Morning came and Kaylea had awaken with a pounding headache. Her body was lightly tanned and very dry. She held her head and closed her eyes.
"What happened last night?" she quiried herself. She didn't hear a sound other than her own breathing, very uncommon in Titans Tower. She slowly opened her hazel eyes and glanced at the ceiling. "I wonder if Katrina's awake yet," Kaylea wondered. She looked over at her sister's lonely, messy bed and her eyes widened with fear and concern.
Quick as her heart was racing, she sped all over the bedroom, looking for her dear twin. She saw a big pile of dust and ashes and flew over to it, her eyes now filling with tears of sorrow. She dusted through the pile until she felt her hand hit something cold and hard. She put another hand on it and lifted it out of the mess.
It was Katrina's skull.
Kaylea, now struck with disturbance and shock, threw the skull down and stepped back to look at it. A tingle of fear creeped up her spine as she stared at the pile and the skull.
She desperately dug her hands back into the filth and came back up with a hand, a shoulder blade, and part of a discombobulated leg. She had seen more than enough. Her young, beautiful eyes leaked tears of anger and frustration. She let out a bellowing yell and collapsed onto the floor where the skull and bones lay. Gentle ad a mother to a newborn baby, she lifted the skull and kissed its forehead.
"Kat..." Kaylea cooed to it, petting the top of the cold, lifeless skull. "Who did this to you, Kat?"