AN: This chapter isn't quite as violent as originally planned, but I'm just too damn happy! However, I did manage to get all the cussing in. So this chapter's probably bumped up to M for language. Thanks to Crow-kun, Eris-chan, Animekitty-chan, and Calm-Waters-chan for their reviews. Love you lots! And thanks to Randa as well!

Chapter 13: When you screamed I'd fight away all your fears

The problem with broads like Kitty was they just didn't get it. They were far too concerned with other people's happiness that they didn't give a flyin' fuck about their own.

Kitty was the girl of my afterlife right now, but she didn't want me! Well, she did, but she didn't. She was a goddamn hopeless romantic so she thought Lyds was the only girl for me. Kitty thought love should be a fuckin' fairy tale. And, according to her, one dead guy fallin' fer one girl, who was taken from him, and eventually fallin' fer a different girl was not a fairy tale.

Whatever. Until I find Lydia--which is what Kylie-cat wants--Kitty is gonna be my girl whether she fuckin' likes it or not.

And right now, that god-fuckin'-sonuhva-bitch-bastard-cock-jugglin'-thunder-cunt-uhva-sorry-excuse-fer-a-being Alpha fuckin' kidnapped her again! Fucking egg.

First time was easy. All I had ta do was follow 'em. Second time was a little more difficult since I had ta trace the connection. This time, I gotta do it "old school". Fuck.

There was gonna be some serious ass kickin' when I found him. Fuckin' kill him again.

I managed to track him down to an abandoned warehouse. How very fuckin' cliché. Don't these idiots ever go someplace else? If I'd known he was this fuckin' predictable, I'd've gone here the first goddamn place.

Next question was did I wanna beat the shit outta him, or just shoot his ass. Honestly, I wasn't in the mood to fuck with him. So I was just gonna blow his head off. Besides, he did try to shoot us last time. Searchin' through my pockets, I looked for my handguns before kickin' the door open.

And shot Delta in the head. The redhead crumbled to the floor. He'd be fine. Except for the helluhva migraine when he woke up.

Then I shot Beta before she could do anythin'. Just takin' out the small fry so they wouldn't be a problem later.

Walkin' into the warehouse, I didn't see Epsilon, but no doubt the little scientist was there someplace.

But I did see Alpha! He was standin' in front of Kitty. She was laying on the ground. The only thing tellin' me she was alive was the light glintin' off her necklace as she breathed.

"I thought I told ya not ta fuckin' touch her."

He smiled and I shot his knee. Wasn't smilin' now. Alpha dropped to his uninjured knee as I moved closer, one gun pointin' at his head.

"See, there ain't nothin' that pisses me off more than some dumb fuck messin' with my girl. Ya don't seem ta get that little concept. I thought ya woulda learned the first time. But I guess some people are just too fuckin' stupid."

"You're not gonna shoot me," he said, sneerin'.

"And why the fuck not?"

"Because you'll hit her. I ain't as stupid as you think."

I leaned over slightly to see Kitty a few feet behind him. I glanced back at him, runnin' the math in my head.

"Shit." I would hit her. Kinda surprised I hadn't when I shot him earlier. Shruggin', I stashed the other gun back in my jacket pocket, and flicked my fingers towards Alpha, makin' him fly backwards to the wall. "Now I can shoot ya!"

I started to squeeze the trigger, but a dainty little hand on my arm stopped me.

"I'll shoot you, too," I told Epsilon.

"The probability of you shooting me is low," she said, tuckin' her brown hair behind her ear.

"And what makes ya say that?"

"You would have already done it. Besides, I wish to assist you." The she held up a tiny gun. "This weapon is far more efficient than the low tech ones you are currently using."

I took it and looked it over. "It's fuckin' . . . microscopic!"

"And I thought men always said it wasn't the size that mattered."

"Doll, the only men who say that ain't got shit to begin with.

"Just try it," she said, rollin' her eyes.

Pretty damn certain I was gonna break the thing, I pointed it at Alpha and pulled the trigger.

I blinked in surprise at the smokin' hole in the wall.

"Damn! Can I steal this?" I asked holdin' up the little weapon.

Epsilon shrugged. "If you'd like."

"Sweet!" I said, grinnin', and stashed it away. Sweet. I was startin' ta talk like Kitty. Wouldn't be surprised if I said awesomesauce next.

Gah! Kitty!

I knelt down next to her, and pulled up into my lap. "Come on, kitten, wake up!"

"That's not going to work."

I looked up at Epsilon across from me, her lab coat hiding her body.

"Whaddya mean."

"Alpha . . . buried her within her subconscious. Where her fears are. He said she was in her worst nightmare."

Which meant she was probably trapped in a bathroom, surrounded by spiders.

"So, what? Do I have ta go in there and get her?"

"I don't know. I'm a scientist, not a psychologist."

I glanced between the two girls. Damn. They could've been sisters. Except Epsilon was small. Kitty was fuckin' built. I never had to worry about breakin' her.

"Well," I said. "All I know is I gotta wake her up. I'll figure it out." I stood up, holdin' Kitty in my arms. "Hey, uh, why'd ya do it?"

"Hm?"

"Help me."

"Oh. I have my reasons," she said, standing up as well.

"Whatever." Kitty was my highest priority at the moment. Not some scientist. I juiced us back to Roadhouse.

I didn't know what to do, so I carried her to the bedroom and laid her down. It was late, and I wasn't sure if Juno was still at her office.

Did Juno even have a house?

I turned to walk away, but I felt Kitty's hand close around my wrist. I looked down at her face, but her eyes were still closed. Then I looked at the coffin bed. It wasn't built for two people. Not that it stopped me, but that didn't require being side-by-side.

"Okay, kitten, but yer gonna have ta let me go." I was surprised when she did. And she grabbed my jacket instead. Alright. I could deal with that. Then I grabbed the side, juiced it, and pulled at the same time ta make it big enough fer both her and my fat ass.

Bein' a poltergeist. Ya know I love it!

"Kitty, mind loosenin' the death grip on my clothes?"

She just tugged in response. But as soon as I got in the bed, she let go, and slid her arm across my gut, and tucked herself against my side, head on my chest. I shifted slightly and her hold on me tightened.

"Christ, Kitty, yer a demandin' little cat, ain't ya?"

She snuggled up closer, and I put my arm around her. With my free hand, I lightly traced my finger across her cheek and jawline.

"Stop it." I jerked my hand back at her voice. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me through her lashes. Gods, I knew plenty of women who'd kill fer those eyes. Blue-grey irises (or dark green on occasion) framed by long, thick, black lashes. And perfectly shaped eyebrows just as dark.

"It tickles," she mumbled, closin' her eyes again.

I chuckled, and she smacked my belly.

"Stop moving!" she growled at me.

I guess she was out of her nightmare now, and she'd be okay.

Until she remembered she didn't want her dream ta be a reality.

AN: Okay, thanks to Beetlejuice, I've had to make a few adjustments. Otherwise, Lydia would never make an appearance. I've had the ending planned since August, and Beej went and screwed it all up with this chapter. Good thing I'm flexible, and I have a new plan. Next chapter is back to Kitty POV. Then another Beej POV. And then back to Kitty for the final chapter. Then we have a sequel! Also, "fucking egg" is my swear phrase. Which means it's Kitty's, too. It started out as "suck an elf" and somehow managed to get transformed into "fucking egg". Don't ask.