Disclaimer: Don't own IAHB characters.... just Kittie.
A/N: I got totally stuck with this ff. So, if you have any suggestions or comments at all, please write a review.
"You know what happened?" Jamie asked, his eyes following her around her room.
"Yes, of course I do. The necklace. You had it with you that night, right?" Kittie answered.
"Yes... what's that-"
"That has a lot to do with everything. You say you turned your back on the man and threw your hands up. You were thinking about the guy. Okay, see that shirt over there?" Kittie points to a shirt lying on the floor.
"Yes." Jamie was confused. He couldn't even begin to guess where Kittie was going with this.
"Okay, I'm going to concentrate on the shirt." Kittie turned her back to the shirt and threw her hands up into the air. The shirt flew up as if someone threw it above their head and it fell back to the ground. "Maybe you're telekinetic also."
Jamie suddenly understood. He was a murderer. He was thinking about the man when he flung up his hands. He threw him in the air and just let him fall. How could he be so stupid? Jamie began to cry.
Kittie didn't know what to do. Here he was, the strongest guy she knew, crying.
"Jamie, don't."
"I just killed someone..." Jamie stood.
"Jamie..." He walked out before she could plead with him. "I need to talk to Caitie."
"So, what you're saying is that I need to keep Jamie around me all the time?" Caitie Roth sat there staring at Kittie like she was insane.
"Didn't I just say that? He snapped. He might do something. I mean, he was crying in my room! Have you ever seen Jamie cry?"
Caitie thought. "No. Wait, Jamie was in your room?"
Kittie rolled her eyes. "Just watch him."
A/N: I got totally stuck with this ff. So, if you have any suggestions or comments at all, please write a review.
"You know what happened?" Jamie asked, his eyes following her around her room.
"Yes, of course I do. The necklace. You had it with you that night, right?" Kittie answered.
"Yes... what's that-"
"That has a lot to do with everything. You say you turned your back on the man and threw your hands up. You were thinking about the guy. Okay, see that shirt over there?" Kittie points to a shirt lying on the floor.
"Yes." Jamie was confused. He couldn't even begin to guess where Kittie was going with this.
"Okay, I'm going to concentrate on the shirt." Kittie turned her back to the shirt and threw her hands up into the air. The shirt flew up as if someone threw it above their head and it fell back to the ground. "Maybe you're telekinetic also."
Jamie suddenly understood. He was a murderer. He was thinking about the man when he flung up his hands. He threw him in the air and just let him fall. How could he be so stupid? Jamie began to cry.
Kittie didn't know what to do. Here he was, the strongest guy she knew, crying.
"Jamie, don't."
"I just killed someone..." Jamie stood.
"Jamie..." He walked out before she could plead with him. "I need to talk to Caitie."
"So, what you're saying is that I need to keep Jamie around me all the time?" Caitie Roth sat there staring at Kittie like she was insane.
"Didn't I just say that? He snapped. He might do something. I mean, he was crying in my room! Have you ever seen Jamie cry?"
Caitie thought. "No. Wait, Jamie was in your room?"
Kittie rolled her eyes. "Just watch him."
