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you know I'm kidding! Haven't really been hit with the urge to write but I
read my new reviews and I was like 'screw it I'm writing!' So there! HA!
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inanimate objects... this is becoming a serious problem!
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Trevor's head rested in Sasha's lap as he slowly woke up. She was gently patting his head and whispering in calming tones. When his eyes opened, they were the bear's, but calmer. He looked up at her serenely and blinked once.
"Good morning, sunshine," she said with a smile.
He rubbed his temples. "What happened? I feel like a stampede of wild elephants rampaged through my brain."
Sasha smiled uneasily. "I had to... uhm well..."
"Sasha, spit it out," he said sternly.
"I had to take out a few of the animals that were causing the other ones to go nuts and make you lose control," she blurted quickly.
Trevor blinked slowly again. "I see,"
He sat up and looked at the far wall.
"You just decided to do this? You went into my head... and stole part of me?" he asked slowly.
"I had to! You don't understand!" she cried in earnest.
"No, I think I understand," he said. He began to walk toward the door.
Sasha growled quietly. "Fine,"
She narrowed her amber eyes and he stopped. He slowly turned around in a trance.
"You don't want to work with me? Fine, then you won't have a choice,"
Trevor stood in the middle of the room, staring blankly into the abyss.
Sasha sighed, her tired eyes fading back to crimson.
"I didn't think you'd do it so soon," the master's low voice whispered behind her.
Sasha spun, eyes blazing amber.
"Do what," she hissed.
"Take away his will and replaced it with yours, is this how you treat all your boyfriends?" he smirked.
Sasha growled.
"You can deny it, but deep down, you know exactly what you did and don't regret it. Now do you?" he asked rhetorically.
Trevor growled behind Sasha. His eyes were now focused in a deadly manner on the master. As a wolf, he walked next to Sasha, baring his teeth and snapping his jaws at him.
"Watch your dog now, Sasha," he said in a mocking tone. He laughed heartily. "Best paper train him." With that, he was gone.
Sasha's anger got the best of her and the tapestry on the adjacent wall burst into flames. Trevor looked up at her worriedly. She sighed and patted his head.
"I am sorry," she said slowly and sadly. "Go lay down."
She began to walk out and paused at the door. Trevor was back to his human form and looked at her expectantly. She sighed again and left.
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Sasha sat in an alcove of one of the many small libraries. She had turned out the light and ate triple chocolate ice cream while wallowing in her guilt.
She refused to cry; she had since she was five. The only time that Sasha had ever cried was when her littlest brother, David, was killed when he was four. It threw her over the edge and his death left a raw spot in her.
Sasha sighed as she tossed the spoon and empty quart of ice cream on the floor. She rolled over onto her side on the seat that filled the small wall of the alcove. She toyed with her hair for a while then her feathers on her wings, eventually drifting off to sleep.
Ryan quietly opened the door and looked in. Sasha was sleeping peacefully, her wings resting delicately behind her.
He walked in and sat on the edge of the cushion. He carefully moved some of her hair that had cascaded down her face. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes a crack. She smiled up at him and stretched.
"You can have a real room you know," Ryan said with a small smile.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep," she said, her voice still husky from sleep.
She rested her head on his thigh and yawned. Ryan was running his fingers through her hair, pulling it behind her ear and repeating the process. Her silky hair slipped easily through his fingers. She yawned and closed her eyes again. Ryan leaned back against the wall and let her sleep, eventually falling into his own slumber.
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John paced in his room anxiously. He had been mumbling to himself for about twenty minutes and Amber and Jessica exchanged worried looks.
"John," Jessica tested, "we're going to get him back, the Professor said he was looking for him."
John sighed. "I guess you're right, but I just get this feeling that he's not coming home."
Jessica and Amber exchanged looks again.
Amber was about to speak when the Professor came in.
"I am afraid I have some bad news,"
The teenagers looked at him, apprehension clear on their faces.
"I have lost contact with Trevor's mind. Well, I haven't lost it totally. It has reduced drastically at the least," he said solemnly.
"Meaning," Amber asked.
"I am not sure of its meaning yet, but I intend to find out."
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Sasha woke up slowly. She smiled when she remembered where she was. She sat up, waking Ryan. He looked at her puzzled.
"I think I need to go home for a bit, to clear some things up," she said running her fingers through her hair to work out the snarls.
"Do you want to bring your-er-to bring Trevor?" he asked.
"No, no I think that will make him regress and violent again. I think this is something that he can't be a part of."
Ryan nodded silently. He waited for her to say more, but she seemed to not have noticed. She sighed and put her hands on her hips waiting.
"Are you coming?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure I will," he said.
Sasha smiled and the wind whisked her off again. Ryan followed suit shortly.
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Sasha waited in the Professor's office patiently sitting in a chair alongside her was Ryan. In his hand he held a small ball of energy in his hand. He let it roll on top of his fingers from pinky to first finger and back again. Sasha watched it in an almost trance, a small smile on her face. She absently played with the tips of her newly highlighted hair. Red and amber tips fell among her dark tresses, accentuating her eyes in either color they chose to be. Her fingers stopped when she heard the soft hum of a small motor. She let her hair go and hissed lightly at Ryan. He looked at her and the ball disappeared.
If the Professor was at all hesitant or surprised that she was there, he did not show it.
"Sasha," he said in his normal warm and welcoming tone.
"Hello Professor, it's nice to see you again," she said, meaning every word of it. She truly liked the man, it was hard not to. His warm personality and gentle attitude made her feel better about herself. "Professor, I'd like to talk to you about Trevor."
"Yes, we have been wondering where you had taken him," he said calmly as if it were the weather he was talking about and not the location of one of his students.
Sasha sighed hard. "Professor, my family, well not my family but these people that I'm living with, well sorta more than living with."
"Sash, spit it out," Ryan said. Sasha colored. "Fine," Ryan muttered, "he kinda had a part of him....wake up and he doesn't really have control of his animals anymore."
The Professor nodded. "I see."
"The only place that he can regain his control is with us. I'm sorry I had to take him the way that I did but if I didn't do something fast," she paused, "he would have been farther gone than he really is."
The Professor sat silently, digesting the information.
"He is safe, don't worry about that. He is well taken care of; in fact, Sasha is in charge of his rehabilitation. She has him covered," Ryan said helpfully.
"Well," the Professor said after a moment of silence, "if there is truly no other way to handle it, then I suppose he is in good hands. I appreciate you coming here and telling us Sasha."
Sasha nodded and stood, Ryan followed suit. Sasha tilted her head sideways just enough to see out of the corner of her eye. John and Amber stood in the doorway.
"Well," Sasha said in a steel tone, "that is all the business I had here. Farewell Professor." Sasha turned her head wholly to look at John and Amber. She looked at them with no emotion in her crimson eyes. The wind picked up again and she was gone.
She reappeared in Trevor's room shortly after. He stood at her arrival.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"To see some old friends. How are you today? Did they bring you your breakfast?" she said with a smile.
He grinned back. "Yeah, they brought me a steak! A steak for breakfast! It was soo good!"
Sasha smiled and sat down on his pillow and blanket pile. He lay down perpendicular to her, resting his head in her lap. She began to absently stroke his hair and he began to fall asleep. She sat in his room, stroking his head while he slept.
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"Bond her? We can't!" Ryan said aghast.
"It's required of all those who aren't of our blood who are taken in," the master said sternly.
"WE CANNOT!" Ryan roared.
"WE will not," the master said in a furiously low tone, "YOU will."
Ryan looked as if he had been hit.
"But," he began searching for an argument, "her wings! They turned brown, not a hint of black in them!"
"And they could change back as they did before," he said.
Ryan sighed. "Is there no way that I can keep her from this?"
"No, it is law."
He sighed again and the master departed.
"Shit," he muttered to himself and set off to find Sasha.
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Sasha bumped into Ryan in the hallway.
"Spar with me?" she asked sweetly.
He took a breath and she sprinted down the hallway before he could talk to her.
The lights were off again when he walked into the arena. He could sense her but her aura was all around the arena, so it was impossible to pinpoint her.
"Sasha, we need to talk," he called.
"You have to catch me first," she taunted back.
He sighed. "Define 'catch'," he called back.
"Pin me," she stated.
He couldn't help but grin. "Ok, I'm game, as long as I get a prize."
He decided to keep his sword sheathed in his hunt. Smiling, he closed his eyes and sat down. He began to focus his magic in a small beam. Not sensing her anywhere along the floor, he turned his magic upward. He sensed her not five feet floating above him. He smiled wider.
In the blink of an eye, he had sprung up from his seat on the floor and he grasped her foot before she could fly higher. He held on to her ankle with both hands firmly grasped on her. She sank a little but she beat her wings harder and kept both aloft.
"You think," she said between wing beats, "that that will bring me down?" She laughed uneasily. "I can carry at least three times my weight."
Ryan thought for a moment. After a pause, he began to climb up her leg.
"RYAN!" she screamed. He was at her knee when she began to descend. When he hit the ground, he didn't let go of her leg, causing her to fall flat on her back. Before she could escape, Ryan was sitting on her stomach pinning her wrists to the ground. She bit her lip in frustration then smiled.
Sasha threw her weight and Ryan went tumbling to her slide and she found herself pinning him. He took a moment to process what had happened. He threw his weight the opposite way that Sasha had. Sasha had nearly stopped him from flipping her over but the weight difference between them was too great and she flipped over. Ryan held her wrists firmly but gently to the ground.
"Give?" he asked.
She pushed against his weight but he wouldn't budge. After a moment of squirming, she sighed. "Fine, I give."
But he didn't get up. His eyes were locked with hers and there was something different about him. He began to lean closer to her, but shaking his head he sat back up.
"No," he whispered to himself, "I won't let him win."
Sasha raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"What's the problem Ryan?" the master's voice whispered all around them.
Sasha growled deeply in her chest. Ryan stood and he helped her up.
"What happened Ryan? You were the best at bonding; in fact you had quite the following. But for some reason, you won't do it. Why not? Don't you remember hunting? Coming along with your brothers, taking whomever you desired," the master's voice whispered. Sasha looked up at Ryan. His eyes had focused on nothing, remembering some moment long past.
"Don't you remember? I know you do, who was the last one?" his voice whispered.
Ryan shook his head. "Not Sasha, not her."
"Who was it? The last one whom you hunted, you must remember who she was," the master demanded again in a honeyed tone. He appeared behind Sasha. She felt a wave of cool wash over her and felt woozy. She was slightly disoriented and wobbly.
'The bastard bound my magic,' she thought angrily. She prepared to strike out when he grabbed her by the shoulders and held her tightly. He held out her hand in Ryan's direction. Cutting a small line across her palm, a bead of blood appeared. Ryan turned; his eyes fixed on the blood.
Sasha tried to twist free of his grip but to no avail.
"Ryan," she tested in a nervous tone, "Ryan don't, please."
His eyes met hers and he quickly tore his away and turned his back to them. "No, anyone but Sasha, please."
The master's grip on her loosened the slightest as he tried to turn Ryan around. Sasha saw her chance. She twisted and dropped to the ground out of his grasp. Before he could grab her again, she was flying as fast as her wings could carry her out of the room. With her magic bound, she couldn't get far but her wings would suffice.
She made random turns where halls intersected and soon she found herself in a part that she had never been in before. Her turns were no longer random and she had slowed her pace quite a bit to walking. Her wings disappeared behind her and she slowed her breathing. Deep within her she could sense something she hadn't sensed in a long time, something she was sure she would never sense again. She sensed someone of her own blood.
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Ok. That's it for now kids. Much love to all who review, I mean it. You review and I put you in my 'People who I really like' column. Well, you'll at least make it to the 'People I probably won't kill' column depending on who you are and your past offenses... .
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Trevor's head rested in Sasha's lap as he slowly woke up. She was gently patting his head and whispering in calming tones. When his eyes opened, they were the bear's, but calmer. He looked up at her serenely and blinked once.
"Good morning, sunshine," she said with a smile.
He rubbed his temples. "What happened? I feel like a stampede of wild elephants rampaged through my brain."
Sasha smiled uneasily. "I had to... uhm well..."
"Sasha, spit it out," he said sternly.
"I had to take out a few of the animals that were causing the other ones to go nuts and make you lose control," she blurted quickly.
Trevor blinked slowly again. "I see,"
He sat up and looked at the far wall.
"You just decided to do this? You went into my head... and stole part of me?" he asked slowly.
"I had to! You don't understand!" she cried in earnest.
"No, I think I understand," he said. He began to walk toward the door.
Sasha growled quietly. "Fine,"
She narrowed her amber eyes and he stopped. He slowly turned around in a trance.
"You don't want to work with me? Fine, then you won't have a choice,"
Trevor stood in the middle of the room, staring blankly into the abyss.
Sasha sighed, her tired eyes fading back to crimson.
"I didn't think you'd do it so soon," the master's low voice whispered behind her.
Sasha spun, eyes blazing amber.
"Do what," she hissed.
"Take away his will and replaced it with yours, is this how you treat all your boyfriends?" he smirked.
Sasha growled.
"You can deny it, but deep down, you know exactly what you did and don't regret it. Now do you?" he asked rhetorically.
Trevor growled behind Sasha. His eyes were now focused in a deadly manner on the master. As a wolf, he walked next to Sasha, baring his teeth and snapping his jaws at him.
"Watch your dog now, Sasha," he said in a mocking tone. He laughed heartily. "Best paper train him." With that, he was gone.
Sasha's anger got the best of her and the tapestry on the adjacent wall burst into flames. Trevor looked up at her worriedly. She sighed and patted his head.
"I am sorry," she said slowly and sadly. "Go lay down."
She began to walk out and paused at the door. Trevor was back to his human form and looked at her expectantly. She sighed again and left.
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Sasha sat in an alcove of one of the many small libraries. She had turned out the light and ate triple chocolate ice cream while wallowing in her guilt.
She refused to cry; she had since she was five. The only time that Sasha had ever cried was when her littlest brother, David, was killed when he was four. It threw her over the edge and his death left a raw spot in her.
Sasha sighed as she tossed the spoon and empty quart of ice cream on the floor. She rolled over onto her side on the seat that filled the small wall of the alcove. She toyed with her hair for a while then her feathers on her wings, eventually drifting off to sleep.
Ryan quietly opened the door and looked in. Sasha was sleeping peacefully, her wings resting delicately behind her.
He walked in and sat on the edge of the cushion. He carefully moved some of her hair that had cascaded down her face. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes a crack. She smiled up at him and stretched.
"You can have a real room you know," Ryan said with a small smile.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep," she said, her voice still husky from sleep.
She rested her head on his thigh and yawned. Ryan was running his fingers through her hair, pulling it behind her ear and repeating the process. Her silky hair slipped easily through his fingers. She yawned and closed her eyes again. Ryan leaned back against the wall and let her sleep, eventually falling into his own slumber.
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John paced in his room anxiously. He had been mumbling to himself for about twenty minutes and Amber and Jessica exchanged worried looks.
"John," Jessica tested, "we're going to get him back, the Professor said he was looking for him."
John sighed. "I guess you're right, but I just get this feeling that he's not coming home."
Jessica and Amber exchanged looks again.
Amber was about to speak when the Professor came in.
"I am afraid I have some bad news,"
The teenagers looked at him, apprehension clear on their faces.
"I have lost contact with Trevor's mind. Well, I haven't lost it totally. It has reduced drastically at the least," he said solemnly.
"Meaning," Amber asked.
"I am not sure of its meaning yet, but I intend to find out."
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Sasha woke up slowly. She smiled when she remembered where she was. She sat up, waking Ryan. He looked at her puzzled.
"I think I need to go home for a bit, to clear some things up," she said running her fingers through her hair to work out the snarls.
"Do you want to bring your-er-to bring Trevor?" he asked.
"No, no I think that will make him regress and violent again. I think this is something that he can't be a part of."
Ryan nodded silently. He waited for her to say more, but she seemed to not have noticed. She sighed and put her hands on her hips waiting.
"Are you coming?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure I will," he said.
Sasha smiled and the wind whisked her off again. Ryan followed suit shortly.
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Sasha waited in the Professor's office patiently sitting in a chair alongside her was Ryan. In his hand he held a small ball of energy in his hand. He let it roll on top of his fingers from pinky to first finger and back again. Sasha watched it in an almost trance, a small smile on her face. She absently played with the tips of her newly highlighted hair. Red and amber tips fell among her dark tresses, accentuating her eyes in either color they chose to be. Her fingers stopped when she heard the soft hum of a small motor. She let her hair go and hissed lightly at Ryan. He looked at her and the ball disappeared.
If the Professor was at all hesitant or surprised that she was there, he did not show it.
"Sasha," he said in his normal warm and welcoming tone.
"Hello Professor, it's nice to see you again," she said, meaning every word of it. She truly liked the man, it was hard not to. His warm personality and gentle attitude made her feel better about herself. "Professor, I'd like to talk to you about Trevor."
"Yes, we have been wondering where you had taken him," he said calmly as if it were the weather he was talking about and not the location of one of his students.
Sasha sighed hard. "Professor, my family, well not my family but these people that I'm living with, well sorta more than living with."
"Sash, spit it out," Ryan said. Sasha colored. "Fine," Ryan muttered, "he kinda had a part of him....wake up and he doesn't really have control of his animals anymore."
The Professor nodded. "I see."
"The only place that he can regain his control is with us. I'm sorry I had to take him the way that I did but if I didn't do something fast," she paused, "he would have been farther gone than he really is."
The Professor sat silently, digesting the information.
"He is safe, don't worry about that. He is well taken care of; in fact, Sasha is in charge of his rehabilitation. She has him covered," Ryan said helpfully.
"Well," the Professor said after a moment of silence, "if there is truly no other way to handle it, then I suppose he is in good hands. I appreciate you coming here and telling us Sasha."
Sasha nodded and stood, Ryan followed suit. Sasha tilted her head sideways just enough to see out of the corner of her eye. John and Amber stood in the doorway.
"Well," Sasha said in a steel tone, "that is all the business I had here. Farewell Professor." Sasha turned her head wholly to look at John and Amber. She looked at them with no emotion in her crimson eyes. The wind picked up again and she was gone.
She reappeared in Trevor's room shortly after. He stood at her arrival.
"Where did you go?" he asked.
"To see some old friends. How are you today? Did they bring you your breakfast?" she said with a smile.
He grinned back. "Yeah, they brought me a steak! A steak for breakfast! It was soo good!"
Sasha smiled and sat down on his pillow and blanket pile. He lay down perpendicular to her, resting his head in her lap. She began to absently stroke his hair and he began to fall asleep. She sat in his room, stroking his head while he slept.
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"Bond her? We can't!" Ryan said aghast.
"It's required of all those who aren't of our blood who are taken in," the master said sternly.
"WE CANNOT!" Ryan roared.
"WE will not," the master said in a furiously low tone, "YOU will."
Ryan looked as if he had been hit.
"But," he began searching for an argument, "her wings! They turned brown, not a hint of black in them!"
"And they could change back as they did before," he said.
Ryan sighed. "Is there no way that I can keep her from this?"
"No, it is law."
He sighed again and the master departed.
"Shit," he muttered to himself and set off to find Sasha.
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Sasha bumped into Ryan in the hallway.
"Spar with me?" she asked sweetly.
He took a breath and she sprinted down the hallway before he could talk to her.
The lights were off again when he walked into the arena. He could sense her but her aura was all around the arena, so it was impossible to pinpoint her.
"Sasha, we need to talk," he called.
"You have to catch me first," she taunted back.
He sighed. "Define 'catch'," he called back.
"Pin me," she stated.
He couldn't help but grin. "Ok, I'm game, as long as I get a prize."
He decided to keep his sword sheathed in his hunt. Smiling, he closed his eyes and sat down. He began to focus his magic in a small beam. Not sensing her anywhere along the floor, he turned his magic upward. He sensed her not five feet floating above him. He smiled wider.
In the blink of an eye, he had sprung up from his seat on the floor and he grasped her foot before she could fly higher. He held on to her ankle with both hands firmly grasped on her. She sank a little but she beat her wings harder and kept both aloft.
"You think," she said between wing beats, "that that will bring me down?" She laughed uneasily. "I can carry at least three times my weight."
Ryan thought for a moment. After a pause, he began to climb up her leg.
"RYAN!" she screamed. He was at her knee when she began to descend. When he hit the ground, he didn't let go of her leg, causing her to fall flat on her back. Before she could escape, Ryan was sitting on her stomach pinning her wrists to the ground. She bit her lip in frustration then smiled.
Sasha threw her weight and Ryan went tumbling to her slide and she found herself pinning him. He took a moment to process what had happened. He threw his weight the opposite way that Sasha had. Sasha had nearly stopped him from flipping her over but the weight difference between them was too great and she flipped over. Ryan held her wrists firmly but gently to the ground.
"Give?" he asked.
She pushed against his weight but he wouldn't budge. After a moment of squirming, she sighed. "Fine, I give."
But he didn't get up. His eyes were locked with hers and there was something different about him. He began to lean closer to her, but shaking his head he sat back up.
"No," he whispered to himself, "I won't let him win."
Sasha raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"What's the problem Ryan?" the master's voice whispered all around them.
Sasha growled deeply in her chest. Ryan stood and he helped her up.
"What happened Ryan? You were the best at bonding; in fact you had quite the following. But for some reason, you won't do it. Why not? Don't you remember hunting? Coming along with your brothers, taking whomever you desired," the master's voice whispered. Sasha looked up at Ryan. His eyes had focused on nothing, remembering some moment long past.
"Don't you remember? I know you do, who was the last one?" his voice whispered.
Ryan shook his head. "Not Sasha, not her."
"Who was it? The last one whom you hunted, you must remember who she was," the master demanded again in a honeyed tone. He appeared behind Sasha. She felt a wave of cool wash over her and felt woozy. She was slightly disoriented and wobbly.
'The bastard bound my magic,' she thought angrily. She prepared to strike out when he grabbed her by the shoulders and held her tightly. He held out her hand in Ryan's direction. Cutting a small line across her palm, a bead of blood appeared. Ryan turned; his eyes fixed on the blood.
Sasha tried to twist free of his grip but to no avail.
"Ryan," she tested in a nervous tone, "Ryan don't, please."
His eyes met hers and he quickly tore his away and turned his back to them. "No, anyone but Sasha, please."
The master's grip on her loosened the slightest as he tried to turn Ryan around. Sasha saw her chance. She twisted and dropped to the ground out of his grasp. Before he could grab her again, she was flying as fast as her wings could carry her out of the room. With her magic bound, she couldn't get far but her wings would suffice.
She made random turns where halls intersected and soon she found herself in a part that she had never been in before. Her turns were no longer random and she had slowed her pace quite a bit to walking. Her wings disappeared behind her and she slowed her breathing. Deep within her she could sense something she hadn't sensed in a long time, something she was sure she would never sense again. She sensed someone of her own blood.
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Ok. That's it for now kids. Much love to all who review, I mean it. You review and I put you in my 'People who I really like' column. Well, you'll at least make it to the 'People I probably won't kill' column depending on who you are and your past offenses... .