Kitty idly tossed a rock in to the air and caught it repeatedly.
Her eyes darted around the underground cavern..
And then … she saw him.
She caught the rock, phased her hand – the stone included, and threw it with all of her might.
It rang as it hit him full in the chest, partially phasing as it hit, and imbedding itself as a part of both his skin and armor.
He screamed in pain and dug his fingers in around the stone. "Damndable witch!" Sinister cursed.
Kitty smiled slowly. Hurting him made her feel good. It made her purr. She loved this game; cat and mouse.
Another rock flew from her hand and solidified in his cheek.
His eyes blazed in anger and he ripped the second stone from his face. It left a red hole in his white skin – which then began to pull closed.
"Tell me." She whispered across the room.
"I DON'T KNOW!" He screamed back before taking off on a run, holding his right arm clutched close to his chest.
Briefly he tried to pull that clutched arm strait - but it was no use. Her first stone had solidified, connecting his wrist to his collarbone. He took three steps and vanished in to the darkness.
"I am not who you think I am. My name is Nathanial Essex! I have a child and a wife. I am English!" Sinister clutched his arm and tried again to pull it free. It refused to budge.
"You are Sinister!" She spit the word back. "A perverted and unnatural mixture of science and a total lack of empathy or emotion."
"I love my son!" He screamed back, forgetting himself.
"You love only the coldest of science." She purred internally as she realized where he was hiding.
He could tell when she stopped moving that she had found him and he began to retreat further in to the darkness.
She idly picked up another stone and lined up her shot. She planted it right in – behind his knee. It solidified before coming out the kneecap. His leg locked in to position and he fell forward, landing on his face and the wrist of his one free hand.
"Your kind always has to know." She purred, casting her eyes around for another stone. She couldn't find one.
Instead, she marched over to him and stepped on his ankle, then phased it – under her foot, in to the floor of the cavern.
The she stepped away, allowing him to solidify as a part of the floor.
He screamed in a tortured metallic tone.
"Yes. I know." She smiled sympathetically. "Life can be painful, cant it?"
"God, spare me from this madness and this demon witch from hell …" Sinister was half roaring and half praying, clearly, out of his mind.
She marched past him. "So you were going this way, right?" She pointed down the tunnel. "So I bet it's down here." She nodded to herself, but was looking at Sinister.
Sinister snarled, but bit back on his anger. "I … don't … know."
"Of course, I can't believe anything you say or do." She told him. "Because you're so full of shit." She explained.
"I don't even .. know what you're …talking … about." He was slowly suffering an emotional breakdown. Physically he was deflating and losing his will to run or fight.
And she snatched up a stone and threw it at his head. His hand shot up to protect his face, and the stone solidified – half in and half out – of each side of his hand.
He winced – but seemed facinated by the specticle of the stone in his hand.
She shrugged slightly. "Do stay here, wont you?" She asked, toying with him – before she started down the hall.
"my son … my son … I'm so sorry … So …Sor…" Sinister broke in to a sob.
Kitty spun to look at him. Thick, black and murky tears were streaming down his white face.
He looked to her as though he didn't know her. "My son …" He explained. "He … he died." His shoulders shuddered under the weight of the memory. "I … I thought that science could …" His lower lip quivered. "But … I should have … God may have …" His eyes glassed over and he looked confused.
"No." He said to himself in a lofty manner. "Eighteenth century equipment and nineteenth century science just couldn't solve a twenty first century problem. I … I …" But he couldn't finish. He broke down and collapsed in to a heap on the floor.
"I don't care." Kitty hissed coldly. "You had no right – to MY son." Here eyes flashed.
Kitty turned quickly on the wall to he left. It was hot to the touch. She phased it and let the red hot volcanic earth come pouring towards them both – through where the rock should have been. As it got within ten feet she began to re-solidify the wall. When it got to five feet away, she let the rock solidify completely.
Not the heat was radiating through the cavern like an oven. The wall was sizzling and minerals on the surface were beginning to liquify and run down in to puddles on the floor. Small flames were sparking on the surface and burning themselves out.
Kitty phased out of necessity. "Goodbye mister Essex." She smiled, turned, and began to run down the hall.
Sinister quivered in fear. The heat was unbearable now. He tried to struggle, to get free, and for a moment he had no success. The he noticed that the skin around Kitty's stones was going soft from the heat.
He wrapped his free hand around his trapped wrist and pulled with all of his might. And finally, with a snap, e tore his wrist free of his collar bone.
Then , slowly, he turned to see how much of his foot was adhered in to the rapidly warming floor. He saw, braced his arms before him, and …
Kitty heard him scream, madly and in wild torment, from all the way down the hall.
Not that she knew why, or cared. After all, she had just found 'it' or should we say – 'him'.
