Hey thanks for all the beautiful reviews! Oh I forgot to add in the last chapter that I didn't make up the Miss Mary Mack twisted song thingy. You can find that in the book "White Is For Magic" by Laurie Faria Stolarz. She's an amazing author and deserves the credit for those twisted lyrics!

Ale Curtis-Carter: You're right I shouldn't. I have more ideas for it without the books events.
Just Playin: She like likes them all. Every single one of them. I can't really blame the gal though. lol.
Dark-Celeste: I felt it was very Kitten-like for her to start singing that song. She is one strange, strange child.
Dreamer for lyf: Thank you, thank you lol. Yes Sylvia is our next victim.
you: Yes you can say that again lol.
Mrs. Benji Madden: First time I read the song I couldn't get it out of my head lol.
TheAngryPrincess13: When I read the story to my mommy, she said uh-oh too. Hope you like what happens...
Emily: You're right! She is doing Tulsa a favor, getting the beyotchs of the street! Until she starts killing...well you'll find out..

Chapter 7
3rd Person

"I ain't nothin' but a Hound Dog! Cryin' all the time!" Two-Bit "sang" loudly, and horribly off key in the Curtis's living room. The seven boys laughed, as Two-Bit made a poor impression of Elvis's dance moves.

Kitty opened the door and walked over to the. She lightly tapped Dally on the shoulder, like a child would their father to ask a question.

"Hmm?" Dally turned around slightly to face her.

"Where does Sylvia live?" she asked quietly.

"Uhh...why?" he asked curiously.

"I want to know," she replied. Dally searched her face and eyes for a reason, but only found the same non-existent feeling she always projected.

"Don't worry about," he said roughly and turned back to the t.v.

She grabbed his shoulder, digging her claw-like nails into his shirt. "

"Ow! Damn it Kitten!" he shouted at her.

She glared her orbs at him.

"Damn if you want to know that bad, she lives at 17 Devoe. Now let the frig go!"

Kitty obeyed, and went back to her room without another word.

Dally rubbed his shoulder.

"I've never seen her do that before," Pony's eyes were widened.

"Guess she really needs to see your girl huh?" Two-Bit laughed.

"Not funny," Dally commented, still nursing his shoulder. It was forming a nice black and blue. He could feel it.

Kitty took out a small notebook from under her bed. It was tattered and torn, with small smears of red around it. She opened it carefully. It was holding together by a few threads. In it she wrote down: Sylvia Gregor, 17 Devoe Street. Butcher knife.

Definitely my shortest chapter, and I'm very sorry about that, but I knew that's where I had to end it. Should have next chapter up tomorrow Again, sorry it was short!