Okai guys, I know, I know. I hated Chapter 4 too. It would just... never happen. I am too annoyed with myself for even coming up with that idea. But you MUST understand! She has gone a bit... insane, since the Edward incident, and kinda drove into depression and madness since Nathaniel and Bartimaeus(supposedly) died. But this is all explained in this chapter. Bear with me people. My madness does have it's reasons.

Since I don't have any ideas yet, I thought I'd post this chapter to give a bit of Kitty's backstory. Please drop me a message or comment to give ideas! 8DDD Honestly, what do you guys think Bartimaeus's task should be? I have a few ideas myself... But I'm thinking that one would be too similar to something that already happened in the books. Hmmm... Well... Hmmm...

PLEASE? *begs*

KITTY

Chapter Five

Stranger and stranger...

Kitty had been in total panic since Nathaniel and Bartimaeus's death. She hadn't wanted to believe it, and was depressed for some time after.

Weeks, even, since the funeral. She'd cried... It was only natural.

Something strange had taken over her during that period of time. Her life felt so empty and dull without something, a purpose of sorts. She declined the offer of a position in the government, though didn't stay away for long.

Throughout her stay with Rebecca Piper at Whitehall she found many tunnels and stairways, corridors alike, leading to stranger places, more secretive than the other rooms.

Kitty sat, quietly in her room, staring up into empty space. She was bored stiff, and though she had nothing else to do, and despite Rebecca's pleads, she refused to join in with the magicians. And now, staring up at the low ceiling in the small and stuffy room she began to wonder.

Kitty shifted upwards, placing a hand on her head. Her hair looked like she had been dragged through a hedge, and her choice of clothing wasn't too neat either. Navy shorts and a stained white T-shirt. She hadn't bothered to change in a few days now, nearly a week. The guilt was eating her alive... If only she'd been there. Maybe she could have helped somehow.

Kitty fed herself these lies continuously, blaming herself for Nathaniel and Bartimaeus's death. She didn't know that Bartimaeus was alive... They only presumed. The body was found a week after 'the incident'. Dead, of corse.

Kitty had found him lying there, after she decided to visit the place again. The building was still in ruins. She could barely make out a leg underneath the framework. For... personal reasons she decided to keep a lock of his long and thin girlish hair.

Kitty took a sharp breath in, wheezing slightly. She got out of bed, staring at herself in the mirror. Still hadn't bothered to do something with that mop of grey hair.

She leaned slightly against the wardrobe, propping herself up. She blinked slightly, still staring at her face, worn and tired. She wasn't eating properly since then, and was far slimmer than before.

Opening the drawer quickly, she rustled her hand inside for a few seconds. She drew out a small crimson red box, slamming the drawer as she did so. She stared silently at the box for a few moments, pondering over what to do with it.

She slipped the item into her pocket, walking casually down the hallways. She meandered down the corridors, desperately looking for something... It was here before... A, passage of some sorts. But where did go? She cursed angrily in frustration. Sighing, she began to give up. What was the point?

Kitty slumped back into the wall, rolling her head back against it, causing a painting to fall from it's hook. She cursed quietly to herself, trying to put it back in place. Whilst doing so, she noticed something strange on the wall, in the painting's place.

A small red light. It was flashing furiously at her. Curiously, Kitty dropped the painting, peering at the dot. She touched it gently, only using the tip of her fingertip. A small beeping noise erupted from the wall as it began to rumble and shake.

Startled, Kitty jumped back to see a door fly open within the wall. Strange... She stared emptily through the doorway. The girl placed a single white trainer through the doorway, testing for traps of sorts.

Nothing...

Kitty began to step through, cautiously. She didn't want to set off anything that would alert the others. Her hand began to slip into her front pocket, clutching the box.

Kitty began to examine the room. Curious... She presumed this was one of Makepeace's insane inventions... a secret room. There were books and summons of all sorts scattered about the place. Papers floated around the room, covering the only item of importance.

A small blue machine of sorts. Stranger and stranger...

These visits to the room became more frequent, as Kitty began to perk up slightly. She had studied almost all of the enchantments and writings in the room, searching for something of importance. And there it was...

A resurrection spell, hidden amongst the magical objects. She began to read it, over and over, obsessed by this one piece of paper. Within a few days she had learnt the enchantment off heart, still studying it for perfection's sake. She had to get this right first time, or... Well.

Weeks she had learned about this room and all of it's hidden wonders. She placed the box in here, knowing it would be safe.

She hadn't practiced magic in weeks, not since Bartimaeus's summoning. Though, she was determined.

Finally ready to the point of near perfection, she began to draw the pentacle. Once done, the girl stood back to admire her work. Perfect. She opened up the box, plucking out a few of Nathaniel's hairs. Strange... She had kept it all this time. She felt somewhat disturbed by this fact.

She placed the hairs carefully in the small blue box, laying it on the opposite pentacle. She took on the position and recited the spell, word for word, exactly. Perfect. She was satisfied of her worries once a fuzzy outline of a body appeared in pentacle.

The creature's mind was at a blank. Sure, it was Nathaniel, it looked just like him, thought held no memories or thoughts whatsoever.

Ashamed of what she had created, Kitty thought it better if she didn't try and bring Nathaniel back again. What was the point? She was just digging her grave deeper and deeper. Someone was bound to find her here eventually. Many had already been searching for Makepeace's hideouts, and she was lucky to even have stumbled upon this in the first place.

But she couldn't just leave his body like that. She had to do something! It was the only thing that kept him alive, even just a little bit... Even if it wasn't him.

So she decided to move to Egypt, pretend that she was touring the world and exploring as she had planned. She wanted to get as far away as possible. Where no-one would recognise Nathaniel's distinguishing looks. Smuggling the body on the plane was the hard part.

Mind you, some people are just too easy to fool. Stick the boy in a coffin, claim him dead and say that the funeral is being held abroad for several made up reasons or another.

Kitty had created a whole new person from this body. She gave him a typical magician personality, and didn't have to work too hard on the memories, considering he 'apparently' survived a plane crash, and developed amnesia. Most memories she stuck in were blurs, fake and real... A few belonged to her even.

And this was the problem. She was too attached to Nathaniel to let Edward go.* And so, she stayed as his servant, helping the magician with his studies, and acting in any possible way to help him. She hated herself for doing this, but it was all she could.

Kitty sighed, seeing Bartimaeus leave. She looked down slightly as he wandered away.

"Bartimaeus... please." She pleaded, wanting to explain herself desperately.

"What do you want?" The djini spat, without turning to face her.

BARTIMAEUS

This was agony. Why did she have to do this? Why are humans so hard to please...?

The girl looked down again, shuffling her feet slightly. "You better sit down for this..." She muttered, slumping to the floor.

She told me everything. Everything. No interruptions or anything out of me. And I was horrified. Too horrified. I mean... You'd expect this kind of whallap and nonsense from magicians and whatnot... And I mean, most have probably done worse. Scrap that, most have done worse.

But this was Kitty. She wasn't like the rest of the human species out there...

And it made me think drastically about that little peck earlier. Ptolemy frowned, deep in thought. This made me even more annoyed, but couldn't help feel sorry for her. I mean, she'd been in pieces. But... To just... I couldn't think about it. Ridiculous. Just... sick. Sick was definitely the word for it. Sick, twisted and manipulating. Magician talk. But of corse, I wasn't about to make her feel worse.

Once she had finished, I said nothing. My mouth was firmly shut. What else was there to do? The girl continued to stare into space. Deep, purple bags hung underneath each eye. **

Kitty reached forward to hug me gently. I didn't resist. Nor did I hug the girl back. A confusion of unnerving emotions swamped over me.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, blankly, still not pulling back. I was too confused and annoyed to think straight.

Kitty pulled back slightly, looking up at me in confusion*1. "Do what...?"

"Oh god, don't play dumb with me girl. Earlier, just now."

Kitty frowned again, looking down slightly. She wasn't going to answer. I made my elbows lean on my knees, locked in frustration.

"I'll tell you why." I replied, breaking the silence again. She looked up, rather curious as to what I had to say. "Because you want something to fill Nathaniel's void. It's what you've been craving." I said, again, rather snarkly. "You've created another him... A shoddy job of it, I might add. You've just gone and... ruined your life over this silly little boy. Obviously you can't admit he's dead, and you're holding on to whatever memories you have left of him. I'm part of that, aren't I?"

Kitty didn't answer for a few moments after that*2. Pulling a face, I was about to continue, when interrupted, again.

"I'm... Sorry." Well, not much, but it was a start. The poor child was obviously experiencing some mental traumas.

I smiled softly at the girl again, before hearing her, and now my, master's calls from above. Damnit, I was late...

*1 Not nearly as half as confused as I was... God, all this information rushing over me in one day. It's exhausting trying to work out what's happening, considering the circumstances.

*2 God, this was turning into one of those sappy soaps that John enjoyed so very much... Ridiculous. I, Bartimaeus the great, Sakhr al-Jinni, N'gorso the Mighty and the Serpant of the Silver Plumes, was not to be toyed with.

* At this point I had a major writer's block...

** Another art block... I am just not feeling the creative flow today.

Gah! I am not pleased with how this chapter turned out, AT ALL! I know... I squeezed it all into one chapter. I could have expanded on Kitty's bit far more... . And, well... I hated Bartimaeus's little moment at the bottom too.

Damn my writer's block. I hate it. Hate it. Hate it.

BLARG!

BLARGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGALARG!

Does that answer all your questions? No, would be the obvious answer... DOUBLE BLARG! I'm in a bad mood now.

I'll try to edit this out before submitting it... DX

Oh yeah... and, remember to review, give ideas for the charge, ect...