Dear followers of KFP, we are dawning near the end of my first book of the series, Love's Sight! We might have a couple more chapters but when the Finale Chapter finally comes I will definitely announce!

Enjoi the next Chappy!

ROYY

P.S. From you're reviews, I can tell (And BTdubs thank you for any ideas you've left me! Totally appreciated and definitely are in consideration!) but as of now, none of you have any idea what's about to blow. (Except for you two, Amy & Paige, I think I told you in band.)

Ari walks beside me for a moment as I go, hands, cuffed once again, back into a hall.

Suddenly I feel a twinge of urgency downstairs. The cop pushes me past a restroom. "Wait! Wait!" I start to shout, my bladder full and ready to blow. I dig my heels into the tiled floor. "U-turn, buddy. I gotta go."

He pulls me back around and I sigh with relief.

"I'll talk to you later," I whisper to Ari, who nods and I turn my head so the cop can uncuff me. The familiar release of the stingy metal scrapes off my wrists and out of the corner of my eye I see Paul and Debbie from the Polygraph coming running down the hall, towards the jury room with the results of the test. Oh no, their going to tell.

"Ari-" I say, a plea for help.

But he's not there, but then a voice softly whispers in my ear. "On it."

"Thanks-"

"Shuddup, you dunno what the hell yer saying!" The cop said and shoved me into the bathroom. In it's number one you've got two minutes."
I roll my eyes and pick a stall.

Standing at the sink, I wash my hands under the cool water, when suddenly I hear a clanging noise above me.

I didn't know what to think, but my heart didn't like whatever it was, and the strong unattainable scent of chemicals washed over me.

I didn't like this.

"Ari?" I asked. But I knew it wasn't him.

"Hello?" From out of nowhere something hard smashed down on my head. I hit the ground, head pounding, eyes throbbing, I stumbled about for a moment, before someone grabbed me and I heard the echoing of the police officers voice. "What the 'eck are ya doin' in there!" But it wasn't echoing from the bathroom, which was relatively small. It was from my imagination, I would say, as I was fading in and out. I struggled to stay in. I had to see who was grabbing me. And whoever this was, was a serious pervert.

"Who? Perv-" I mumbled out and as soon as I did a sickening smell was forced into my face. Chlorofooooorm…..

A wicked tiny cackle wafted into my brain.

And made me fear for my life

Iggy

She doesn't really love you.

The voice haunted me all night.

You're just a stupid infatuation, you know. It's just a fling.

She thinks you're a freak.

I could feel my fingers clench forcefully in my fitful sleep.

She's going to forget about you.

The air was cold, even under the warmth of wings or a blanket.

And different laughs overlapped each other and bounced off the voice's every word.

She doesn't really want you, she's just a fame-crazed purple haired punker bitch.

"NO!" My voice, hoarse and raspy, scratches my throat on it's way into the world, and my eyes flit open.

My heart burns. I didn't understand why though, it was already a pathetic crisp.

I hear a soft giggling in the next room over.

Fang is so whipped when morning comes.

Should it ever.

Screw it, I'm already lashed clean of blood, who am I to be saying anything.

I miss Sydney.

I walked in on Gazzy earlier this night, when I came out from the shower.

He was praying. For Sydney, and for the first time in eight years, I prayed too.

Why did I tell her?

Ugh, this is all my damn fault. If I hadn't been such a creepy stalker that night or just flew away instead of running like a actual human for Christ's sake! She would not be at a trial for murder back in Texas.

And if I was a good boyfriend I would be on the stand instead of her.

If only, If only.

"Shut up!" I caught myself shouting and I felt a bump from a broom beneath me.

"Ig?" I hear a soft voice groan. Great, now I've woken up Gasman.

"Sorry, Gaz, I just had a bad dream that's all." I whispered, getting back into bed.

"Me too…" Gazzy replied.

"What was your dream about?" I feel compelled to know the answer, like his dream has something to do with what's going on.

"Sydney. She was at the trial and I was there and so was Ari and then some person said we all had to take a break, but when everyone was called back, Sydney didn't come. No one could find her."

I contemplate this, it's obviously just a cynical nightmare, since Ari was there, but right as I was about to say something, there came a whimper from Nudge on the couch.

I listened to her get up and walk over from the battered couch.

"If you guys are awake," She moaned, "Gaz, check my back for a bruise or gash. It's killing me." I heard the lamp click on.

"If you want her…" Gazzy then says.

"What?" Nudge and I seemed to say in unison.

"You have writing on your forehead. It says, 'If you want her,'" My face squints up and suddenly my small intestine slowly starts to toss and turn in it's bed.

"Nudge, lift you're shirt, let's see you're back. Gazzy, what's on her back?"

I hear soft choking noises.

"Nudge, you have cuts on your back. They all make letters."

I didn't like this at all. Not at all.

"What does it say, Gaz?" I rush him.

I hear him start to gag, and I tell Nudge to move over, I push the fact that this is totally awkward out of here and begin to feel her back and move across a cut line, Nudge gasps in pain.

I trace all the cuts.

There in jagged capital knifed cuts.

WE

HAVE

SYDNEY

"What does it say?" Nudge's crumpled voice utters.

I don't respond. I just quickly grab my shoes and slip them on and head for the balcony.

I knew it! I shouldn't have left her.

I rip back the curtain and Nudge gasps.

"It's blood!" She nearly shrieks.

"Oh my God, it's mine!"

I feel the traces, wondering if they were just signing their letter oh so politely with a heart and a "With lots of love, XOXO Itex."

JUST

YOU

TRY

FREAKS