Chapter 1

The lights flashed as Annette stepped out of the limo, her eyes looking over the paparazzi. None of them clamored for her, not yet. She was still just a small part actor, a small role in the film. She might get one or two, but a few pictures wouldn't hurt.

A slight pang hit her as she realized just how much she missed Sebastian. He would have loved to be here with her. Loved to have been in the spotlight, nuzzling her neck once for the cameras as they walked in, his smirk winning over a bevy of girls who'd read the tabloids tomorrow. Annette smiled sadly as she walked in, pulling her sunglasses off as she found her seat.

She didn't expect anyone to notice her as she slipped into the back, the theater becoming dark as the movie began to play. She relaxed a bit, glad she'd chose this comfortable dress over the one she'd been wearing previously.

It started out as most movies these days did, a darker opening title, names randomly splashed about as bold stripes of colors flew around the screen. She smiled as her name popped up. It'd come a little later than she expected, but then again, it could have just shown up in the end as well.

The one thing she hated about Los Angeles was the people here. So many of them were so desperate that they'd do practically anything to get themselves in the movies, on TV, into the music business. Sex scandals and messy break-ups abound. You were constantly judged, and she hated it. Not like New York was much better. But at least THERE everyone was real.

A slight smile cast over her face. Well, not everyone. Kathryn, Kathryn, Kathryn…She smiled. What a tangled web she'd woven…only to find that she herself was the fly instead of the black widow. Annette had made sure she'd gotten what she deserved…that bitch.

As the movie began she only grinned. She'd had it coming…and she got it.

She'd gotten it alright. Kathryn looked around, seeing that all she was left with in the room were a few paranoid freaks and a guard, who was more interested in the television next to him than the patients he was supposed to be watching. She smiled, rising to her feet. Next to her was a small bag she'd made sure to hide from those that watched her on the cameras in every room, and a pair of keys she'd gotten off a sleeping guard at lunch.

I'll get out of here….even if I have to kill to do it.

She looked at the man next to her. Sonny, one of the more normal schizophrenics at the asylum, and one of the people she'd trusted. He didn't WANT out of this place. After 5 years of wandering New York, this was the only place he felt people weren't staring at him. Kathryn smiled.

"Are we ready Sonny?"

"Yeah, we are." He nodded back, a slight smirk on his face. Kathryn only nodded once, shuffling, head down, and took her seat on the other side of the room. As soon as she sat, Sonny began into his episode.

"HE'S HERE, I SEE HIM AND HE'S HERE!" Sonny cried, standing up and starting to lash out at those around him. That's when the screaming started.

If it's one thing Kathryn had noticed, it was that when one started, the rest soon followed. She smiled as the guard shot up, and went to his duty of trying to calm the patients. One tall man, who still believed he was five years old, began to cry, rolling around on the floor, and screaming at the top of his lungs. If Kathryn wasn't trying to avoid detection she would have laughed. If it wasn't for the plans that put her to sleep at night she'd have gone fucking NUTS in this place.

She kicked the bag past the door, keeping it open for a few minutes, and slipped through, closing the gate behind her as it buzzed. She chuckled a bit, slipping through the four security doors that kept the public away from the 'crazies' and found herself in the lobby, where no one was there. It was after hours, nearly 11, no one needed to be out here, and there were no cameras here either.

"Bad move on your part." She said easily, unlocking the door, and closing it behind her. That'd almost been too easy. She looked at the car key. Mercedes…seems as if the government paid well for having to watch insane people all day. She found the car relatively easily, and pushed her bag into the car and got in.

After sleeping with the man in charge of the patient's belongings, it was easy to get her things back. With a quick change, and a snort of something she'd truly missed, cocaine, she started up the car. Things were going to be different now.

She was going to have fun. Next to her sat a file, filled with pictures and documents relating to Annette, the last one in it being her address, phone number, and email address. She'd get what she had coming to her.

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Morgaine Le Fay : I'm glad you're interested…I like to make my work dark…Cruel Intentions was a dark movie...and I'm trying to stay with the theme let me know if it's working.

Stellina: We'll see….whistles innocently seriously though, I'm contemplating, I'm not sure…but I'll think about using him…in a different way.

BeatrixKiddo21: Thanks Much Bea…I'm glad you like it

Microsoft Girl : oh, you'll get more ::nods::