Chapter 50

Kitty

Kitty had, for a long while, completely forgotten about Farrar, who was still locked in the bathroom downstairs. There had been so much drama between Bartimaeus and Ptolemy Kitty had found that was all she was interested in. But when she did remember Farrar, she knew it was best to go check on her. Kitty voiced her actions to Ptolemy before she left. He simply nodded.

As she slowly walked down the stairs, Kitty realized the three of them - Bartimaeus, Ptolemy, and herself - wouldn't be able to stay in London forever. More and more bodies were being found - in the same condition as Mr. Button's - and more and more people started finding an Egyptian boy, with naught but a loincloth, suspicious. Especially the number of times he was seen breaking into Mr. Button's real estate. Bartimaeus wasn't helping much.

So then the only thing they could possibly do would be able to go to another place, where Britain didn't rule and they wouldn't be recognized. Perhaps America...No, Kitty thought to herself, America's at war with Britain. Best to stay away from there. What about China? No, too crowded and distant. But then, a thought came to her.

What about Egypt?

The suggestion seemed to fit, but one thing kept her back: What would Bartimaeus and Ptolemy think? Kitty thought bringing back Ptolemy would've been a nice thing to do for Bartimaeus, but in the end it hurt him more then helping him. He'd crumbled when faced with the past - how would Ptolemy react to Egypt? Kitty doubted bringing them there would've helped at all, but something told her to bring them. But why should she? She'd only -

Just bring them! A forigen voice shouted through her thoughts. Who was that voice? It sounded familiar...

By now, Kitty reached the Bathroom in which Farrar was locked. There were no sounds coming from behind the door at all, and Kitty feared the worst. What if Farrar had gone quiet because she heard Kitty coming from upstairs? What if she was waiting for Kitty to open the door to the bathroom to strike? What if Farrar attacked her? Without Bartimaeus, there wasn't much of a chance at all. Facing a full-blown werewolf like Farrar - especially in such a demonic state - was like facing a train dead on. There would be nothing she could do if Farrar decided to attack when she opened the bathroom door. Kitty would be completely helpless.

Taking in a deep breath, Kitty grabbed the doorknob and moved to the left side of the door, where it would swing open when she turned the knob and pulled it. At least then the side of the door would hide her for at least a moment. Gulping, Kitty turned the knob and pulled the door towards her slowly.

She closed her eyes and waited for the worst to come, but nothing did. Kitty opened her eyes and looked through the crack between the door and the wall and saw Farrar lying on the floor, a pool of blood all around her, coming from her wrist. A little ways off was a sharp razorblade, which Kitty presumed was the tool used for her suicidal death. Gasping, Kitty ran into the bathroom, bent down to Farrar, and checked for vital signs. There were none. No wonder she had been so quiet. Farrar had finally had enough and killed herself.

Shouting Ptolemy's name at the top of her lungs, Kitty wraped a towel around Farrar's now blood-drained body. She was panicking - she didn't know what to do. Kitty continued to scream for Ptolemy and prayed to god he'd come out of his trance at least long enough to come down to her aid. What was she to do? She had witnessed death before, but just as last time she was at a loss for words - in shock. All she could do was call Ptolemy's name, over and over. And as much as she hated Farrar, she found tears welling in her eyes and finally dripping down her cheek. She let the tears flow and pounded on Farrar's chest in dispair. "Why'd you give up, you bitch!" She yelled delriously. "Why'd you give up on me?" She yelled at the body although she expected an answer. And although the logical part of her mind knew she wouldn't get an answer, the other half of her mind wanted one, anyway.

But just then, Ptolemy came into the room, eyes wide, ready for action. "What happened?" He asked as he bent down to Farrar and Kitty, pulling Kitty away from the corpse.

Kitty pointed to the razorblade a bit away from Farrar. "Suicide." She whispered. She was no longer crying and yelling, but whispering in a sort of disbelief and fright. Why was she reacting this way? She knew it had something to do with shock, but still half of her brain refused to aknowledge any of that information. Ptolemy pulled Kitty up, his arms around her. Before she knew what she was doing, Kitty burst into tears again and laid her head down on Ptolemy's chest. She let the tears flow.

It felt good, having a sturdy thing to cry on. But better yet, it wasn't a thing, it was a person. She had an actual person she could cry on that actually loved her and cared for her. She didn't need to go take a shower or wait for it to rain to cry anymore, no. With Ptolemy, she could cry in his arms whenever she felt she needed. And like the showed and rain, Ptolemy never questioned her. He just rubbed her back soothingly and listened to her cry. It did seem a bit cruel, but by doing this simple action and nothing else, Kitty found she felt better then if he was to try to comfort her in another manner. How did Ptolemy know her so well?

After a while the shock and tears resided, and the normal Kitty Jones was ready to resume control again. Sniffling, Kitty wiped her eyes with her hand and backed off Ptolemy. He didn't say a word. Only one question went through her mind then. What are we going to do with the body? She voiced it to Ptolemy, and he didn't answer immediately.

After a while, though, he did. "I don't know. Do we just leave it here or do we bury it? And worse yet, where are we going to go next? We have no idea where your parents are, if they're alive at all, George is out to get us for some reason, Mr. Button is dead, and so is Farrar. Who else do you know that could help us?"

Kitty thought for a moment, then remembered the one friend who had remained by her side the whole while she knew him. "My good old friend Jakob. I bet he'll help us."

"Where is he?"

"No idea. Last I heard he was somewhere in Belgum or something, and that was five years ago."

"Well then, we can forget about his help. Any other options?"

"We have to leave the country," Kitty concluded. "Go somewhere where we won't be suspected of anything - where we'll blend right in. What do you think?"

"I only know of Egypt. I don't see why we couldn't go there."

"You want to?"

"Yes. It seems a good idea."

"What about Bartimaeus?"

"We'll bring him as well, if he's willing to stay on Earth for a longer while."

"Yeah, and if he's willing to be on a plane for like a day."

"What's a plane?"

"A device used to transport people from place to place, through the air." Ptolemy's eyes widened at the thought of being able to fly. Kitty smiled. "C'mon, let's go summon Bartimaeus."

A/n

And I'm back! Wow, it's been FOREVER since I've thought of something. Well, the gang's going to Egypt. What happens there? I have no friggin' idea. (damn) This is the best I can do for now, since I've had writers block for like two years and was writing my other stories. Reviews are very crucial here, people, so please do. Ideas and critisim are very welcome!