A dark haired, tanned woman sighed. She had just turned on the t.v. , seeing something about some guy killing dozens of people with no mercy, and that they were trying to find him. 'Pfft.' She muttered. 'I bet they did something to piss him off.' She sighed again. 'Well, back to work.' She walked a few feet back over to her computer, and flicked on a switch, making a bright light go on. A computer-like voice asked: 'Name, password, code?' 'Name, Mara Sinci. Password, grapefruit. Code, number 674872.' The computer's screen turned black, but came on not a moment later with dozens of windows popping up. 'Hmm..Computer, perform search on 'murderers; Homicidal maniacs.' The computer blinked a bit, then brought up some words that scrolled down the screen. Mara's glasses reflected the monitor's light as Mara clicked some names, all of those names clicked transferred into another box. But before she could click the last one, she felt a sharp pain in the neck, then fell from her chair onto the ground, and was slowly pulled away..

She woke up, sitting on a wooden crate. 'Huh..?' She blinked, then directed her attention over to a thin guy who was putting a gun on the wall. He turned around. 'Oh. I see you've woken up. Knew I should've bought those heavier darts.damnit..' 'SHUT THE HELL UP!' Tara yelled, leaning forward, her waist-length hair surrounding her face, glasses and all. The man leaned over and looked into her eyes. 'Aww.why so mad?' He blinked as he began to turn around to get a chair. Or crate, rather. He pulled it in front of Tara. 'HHHHHI.' He smiled a wide, eerie, smile, and then waved. 'So.' Tara looked at the floor. And by the gray color of it, she knew she was in the garage. 'You've been killing those people, right?' The man nodded. 'Mmmyep.' He sighed. 'What? I mean, they were -very- annoying..and had no respect at all..' He began to tap his foot on the asphalt. 'Heh..' Tara forced out a toothed smile. 'So they *did* tick you off..' A quiet voice said, 'Well.yes.' and then a sigh. 'But I'm sorry, I have to kill you now. ' He got up and walked to the wall he'd put his gun on. 'Okay. Sword? Gun?' Tara laughed. 'Either.' 'Okay.' He was just about to pull a gun off the wall, but stopped and ran over to his crate, and sat down. 'You know what? I think I'll poke you to death.' He took his thin finger and poked her shoulder. 'Right..well..before I..er.die, what's your name?' He leaned over to the left, so he could see exactly what part of her shoulder he was poking. 'Johnny. You can just call me Nny.'