"you fucking prick."

the voice was scrambled in my mind.

familiar, yet not.

i felt my body being lifted. like i was floating.

then the pain, as i smashed into something.

something hard.

my head was on fire and i struggled to focus, through a haze of confusion.

"you think you can stop me, jackie. fuck you."

again floating.

again pain.

i fought to see through the haze.

the voice, now familiar, had a hating edge to it.

"you think for a moment that i would not tear you apart. rip you into a million pieces."

i know the voice.

magissa.

the haze was lifting.

i smiled.

at least i think i smiled.

"you mock me prick?"

i definitely smiled.

i felt a hand on my throat.

"i should snap your neck. tear your heart out for real and feed it to the fucking rats."

i could see her now.

i smiled again.

"hello darling."

i was flying.

unfortunately, a wall, stooped me.

i felt my breath leave me.

i was face first on the floor.

i felt knees smashing into my back.

i think my spine snapped.

lifted again.

now her face was right in front of me.

"i am stronger than you jackie. stronger than you will ever be.

you cannot stop me. you don't have what it takes to make you stronger."

she slammed me against the wall.

it didn't hurt.

i guess she did snap my spine.

she was breathing heavily.

"you ... need ... a ... mint," i gasped.

i felt myself lifted into the air and smashed into the floor.

she was kneeling over me.

"you had best pray that you did not hurt our child."

i snickered.

"child of what?"

"I will make you pay for this, jackie. i will destroy everything and everyone you have ever cared for."

"too late, bitch. i have already done that."

i could feel my body healing and it fucking hurt.

her face was inches from mine.

"your friends, your family. i will find every single one of them and i will rip their hearts out."

she lifted my head.

"and i will let you see, jackie. i will be sure that you see me fucking kill every one of them."

i tried to sit up.

it was slow and it hurt.

"you want up, prick?"

she picked me up and threw me across the room.

i slammed into the wall and fell, face first.

something broke my fall.

i raised my head and stared into the horrified, frozen face of the therapist, teagan.

my hand and arm felt wet and i stared down.

his chest was ripped open and my hand and arm were inside of him.

poor fucker.

i pushed with all my strength, feeling parts of his insides, squishing through my fingers.

i fought the urge to vomit, as i rolled over on my back.

i didn't.

'amanda?'

she was over me again.

"yes, your new little girlfriend. where is amanda?"

"leave her out of this."

magissa started laughing.

"or what? you going to hurt me?"

she picked me up with one hand.

she was so fucking strong.

"You are becoming a bit of an irritant, jack kincaid. i need to make sure that you stay out of my way for the next little while, until our love child is born."

"a hideous deformation."

magissa smiled.

"no, a lovely little girl, who will grow up fast and strong and make her mommy so proud. too bad you won't be around to see it, jackie."

"i will stop you bitch."

she let go of me and walked away.

i started to slide slowly down the wall, to the floor.

"see, its that blind and stupid determination of yours that just might make my life a little aggravated for a while."

she turned back to me, holding a cell phone.

"that is why i have to see to it that you are indisposed for a while jackie."

she dialled three numbers.

911.

i looked around.

i don't know what i was looking for.

maybe some trace of amanda, but there was nothing that would indicate she was alive or dead.

maybe she had somehow gotten away.

i tuned to teagan.

not like that poor soul.

"hello. oh my god, you answered. my name is amanda winslow."

i looked up.

she sounded just like amanda.

"you have to help me. i am at the s.t. clinic in wedgwood."

i slowly started to push myself up.

as i did, i saw a pistol on the floor next to me.

i slid back down and grabbed it.

"there is a maniac here, with a gun. he has already killed the therapist here and now he is looking for me ....

oh MY GOD.

he found me.

he has a gun."

i was nearly in a standing position, the gun aimed at magissa.

"he is aiming the gun at me. please help me. i am pregnant. i don't want him to hurt my baby."

i was furious.

convinced that she had killed amanda.

now she was mocking me.

"fuck you bitch."

"HE'S GOING TO SHOOT."

she screamed.

i roared and began firing at magissa.

i saw the cell phone hit the floor as her body shook with each bullet that entered it.

suddenly there were no more bullets.

and no more magissa.

i dropped the empty gun to the floor.

"amanda," i whispered.

i saw a single tear roll down her cheek, as she fell face first to the floor in front of me.

i fell to my knees.

i heard someone 'tut'.

i watched as magissa picked up the cell phone and crushed it in her hand.

now i felt sick, looking at the bloodied body of amanda.

i turned and threw up.

when i turned back toward amanda's body, magissa was there.

"i am sure the cops will love the story you come up with, jackie."

she stood up.

"i told you not to fuck with me. and now, look what you have done ... killed your little girlfriend."

she waved at me.

"have fun in jail. oh and by the way. i will start tonight with that sister of yours that you think is a bitch."

she blew me a kiss.

"bye bye, jackie."

and she was gone.

i crawled to amanda's body and knelt over her.

"i am so sorry."

there was a blanket on the floor near me. i put it over her body.

i didn't know what else to do or say.

i could feel my strength returning.

i knew i had to get out of here quickly and warn my sister.

it was then i heard the sirens.

"fuck," i snapped, as i struggled to my feet.

i stumbled to the door to the from office and opened it slightly.

the parking lot was filled with cop cars.

"fuck."

i knew if they arrested me, i was fucked, as far as stopping magissa went.

if i could even stop her at all.

and i still had to warn my sister, if i could.

i looked at the gun on the floor.

it was my only choice.

i walked back to it and picked it up.

i knew it was empty, but luckily, the cops didn't.

i walked out of the therapy room and to the front door of the clinic. the cops could see me through the windows.

i opened the door.

"down on your knees. your hands behind your head."

i hesitated.

"this had better work," i muttered to myself.

"DOWN ON YOUR KNEES."

i pulled the pistol from my waistband and aimed it at the cops.

my plan worked.

it hurt like hell as my body was riddled with bullets.