Evil Intent part 2

Curiosity breathed in deeply before her eyes suddenly flicked open and she saw a figure standing outside her cell door.

"I thought that was you…" she sighed, smiling grimly recognizing the figure immediately despite all the lights in the hall suddenly going out.

The end of a long silvery scythe hung at the figure's feet. Ruby droplets dripped with a sickening plop on the dimly lit white tile. The only light came from the window in her room as moonlight filtered in through the bars.

"You know me?" the figure asked in an almost angelic tone that seemed to hang in the air eerily.

"You're a Memitim." She said solemnly, "I'm dreaming. This is the same dream I've dreamt every year since I was 13. You were nice to me until my 16th birthday. Now you're just cruel." She said harshly.

"I'm the same thing I've always been. YOU are the only one who has changed." The figure replied coldly.

Haley was quiet for a long time before speaking.

"Funny how I'm always the one torturing myself." She laughed, tears streaming down the sides of her cheeks.

After a moment the figure glanced over at the cell opposite hers and grinned, revealing a set of all too familiar sharp teeth.

"I'm not here for you tonight I'm afraid. Happy birthday by the way…" It grinned, a set of all too familiar sharp teeth leering back at her.

"You're mocking me." She stated a bit crossly.

"Precisely…" the figure grinned, dropping her hood to reveal Curiosity's own face turned ashen gray.

Curiosity woke up in a cold sweat and smoothed her hair back from her face, breathing hard.

"Shit!" she breathed, pacing the front of her cell to calm down.

Crane woke up groggily and noticed Curiosity's pacing before coming to the bars.

"Would it kill you to be a little quieter? Some of us are trying to sleep." He said in a slightly annoyed tone.

"Not tonight…" she muttered, still thinking back to her dream, glancing up at the clock as it struck twelve, her blood running cold, "Not tonight, it's tomorrow morning now…"

"What are you talking about?" Crane asked blearily, "I thought you were one of the saner ones here."

"Saner ones?" she laughed hysterically, "Really? I carve people's faces up and kill good people for no reason and you think I'm one of the saner ones!" she said with tears in her eyes, dropping to her knees and laughing as she gripped the bars of her cell.

"You what?" he asked, not completely understanding what she was saying through her laughter.

Suddenly she stopped laughing and grinned psychotically at him through the bars.

"Today's my birthday! I've been killing people for 8 years now! And who KNOWS how many I've killed! And now…" she laughed even harder, wiping tears from her eyes, "NOW I'm having NIGHTMARES about death! How's THAT for irony?" she laughed hysterically.

Crane grinned sadistically now and leaned against the wall to look sideways at her.

"So you're afraid to die?" he asked with a sly grin.

At this Curiosity stopped laughing all together.

"Shit…" she muttered, "I forgot who I was talking to."

"So… what do you think would happen if I convinced an old friend of mine to deem you sane? Do you think they'd give you the death penalty? Lethal injection?" he asked, grinning sadistically.

Her face grew pale at this and she turned around so that she wouldn't have to face him anymore.

"If you try something like that I'll be sure to put you through hell before killing you AND Adrian." She hissed, beginning to panic.

Crane laughed at her now.

"You're nothing but a little girl! Despite all your talk you're just a little girl afraid today will be your last aren't you?" he taunted, sticking his head between the bars to smirk at her.

At this Curiosity's cheeks turned a scarlet red and she screamed in frustration as she realized she had nothing to throw at him.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" She screamed, squeezing her head through the bars as well and trying her best to shove herself the rest of the way through toward him.

To his surprise she actually made it through with some effort and began to strangle him through the bars.

He kicked at her but she laughed at him as he tried his best to pry her fingers from his throat.

"Laugh! Come on! Try me again!" she laughed sadistically, her eyes alight with a sadistic furry that would have scarred Satan himself.

By this time however Gabe and Ian had seen her and were beginning to help Crane pry her fingers from his neck.

Refusing to let go without a fight she dug her nails into the sides of his neck and raked them across his skin until finally she was forced to let go and they drug her to solitary.

When she'd left Zai came forward tentatively to see the bright red scratches along Crane's neck.

"What the Hell happened?" she asked, having heard about half of the conversation.

"Haley told me what she was afraid of." He grinned despite the pain in his neck.