Guess what!! I finally figured out what the friggin plot to the story is going to be!! while sitting in anthropology waiting for the teacher to begin class at that- Okay so I know going into chapter six isn't necessarily the best time to figure it out. but like they say, better late than never--- right? *begins to slowly back away from the possible angry mob that is to form* ummm--- here! *throws the story at you and takes off running while either screaming or laughing insanely, it being hard to distinguish.*

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Trying to relieve stress Lita made her way to the roof of one of the South corners tallest buildings that looked into the Neutral. Taking a seat against the ledge she casually loaded a rifle. Time to play sniper. The last round clicked into the chamber and she allowed herself to rise up onto her knees.

Taking her sweet time she sought out a target, specifically seeking out a possible Thorn. Eventually she found one. Taking careful aim at the blond Lita gently squeezed the trigger.

Serena nearly leapt out of her skin at a loud crack and the heat of a bullet racing past her nose. Her sharp eyes vigorously dashed about her surroundings, seeking the source of attack.

Cursing under her breath Lita took aim again. She had had the girl in the middle of her crosshairs perfectly. There was no heavy breeze that could have pulled the bullet off course. Quickly she considered the scope being off. No, she had triple checked it before even leaving her hideout. With a scowl darkening her eyes she tried again, aiming for the Thorns chest. ~No way I can miss this shot.~

Another round buried itself in the wall behind her. Now both were really becoming pissed. Lita bristled in frustration, feeling a static surge raise the hairs on the back of her neck. Three more random shots. One hitting the wall above the girl, one landing before her feet, third streaking through the wall between her legs.

Hateful eyes leapt up to meet with hers. Lita berated herself for being seen. Silently she ducked down and waited for the coast to clear.

At hearing a light chuckle Lita looked up to see a comrade standing at her feet. "Having a little target trouble, are we?"

She glared. "Shut up. Or do you have something to do with this." He only grinned in reply. Her eyes further darkening, she glared daggers at the older Hunter. "Neflite. . . what did you do?" Still he continued to grin. "Answer me damn it!"

"I thought you told me to shut up." Mischief glittered in his eyes. Unable to stifle it any longer he laughed as pure hatred pulled at her features. "Okay. No, I didn't have anything to do with your missing." Stepping forward he peered down at where her target had been. "Maybe you should learn to relax."

"This IS how I try to relax, not build up more stress."

"Then perhaps you need to work on your aim."

"Oh fuck off!"

He turned back and grinned all the wider. "Why thank you, I thought you would never ask." Again he cracked up as she snarled. "Alright. Common you." Grabbing her by the wrist he pulled Lita to her feet and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I know how to get ridda all your stress. How bout a drink? Or ten."

Not in the mood to protest she allowed him to take her away.

Meanwhile Serena sat in the back corner of a small apartment, if it could legally be called that. It had a total of three doors. Front, bathroom and closet. The rest a single room divided into sections large enough for a child to sleep comfortably.

She leaned over a small mirror and inhaled deeply while her friend leaned against a wall, not even paying attention to her. Straightening up Serena sighed as the powder went straight through her senses. Something this strong was a rare treat and she relished in the moment, even though she looked ready to pass out.

"Shouldn't ya be watchin' Rini?" her red-headed friend asked drowsily.

"Probably, but do I look like I really care? Darien's with her."

"You actually trust him?"

"Hell no, Moll. But either way I am sick of her screaming every ten seconds. Think she just cries to piss me off."

Blinking rapidly she cleared her vision just enough to find the bottle of vodka that was just within her reach. Upending it she took a deep swig before slamming it back down onto the legless table. Exhaling the burn of alcohol she sighed and dropped her eyes to her lap. "I need out of this shit hole."

"You're not the only one." Slowly cracking a bloodshot eye Molly looked to her only friend. "So why don't you just go?"

Serena frowned and averted her gaze from the redheads. "Where would I go though? This is the only fucking life I have ever known." She sighed and shook her head. "Besides, you know just as well as I there are too many reasons that I can't go." She risked the brief glance. "We both know crack whores aren't welcome out there."

Molly scowled. "You're the crack whore. 'M just a pot head."

"And a nympho." Serena muttered under her breath.

"Look whose talking." She didn't think the other would hear. "You're the one with the screaming brat."

"Jesus Christ, don't remind me."

"Too late, Mother." Growling Serena threw a firm punch into her friends shoulder. Loudly Molly cursed and toppled to her side.

"I didn't hit that hard!"

"I'm already bruised there, damn it!"

The blond paused and stared with hallow eyes. "He beating you again? Why don't you just leave him?"

"Because then he really would thrash me." Sitting back up she rubbed her throbbing arm. "Says he'll cut my tits off if I do."

Blue eyes fell with the weight of pity. A mutual silence fell between them, both knowing better than to avoid the topic of the silver haired screwball. Unable to help herself Serena lightly muttered, "Too bad we can't kill him." Out of the corner of her eye she watched Molly twitch.

"Maybe we should. Besides what do we have to live for anyway?"