Hey KR fans! So how's life been treatin' ya? I know mine's been pretty hectic lately. Hopefully y'all are fairing better. So, uh, anyway. Before we begin, I just want to make this BLATANTLY clear that this is not something I want tuning into a pity party. All this is, is something I feel needs to be voiced so others can hopefully take something positive away from it. Okay? That's it.

Anyway, I want to say something that has kinda been pressing down on my heart for a while now. It's a pretty open message and I feel like a lot of authors (regardless if you're new or old), could probably benefit from this so. . . here we go. Now, you're probably wondering what this is all about and its' just simply the fact that. . . I lost my way, for lack of a better phrase. I know most of you are probably questioning what the hell THAT could mean seeing as I wasn't ever really anything to brag about, but I was starting to, more or less. I let my desire for a bigger following take over what I was truly MEANT to do, which was write my stories and have fun doing it. The minute I stepped away from what made me who I was as an author, is a mistake I'll never be able to undo. I regret drifting away from this fandom (this story), and the awesome people who were apart of it. You guys made this special. You guys brought this dying fandom to life with all your love and support. And because I let ego and pride get in the way of my writing, I've lost something I didn't know was worth keeping. I've lost PEOPLE I didn't know were worth keeping. Now as I've said, I'm not looking for pity or anything when I tell y'all this. As stated before, this is something that I feel needs to be said so someone else won't repeat my same mistake. And, I don't know. Maybe this is a common thing that happens, or maybe it doesn't happen at all. All I know is that, if you create a GENUINE following (no matter the size) who adore you and support you and stick by you through the rough patches, by all means don't LOSE that. If you're small and don't really have that quite yet, but maybe you have one or two people who constantly review and show their support, be kind, ya know? Shower those people with love because you don't know what they could do for you in the long run. Don't let your pride or whatever get in the way of what makes YOU special. Take pride in what MAKES your writing style special. Everyone has their own voice when it comes to writing, so don't be afraid to take ownership of that. You can't turn yourself into someone you're not. I'm not saying you shouldn't branch out into other fandoms and such, because there's no problem with that. I encourage you to venture out and explore different writing styles and such. Just. . . keep your head about yourself when you do so. Don't compare yourself to someone who's Stephen King level and belittle yourself over it. Find people who share YOUR writing style and work on building each other up instead. Speaking from experience, it's a helluva lot more rewarding than sitting around questioning your ability as a writer. I can promise you that.

Well. I've said what I felt needed to be voiced. Time to get this old train rolling on down the tracks again! Aha! Y'all know what time it is! Reviewwww Tiiiiiiime!

Osgood19 - I know I already told you this, but I'm soo freaking happy you're back! And I'm a huge fan of your fic btw! Thanks for being understanding! Aw, wait no more darling, for I have finally gotten my ass back in gear lol XD

So as I stated before in previous chapters; if any of you have a suggestion for the next letter, plz tell me via review or PM! I'll be checking both daily so you will not be left out! Also, I would like to give a special shout out to 'oreoboat', 'TheSpacerat' and 'Osgood19' for their lovely reviews on Panic Room. Thank you friends! Your support is very much appreciated! Now back to our regularly scheduled programming lol. Plz enjoy this long overdue chapter and don't forget to leave a review on your way out! Thanks guys! XD

As I said many a time before, ANY and ALL flames will be cast down to my two loyal blood thirsty werewolves to be dealt with accordingly! With or without Knight's permission! So don't test me!

V is for... Vengeance

"Michael?"

"Yes, Kitt?"

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Like you're trying to fulfill your death wish."

A scoff. "Kitt, this is Devon we're talking about. He can't get that mad."

"Easy for you to say," the AI replied snidely. "You didn't know the man as long as I have."

Michael adjusted his ladder, reaching up to adjust one of the many 'decorations' littered about in the office space. He smirked. "Pretty bad?"

"Worse than Bonnie when she's on her monthly." Kitt confirmed. Michael winced.

"Damn. That's. . . pretty bad."

"Yeah." Kitt agreed. "So if I were you, I'd take down everything and get out of that office as quickly as possible."

Michael thought about it. "Mm, nah."

He could almost hear Kitt roll his virtual eyes. "Mi-chael! Stop being such a child! You know how Devon gets with his office! This is exactly why I'm the voice of reason in this partnership and not you."

Michael shot a frown to the watch face before turning his attention back to hanging a pink streamer. "I don't ever remember having a debate about that, but you do you pal."

"Hence the reason why I'm also the smart one. . ." Kitt trailed off teasingly. Michael rolled his eyes as he finished setting up the last streamer. He climbed down the ladder and took a minute to marvel at his work.

"Ah, it's beautiful! What do you think, Kitt?"

"I think the best fitting phrase for this would be, 'sayonara.' This partnership has been wonderful while it lasted."

Michael laughed. "Hey, just remember that none of this would've happened had he not interrupted me last weekend."

"Oh so you were just so busy with - what was her name? Rosalie? Josie? It was something along those lines."

"Ha! What's wrong, smart guy? Can't remember a simple name?"

"No. You just get around so much, it's hard to recall who's who. Even for a sophisticated being like myself."

Ouch. "Ah. Point taken then."

The sound of a car rolling up on the driveway reached Michael's ears. He glanced out the two story window and saw Devon's Mercedes weave it's way up the long drive. Quickly, Michael dashed over to the left over supplies and balled it all up, racing out the door. Random pieces of different colored streamers and glitter littering the ground behind him.

"Get ready to move, Kitt!" The man shouted in a hurry.

"I'm right outside." The AI reported back. Michael found the supply closet and wasted no time in haphazardly throwing all the left over supplies inside the small space. A resounding crash sounded right after Michael slammed the door shut. On his mad dash to Kitt, the man was lucky enough to run into Devon. His boss looked at him strangely.

"Michael," the Brit began with a skeptical look. "Why is there pink glitter in your hair?"

Oh nice one, dude. "Uhh, no reason! Ihavetogonowbye!" The man rushed out and darted past Devon. Devon could only raise a brow at the odd behavior. What in the world could've caused that?

You have no idea, Devon. No idea at all. Sorry this one's a little one sided! I purposely left it open-ended, so feel free to use your imagination of what happens next ;)

Until We Meet Again! *cleans up left over glitter* Ugh. . . we're gonna need a professional.