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Here's chapter 8 of Joice Fairfax, bitch from hell. :D

The newspaper talked about me quite a lot. Of course, no one knew who I truly was—they just spoke of the horrid killer, dubbed "Shadow", who ran rampant around Central. Most of the time, they even got my gender wrong, assuming I was male because I killed so violently. Fools.

What? You didn't think I'd stopped killing just because I met Kay, did you? Far from it, really. As soon as my wounds had healed enough, I went back out and got to work. I may have stayed with Kay, but I most certainly was not going to depend on him. I was going to make my own money. I wasn't sure whether or not Kay had pieced together that Shadow from the newspapers was actually living with him, but if he did, he certainly didn't let on. That was ok. At that point, I had no intentions of harming him. Dare I say it? I actually enjoyed the time I spent with him.

But of course that was ridiculous. Me, Joice Fairfax, bit from hell—enjoying myself with a human. The logic in this was absurd. I may have been human as well, but I despised others.

I remember that day far too well. It set me on the course of such outrageous events that most would never accept it. It started out innocent enough. I had breakfast with Kay. Don't ask me why, for I could never give you a reason. I just wanted to. I do a lot of things on a whim, and as much as I try to keep them logical, there are still times I fail. Such as that day. I was reading the newspaper, checking on the Shadow case. I had apparently been labeled as a male in his 20's, tall and Caucasian. I laughed, and Kay looked up at me. "What is it?" He asked.

I gave him my standard eerie, cheerful grin. "Oh, nothing."

He persisted, however, and blamelessly so. "You're looking at a manhunt. How is that funny?" His expression was guarded, and I wondered not for the last time what was running through his head.

For some reason, I didn't want to tell him the truth. I didn't want him to know the horrible things I'd done. Why? Why did I care what he had to say? He was only a thief, a clumsy, awkward human. Besides, normally I was proud of my killing abilities. It was strange. Still, I lied.

"This Shadow person is… dead." I told Kay.

He blinked and stared at me. "Are you serious?" He asked, with such honesty in his voice that I froze.

Serious? I was rarely serious, choosing instead to mock people and crack jokes. The only thing I was consistently serious about was killing. Why had I lied? I asked myself again. It was a foolish decision, but instead of setting Kay straight, I lied again. I said yes.

And the fool believed me.

We both set out that day, though in separate directions. I'm not completely sure whether he still stole or not, but I assumed he did. Why would he stop, after all?

I went out and I killed again—this time a sumbag smoking shit in the streets. What a fool. He deserved death; you could tell he'd done horrid things by the way he held himself. He smoked to forget.

Of course, by that logic, I was deserving of death as well. However, I accepted this. I welcomed the day I'd die. It seemed like a terribly fun adventure.
I left the man, stripped of anything of value, and went on with my day. I should have hidden his body. I didn't know what leaving him there would do. If I'd known, I wouldn't have left a trace.

When I got home, Kay was still out and about. I didn't bother myself with this—I certainly wasn't responsible for him. I chose instead to cook. It was nothing fancy; a spaghetti my sister had loved. Honestly, it's a surprise I remembered the recipe. At the same time, however, I suppose it wasn't such a surprise at all, for I remembered everything, down to the very day I was born.

I made enough for two, but Kay never showed up. What was wrong with him? He never was this late. Still, I refused to let myself worry. Perhaps he got lost, or tripped and hit his head. I rolled my eyes. I'd find him in the morning. At that moment, however, I chose to sleep.

The next morning, as always I went through the newspapers. I had to do this, for reasons unknown even to me. I picked up the newspaper, and there is was, on the front page, in large bold lettering: "Shadow caught red-handed". What? I unfolded the paper, revealing a blown-up picture of Kay Tzumani, his eyes wide and sword unsheathed, staring at a body. The man I'd killed the day before.

I looked closely at the picture. The man had been facedown when I left him the day before, but in the picture he was laying on his back. I could only assume Kay had turned him over, and with his sword, no doubt.

The paper went on about how this man—Kay fucking Tzumani—had been charged for assault and murder, and many more than one account. The number was in the thirties. Had I truly killed that many people?

I gritted my teeth in anger and threw the paper onto the counter. "How dare that idiot get credit for my hard work?!" I yelled to no one in particular, furious. I grabbed my boots, with the knives tucked safely into their straps, and pulled them on, and grabbed my gun as well before heading out. I was going to kill those bastards who jailed Kay, and then maybe Kay as well, for being such a damn idiot.

To be honest, I always assumed there would come a day when I would have to break out of the Central prison. I simply never realized I might have to break into it first. I also didn't realize how incredibly angry I would be. I don't anger easily, oddly enough. Why I was so pissed was beyond me.

I'm not sure how many military officials I killed that day. Honestly, one blue uniform blurred into another. All I remember is the smell of gunpowder, the sound of gunshots, and the peculiar feeling of my knives slicing through the air, through throats, through abdomens. I worked in a blind rage, making my way towards Kay's cell. Still, the officials came and came and came. How many idiots worked here?

Somehow, I got lucky enough to shake the bastards off, and I reached Kay's jail cell. There was a single man standing guard, who looked a bit freaked out by my appearance. I truly can't blame him. I must have looked a sight, bloodstained and holding a knife in my left hand, a gun in my right. If I frightened him, then good. I was the bitch from hell, and he had reason to be scared. "Move away from him, you bastard." I hardly recognized my own voice as I shot a bullet through the bastard guard's forehead. Then I walked towards Kay's prison cell.

"Joice?" Kay's voice was shaky; he seemed frightened. I looked over at him and felt oddly guilty.

I snorted. "Idiot. What the hell do you think you're doing? Getting arrested under my persona. Geez." I muttered and started rooting around in the dead guard's pockets, searching for the key to Kay's cell.

"Your persona?" Kay blinked. "Joice… Are you insane? What do you think you're doing, coming here?" He demanded.

I sent him a sharp glare. "Saving your sorry ass." I retorted, before standing. This guard didn't have the keys, and I didn't have time to find them. I could already hear more guards approaching us. I pulled out my gun calmly, and gave Kay Tzumani a cold look. "Move away from the door." I demanded.

Kay blinked, his eyes trained on my gun, as though I may shoot him or something. Idiot. "What?" He asked.

"Do it now!" My yell startled him, and he obeyed. I shot the lock.

While it did pop the bitch lock open, causing the door to swing open and free Kay, the bullet rebounded, grazing my left leg. Damn. I didn't show pain, but rather moved aside for Kay.

He walked out and gave me a hesitant smile. "Thanks…" He trailed off.

I looked away. I hated him thanking me for anything, because it made me feel an odd, warm sensation in my stomach. No, I so did not like him. I would not allow myself to believe that. "Yeah, yeah." I waved him off. "Let's go" Despite the stabbing pain in my leg, I walked on, towards the exit, leaving Kay to follow. He did so, which was clever for his part.

A few more guards came upon us. Immediately I set in on them, moving in a blur and slitting one's throat while turning and shooting another at the same time. As I finished the rest off, I became oddly aware of the fact that Kay was right there. I could feel him watching me, seeing for his own eyes what a sick monster I truly could be. Well, did he want to die or not? If he did, I could leave him behind, easily.

Did I regret killing in front of him? Yes. A little. But I didn't let myself think about it. I usually didn't care if people saw; I would just kill them too. Something about him was different. I shouldn't have hesitated when I first met him, for now I was attached, and nothing could stop that. I really was a fool.

As we exited, I turned to face more guards approaching us. "You got the wrong bitch, assholes. I'm the Shadow, not this idiot." I said coldly. And then we were gone, headed home. I didn't dare to ask Kay what he was thinking. I'd just killed multiple people right in front of him, in cold blood. Did he hate me for what I'd done? I was far too afraid to ask. Instead, I rushed back home, and locked myself in a room alone.

I only wish I'd known exactly who was watching. Sure, I knew about Kay, and about those surviving guards, but I didn't know about everyone. I couldn't have. That one mistake would change my life forever.