that was being held, she pulled her arm back sharply to send the girl forward. Without even the slightest hesitation, she turned to face the girl's back and lifted a foot to send up into her back. Once done, it took not even a nanosecond to pull out her gun and have it aimed to shoot.

But there was a part of her that wanted some fun. Kait's natural instinct would be to blast this girl's brains out on the street with just a pull of the trigger and feel nothing as she did so. And although she should do just that, the criminal currently at hand seemed to want to get her ass handed over to her. The thought had her tingling with a sick sort of excitement. 

Unloading the gun and tossing the bullets away, she placed the unarmed object back into its holster. She didn't need it; her fists did just fine, if not better. Raising a hand, she tauntingly curled her fingers up as to say, 'Let's go.'

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I hope you don't, whoever-you-are.

Why do they always try to run?

Well, then, that’s certainly good to know.

I hope you have a fabulous evening, Kait.

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Then I suggest you not call me idiotic names.

No. I do not look for lost children because if I were the one to find them they'd wish they'd remained lost.

Why do they always try to run?

Well, hello to you too, Kait, though I’d prefer to have my skull covered by the hair and skin like it is right now, yeah?

Say, you wouldn’t happen to know anyone by the name of Kenna, would you? She’s my little sister and she seems to have gotten lost when we got separated.

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Who ever said I want to make friends? And my name is Kait. Call me Blondie again and I'll run your head against a brick wall until your skull shows. 

Why do they always try to run?

Well that’s an excellent way to make new friends, Blondie!

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Everyone. It's a general term.

Why do they always try to run?

… Who is ‘they’ exactly?

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As they should be. 

Why do they always try to run?

… Because they’re afraid of you?

Yeah. That seems like a safe answer I think.

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Cracking her neck, then her knuckles, Kait's eyes flashed as she swung and felt the satisfying crack of bone. The criminal, a middle-aged man who'd been selling pot in his apartment, stuttered back a step before tumbling down. She got over him at once, reaching to flip him over and pin his arms behind his back.

"I didn't think you'd come quietly," she said with a dry tone. The cuffs clicked on his wrists. When he began struggling again, she simply moved him back around to face her and sent another jabbing punch across his bleeding face. That put him out.

With a grunt, she hauled him up and used her strength to lug his big body towards the door. However, before she got out, she heard the sound of a crash above and then the smell of smoke. Kait carelessly dropped the unconscious man on the ground with a long exhale of agitation. If this was some trick by a bunch of children they would not get to see the years of puberty. 

After securing the man by the cuffs to the apartment's heater, the blonde stepped out into the hallway to look down it left and right. She wouldn't go upstairs to the probable fire, but instead inspect to see if this was a distraction for an ambush. Though she sensed none once kicking in each locked door and examining the rooms on that floor, Kait went back in with the man and looked out the window. Her green eyes scanned the street until falling on a girl who was walking down the street. 

About to turn back around and go about her business with taking the man to prison, she halted when the words "Come and get me" rang out. In an instant, Kait hopped out the window and stalked her way towards the brunette girl. 

"Well if you insist," she answered sharply, gripping the back of the girl's neck. 

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Them. This was all about them. The very thought made Trixie so sick and angry she wanted to scream. Losing Rizzo had been hard enough, especially when her searches came up empty, but now Deacon and almost Jared? She’d shoved Jared away and gone to her room, locking herself inside as she set herself to work. Trixie didn’t open the door for Scout, just wanting to be left alone. Now, she walked through the outskirts of the city, blinking away the mistiness that had been on her eyes since she’d left the station. No fucking way was she going to simply stand by and watch as the two people who meant the most to her in her life get killed. Not again.

She started with an abandoned building. Trixie swung her bag off one shoulder, unzipping it to pull out one of multiple molotov cocktails she’d made in her room. Silently and with a stony face, Trixie dug a lighter she’d gotten from Deacon’s room and lit the wick, hurtling it through the window. There must have been some paper or trash or something inside, because the burst of fire was brilliant. She glared up at the flaming windows before continuing on her way. It’d be a little while before anyone bothered to show up for that one. 

Through the rest of her walk towards the center of the city, the anger built up more and more. She weaved through streets and alleys, leaving things aflame as she went: setting some dumpster contents with the lighter, igniting random street trash to turn to ash in the wind, hurling another cocktail or two at buildings. One looked abandoned. The other didn’t, and the shouts inside confirmed it, but Trixie didn’t fucking care anymore. She felt like the fire-bringing pixie she was, and that was fine with her. “Come on you government bastards!” she screamed, now a few blocks down and over from her last incendiary burst. It didn’t make sense, the random destruction, but Trixie wasn’t in any frame of mind to care. She was on the tail end of withdrawal, her muscles still aching and her emotions out of wack. The anger burning inside of her was worse than almost anything she’d felt, but she didn’t care. She wanted to know who had her friends captive so she could kill them.

Trixie growled before reaching into her backpack to retrieve the biggest cocktail. She eyed where she was, trying to decide her best move. Cars? A house? Another apartment building? Or maybe a government building. She was so angry, thoughts were reckless and she was simply consumed with fury. The little tracker scar reminded her what they’d done to her, and she’d be damned if she’d sit by while the same happened to Deacon and Rizzo. “You want gang members?” she screamed to no one in particular, just the empty street. “Come and get me,” she muttered to herself, lighting the last cocktail and throwing it at a car, watching as the glass shattered and enveloped the vehicle. She stood with angry tears streaming down her face as her breath hissed between her teeth, watching the fire go from the car to start eating away at the little patches of dry grass, soon to start consuming the buildings. Trixie let out an angry growl before turning away to walk down the street, continuing her way deeper into the city. Though her arsenal was low, only two cocktails left and a few other trouble-making devices, she was determined to make a dent in the city that night. Even if she didn’t find Rizzo or Deacon, the government would know they messed with the wrong people.

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