One down... four more to go. I have never felt so much desire to kill and that's saying something. My life has been an assassin. I kill people like these for a living. But now... my reasons are more personal. They took everything from me. I had everything. I had a life. I had a boyfriend, and it was all burned. So let it burn. Let them all burn. I throw another picture into the flames.

I'm burning the past and I'm scorching the present. I'm the living dead. I pick up my old guitar. I remember using it in college. College, heh, can you believe that shit? I went to police school. I went to school. In Hell, there's no such thing as school. I string my fingers in it. The music is coarse but still the same. The notes enter my ears. I throw another image into the fire.

You know, it's funny. I used to think having power and a horny bird was just annoying. Now... I'm getting use to this. I mean the crow is not Stolas and will never be Stolas, but... still it's nice to have a friend. One that does everything I command it to. I lift my shoulders and the crow flys out as if instantly knowing what to do. I stand up. I pull on my coat.