The pressure of the harpy's hand on his shoulder briefly added to the pain.  But that soon changed into a sense of relief as the nerves and vessels were compressed. The flow of blood slowed.  Jack concentrated on the harpy's face, since that was about all he could see anyway.  He focused on not moving, calming his pain and panic.

"Thank you.  I'm sorry I hurt you.  We made a mistake."  Jack said to his former enemy, now field medic as she knelt in the sticky liquid between them both.

His focus wavered a moment.  Fearing he may pass out, Jack needed to talk to stay conscious.  Jack darted his eyes toward the mess.  "Does this make us kin by blood somehow?"

"Should I call 911?" Bogie seemed to be addressing the empty space near the gun. "Ambulance. Paramedics. Cops. I should, right?" He dug into his pants pocket searching for his phone.

Tom shook his head to clear it, assessing the damage. "I'm okay, just a flesh wound. My shield took most of the damage. Still hurts like a rottweiler bitch, though."

He stood back up, now wearing his full angry werecat look.

He looked at the doctor, and said: "Start talking."

The expression on the doctor's face seemed to be caught somewhere between shock and fear. "They were trying to kill me!" She gestured with a shaky hand toward the harpies. "You heard her, she didn't believe me. They weren't going to stop until I was dead. I was defending myself!"

Jack twisted his head toward the good doctor and regretted that move as pain sharply increased.  "Son of a bitch!"  he exclaimed.  "Not right then.  What you did was kind of all attacky, not defendy."

"Call 911 Bodgie.  I hate bringing in the cops right now, but I think I need someone here with a medical kit."

Jack noticed blood seemed to be moving down his back.  "Umm, I think I might need another hand.  I ... I think I'm leaking out the backside too.  That, that's a good sign, right?  Means the bullet went clean through?"  He looked at his harpy medic as he blinked his eyes in wide exaggerated blinks.

"What? Yes, call 911, they need help. Jack? Jack, are you okay. Tom! I need you to tell me how bad it is" Zoey's anger subsided slightly into concern as the others began speaking. She smiled at Jack's ability to be lighthearted about the situation but she knew him well enough to know that he could smile through all kinds of pain. She took a couple of deep breaths as she kept her eyes and the barrel of the gun aimed at Karen.

{I'm sorry dear, I'm not a doctor... He probably shouldn't try to walk it off. He's not bleeding too badly, so if we can get an ambulance he should be fine.} "Unfortunately I don't have any healing spells: they tend to be... Temperamental. By the way, doctor, nice job of doing no harm. This carpet is a complete write-off." The apartment looked like a battlefield, and the carpet Tom was standing on was soaked in blood.
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Bogie quickly dialed his phone and told the dispatcher somebody had been shot at Karen's address. As he returned his phone to his pocket, he looked at Karen. "Where's all the stuff you've been buying from me?"

"What?" She seemed dazed, as if she could no longer make sense of the world around her.

"You're a doctor!" He snapped at her. "You should be helping!" Bogie spotted a familiar bag next to her desk. He dumped the contents out, grabbed a few things and went to Karen's kitchen. He returned a couple of minutes later and applied a poultice to Jack's wound. The bleeding immediately slowed down. As soon as Bogie was sure Jack was stabilized he approached Tom. "It doesn't look too bad. I can bandage it to keep bacteria out." He handed Tom a small wad of a gummy substance. "Chew on this for the pain."

Tom chewed on the gummy thing for a moment, then commented: "Thanks Zed. If this is red pepper-flavored chewing-gum, I'm gonna congratulate you on your pranking props, and then break all your bones."

Right then, phone vibrated triple-dot-double-line-triple-dot, and he took a moment to read the SMS he'd just received. While he was so occupied, the pain from the bullet wound began to subside.

"Good stuff... I'd bet the FDA never heard about it. Zoey, Krys is tied up in in some sort of trouble, possibly literally. Do you think you could blink to her? "
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Bogie's eyes grew wide. "Note to self, don't prank the kitty."



"Krystal's in trouble?" Bogie sounded concerned as he looked over Tom's shoulder and glanced at the message. "She needs help with a dollhouse?" His concern shifted to confusion. "Like a toy dollhouse? Or has she been nabbed by some evil corporation that wipes her memory and programs her to do the bidding of wealthy clients?"

Bogie suddenly realized that perhaps reading over the shoulder of somebody who could break all his bones could be considered rude. He took a step back. "Sorry, didn't mean to be nosy."

"Your guess is as good as mine... I think she used speech-to-text, that's why I was saying she could be literally tied up. Doll house might be an error, but I'm not sure what she could have said then." He looked in Zoey's direction and wrapped his own telekinesys around the gun: "I'll hold this, no worries."

Zoey looked confused at Tom for a moment, she looked at her hands and nodded as she slowly released her grip on the gun, though it continued to hang there. "Blink to her? I don't know how...like the old man...right, okay I did this once before, but I don't even know where she is, or how I could help if she really is in trouble. Okay, okay I'm sorry, focus, he definitely said I had to focus." Zoey closed her eyes and shut out the rest of the room and for the time being, she had to forget the dangers that her other friends were still in. She could only hope that if Tom was asking her to do it, it must be important and that if it wasn't she'd be able to find her way back somehow. She focused on Krystal's image in her mind and did all the things the old man told her to do the last time she "blinked" and with a long deep breath Zoey calmly opened her eyes to find her surroundings had completely changed.

On candy stripe legs the Spiderman comes
Softly through the shadow of the evenin' sun
Stealin' past the windows of the blissfully dead
Looking for the victim shivering in bed
Searchin' out fear in the gathering gloom
And suddenly a movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do when I realize with fright
That the Spiderman is having me for dinner tonight

Lullaby ~ The Cure

Krystal was almost disappointed as she closed the back patio door and zipped her leather case closed. Looking around the home she'd followed Paul to, she was kind of hoping the interior would be full of drug paraphernalia and be trashed out. In fact, his place was organized, fairly neat and clean. Save for a few soda cans, in various stages of empty, it almost looked like no one really lived here.

Not wanting to turn on a light, in case Paul came back, she produced a small flashlight and made the beam extra narrow. The entertainment center probably cost more than the furniture and- Is that a turn table? To the side, away from the large speakers, was a new and expensive vinyl player. Without thinking she opened the cabinet underneath out of reflex more than thought.

"Are you serious?" she whispered looking through the record collection that was clearly grouped by genre. She actually glazed over the typical Led Zeppelin, Johnny Cash and Black Sabbath which were obviously vintage but stopped when she found a few gems that were clearly new albums bought just to have a vinyl record of, "Florence and the Machine? Big Lebowski? Toadies!?" she had to fight the urge to load one up on the player right now.

Shaking her head, Krystal put everything back and closed the cabinet. She turned to and aimed the light on a large dark square on the wall. It was a 36 inch square canvas. It depicted a man whose head was missing. The shirt collar was only a dark void and floating above it was a prism refracting light. Behind him, only showing her back, was a woman whose dress and body alike faded into a shower of black rock and gem stones.  The whole thing made Krystal feel sorry for the man who had to wear so many faces and the woman who missed the light he could bring to her world. She'd never seen anything like it, and looking closer she saw no name in the corner.

A few more pieces of art could be found, some by recognizable artists and a few in that strange human and elemental hybrid. She had to resist a new urge and not steal one for her own wall. "Great, now I don't know if I'm hoping I found a big bad or a boyfriend."

Several minutes later, Krystal was drinking a Belgian import from his fridge and looking through his sketch book. She found a lot of drawings of different women and had yet to find anything feminine in the house. She assumed he was single and had to force herself back on task. Only now she was hoping she didn't find anything at all. Her interests had gone from professional to personal in less than a half hour and now she wanted to stalk him for different reasons.

Telling herself this was stupid, and she should go, she started to leave his bedroom when she passed another door she hadn't opened yet. Passing the bathroom she went down a hall and opened what appeared to be an office and workout room. A large TV would keep him entertained while he was on the stair climbing elliptical thing. While 2 more doors were in the room she felt she wasn't going to find anything and started to close it, ready to leave this place and take the beer bottle with her.

Where's his porn? The thought hit her like a rain drop on a cloudy day. She hadn't found any porn yet, and this guy clearly lived alone so he had to be into something. Slipping back into the huge office and study she went to the first door on the left and found it was a large bathroom with a standing shower, double sink and a large step down tub. Closing that she started across to the other door and found it to be a large walk in closet with a book case of videos just inside the door. "Bingo!"

As a single man he had no reason to hide his collection and Krystal was pleased to see a few of his movies were also in her collection. "We could totally act out-" she stopped and looked around the large, empty, closet. Why would a study have a walk in closet? She leaned out of the closet, Jenna Haze video still in her hand, and looked at the large master-like bathroom. Her heart started to drop as something didn't add up anymore.

Blatantly stuffing the video into her purse she walked back to Paul's small bedroom, walking past the second bathroom to get there. She opened his closet again, remember having looked through his clothes while trying to decide what shirt she would want to wake up wearing. The closet was small and full of clothes, or so it looked. With one arm she pressed half the clothes aside and exposed a two-foot section of paneling. In fact, it was the only paneling in the house.

"Damn it."

It took her all of 3 minutes to find the hidden release and the stairs that led to a basement she should have realized was there. At the bottom of the stairs she found the set of Breaking Bad. Tubes and bottles were connected to a nightmarishly complex system that would be the envy of any mad scientist. Vials of what was probably Lix sat next to ink mixes that Paul would probably be using to tattoo someone with soon.

As if that wasn't bad enough, a gorgeous raven haired woman, with blue/green fairy wings was laying forward at an incline. She seemed asleep, her head resting on a horse shoe shaped pillow and her wings folded up like elegant origami. Krystal grew sick with anger and realized she'd grabbed the table to steady herself. Of all the horrors she'd seen there was only one thing that still terrified her and seeing this fae-esque girl bound and unconscious took her to dark places she still hadn't escaped. In that moment she decided, Paul needed to die.
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Her mouth dry and numb, heart racing and fear gripping her throat Krystal ran to the para and tried to rouse her. "Hey. Hey! Are you okay? I'm going to get you out of here." she started looking at the restraints to see if there was a way to undo them.

The woman groaned and slowly opened her eyes. "Don't let him find you here. He'll hurt you." Her words came out slurred. She was obviously drugged and there were several needle marks evident on her body. She was dressed only in a white slip. The leather straps that bound her hands and feet to the table looked like the kind of restraints used for violent mental patients.

Krystal's stomach turned as details of the moment came trickling in. Her words. Her track marks. Her wardrobe. Something in the back of her mind was screaming that she'd forgotten something as her hand, shaking uncontrollably, tried to work on the heavy restraint. The thick leather moved slowly and was so long she had to keep pulling several times, all the while she tried to calm the woman. "He can't hurt me..." she almost added anymore than I've been hurt. but that was probably not a good way to calm this captive down. "I'm not leaving you here. That's final."

I forgot something. I forgot something.

The voice in her head wouldn't shut up. Looking around Krystal didn't see the beer she'd had in her hand just moments before. She couldn't remember where she'd set it down and the idea of Paul finding it and knowing someone was probably in his home made her hands grow cold and numb. "I'm Krystal. What's your name?" she could hear the tremble in her own voice and pushed on. Finally the first wrist restraint gave way and she moved around, hands rubbing together as if she were freezing, and began to tug away on the three inch leather on the other side.

The harpy moved her freed hand very slowly, as if it felt much heavier than it was. "I'm called Aello."

Krystal took note of the woman moving her hand sluggishly and started to look around for a wheelchair or something she could use. With all this equipment around there had to be-

Her hands slipped from the heavy leather but she stopped, frozen in place and listening. Holding her breath she lingered there wondering if she heard a noise upstairs or didn't. Her heart was now racing and she tapped the cuff she'd been trying to undo, experimentally trying to duplicate the sound she thought she might have heard.

Lingering for several more heartbeats she finally gave up and went back to her work with undoing the next cuff. "That's a very pretty name. I'm Krystal." Clearly forgetting she'd already introduced herself.

Calling for help! That's what I forgot to do! Krystal finished the second cuff and started to go for her purse now conflicted, would it matter if she spent a few more minutes to undo Aello's ankles and then dug out her cell phone? What if something happened while she was calling Tom for help and Aello couldn't run away? "No. We're getting out of here." she said to herself more than the fae captive. Dropping she thumped her knee on the hard floor and ignored the shot of pain as she quickly started on the ankle straps. At first they seemed backwards to her, then she realized she was just working on them from the inside of Aello's legs when the person would have secured them standing on the outside of the victim's legs. "Almost done." she said, glancing up to see if this young woman was recovering at all.

The door at the top of the stairs suddenly slammed shut, and Krystal could hear it being locked and bolted. She stood and almost ran over, but stopped herself and thought for a moment. Turning back to Aello, she decided getting the girl's bonds off were more important right now and she continued on the ankle restraints. "Okay, chances are we're locked down here. But don't worry. If there is one thing I know, it's locks!" she said confidently.

Once Aello was freed Krystal did her best to hold the girl up and she looked for a wheelchair or even rolling office chair to put her in. Finding nothing she looked for a folding chair, a bar stool or even a trash can. "Seriously?" There really wasn't anything like that around.

"Here." Krystal noticed the girl wasn't wearing shoes and had her hold onto the lab station for balance. "I'll be right back." she rushed up the steps to  find just a flat metal door with a pull handle on it. Pushing against it she felt the door was secured from the other side. No lock to pick. Not even a door knob to turn. "Okay, this guy's put way too much thought into this."

Fire code would require there to be a window, but Paul had clearly sealed that up from the inside with bolts. Looking around for a tool kit she found nothing. Not even real lab equipment in the basement save for the glass and rubber tubing. Her head started to swim as her heart raced. Realizing Paul had probably removed anything that could be used as a tool or weapon as a fail safe she growled in frustration and felt her legs almost buckle in what she assumed was emotions she didn't have time for right now.

Looking for anything that could be a way out she saw the air vents along the ceiling were leaving an obvious white mist and dissipated as it filled the room. Her head swam a bit more and realized her previous disorientations were probably the effects of whatever gas was being pumped into the room.

"Who is this guy? Edgler Vess?" Krystal looked over to see Aello was on the ground and clearly unconscious. With the drugs in her body and the drugs being pumped into the room the girl might not actually make it. Krystal stumbled over to her, stripping off her shirt and folding it over a few times. As darkness edged at her vision she wasn't even sure if she was going to do anything to help, but she had to try. Covering Aello's face, Krystal got comfortable on the cold stone floor. She draped her body across the winged girl's and relaxed her arm so the make shift mask would stay as best it could. Laying, as if to take a cuddle nap, she pulled her phone and had to do the unlock pattern three times.

One page over was a page of contacts and she tapped the black and red Thundercats logo. Hitting voice to text she muttered. "Help. Paul's house. Help." she hit send and cursed as Tom was sent the message of Help with doll house. Help. "Dumb smart phone." she let it drop, hoping it would lock before anyone could find it and whispered to Aello, "I'm sorry. But I'm here... we're getting out of here... together..." she meant to say more but fell asleep before she could add, or not at all. Her last thought turned to Zoey, who was clearly Paul's last victim. As if in a dream she tried to reach out to the ghost girl, I'm sorry, Zoey. I almost had him. I hope you'll forgive me.

Zoey opened her eyes and found herself in a home that looked like it needed a serious fashion update. The furniture had bright colors and unattractive patterns, with a closer look she spotted some plaid bell bottoms thrown across the couch. "Am I in the 70's?" Zoey said with confusion before she noticed that the building she was in was structurally built exactly the same as where she'd been standing with Tom, Jack and the Harpies. "Oh no...I'm in that other place...okay, okay let's try again, I do not want to get stuck here" She clenched her eyes together and tried re-focusing on Krystal and the realm of the living. As she hopefully began travelling closer she heard many voices and other strange noises passing by, Zoey kept her eyes closed as she tried not to lose her concentration. She suddenly thought she could hear Krystal, it was almost too good to be true and Zoey couldn't be clear if it was actually Krystal trying to reach her or if she was imagining it in her own mind. It got clearer the more she focused in on her voice, I'm sorry, Zoey. I almost had him. I hope you'll forgive me.

Finally Zoey opened her eyes once more, "Krystal!" she was about to rush over to her side before taking note of how she was laying, and how both the women were dressed, "Erm Krystal? Am I like...interrupting something here?" She looked around a bit more and saw the restraints on the table, "Okaaaay. You learn something new about people everyday hunh, I mean I'm not overly surprised and certainly no judgement, I guess, but really? You're own sex dungeon? And you named it the doll house, yeah I get it, it's clever" Zoey heard a door and moved to look at the man now entering the room, she glanced back over at Krystal, "I knew you swung both ways! This is getting awkward, maybe I shoul--wait, Paul?" Zoey watched closely as Paul walked into the room and approached the girls. He bent over and grabbed the harpy's wrist briefly and then placed two fingers on her neck for a moment before pushing her aside slightly. "Oh she's a harpy...oh god, like the other girls said. Shit, this isn't good is it" As Zoey watched helplessly, Paul picked up Krystal's unconscious body and took her over to the table, slowly he began strapping her into the restraints pulling on each one rather firmly. "Oh no, no. Krystal! Krys! Wake up! Damnit!" Zoey started looking around frantically for options. She ran up and tried undoing the restraints but her hand just sailed right through everything. She took a deep breath and reached for the strap again to no avail, "Why isn't this working!"

Paul walked right through Zoey like she wasn't there. He stopped suddenly and shivered. He looked around for a moment and then shook his head as he went to pick up Krystal's cell phone from the floor. He let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at the phone and slammed it on the table. He picked up a syringe and some vials and moved back toward Krystal.

"Her phone! Right! Oh please work" Zoey ran over and tried to pick up the phone, but her hand passed through it. "C'mon, c'mon!" She closed her eyes and concentrated on the phone. She reached for it again but instead of grabbing it, she fell into it. It was similar to the way she had fallen into Bogie earlier. "Did I just possess the phone?"

The phone list up but, Paul was too occupied with Krystal to notice. It was as if Zoey was mentally in control of the phone and could will it to do things. She searched for the last number dialed and sent Tom a text.

::PAUL's house, she meant Paul's House. Hurry Tom, she's in serious danger, I can't help her.::

After the text message was sent, the phone's menu switched back to contacts and called Tom. Zoey left the line open so Tom would be able to hear what was going on. At that point, Zoey tried to will herself out of the phone but, it didn't work. She was feeling weak after all the exertion of possessing Bogie and ghostly travel. A lot of new powers all at once had overwhelmed her. Please don't let me be stuck here forever, she thought.

Tom read Zoey's message... And he facepalmed. "She didn't... Did she? Well, of course she did, who am I kidding? Alright, so, news from Zoey: Krystal is at Paul's house, and she's in trouble. What do we do with the police? They don't much like it when you bail on them."

As if on cue, sirens could be heard approaching and would probably arrive at the doctor's house in mere minutes. Bogie looked around at the chaos in the room. "The cops aren't gonna let anybody go anywhere once they walk in on all of this. By the time we can explain and convince them to send somebody to help Krystal... it could be too late. In my experience, the cops don't jump at the chance to help people like us." Bogie gestured to indicate himself, the harpies and Tom. "And Jack's rapport with them is even worse." He turned to Tom. "Go. You guys have gotta save Krys. I'll babysit the injured," he pointed at the blonde. "And the crazy," he said, shifting his attention to the doctor. As much as he wanted to join them to save the cute girl, Bogie wasn't sure how much help he could actually be, and somebody needed to talk to the cops. "Get out of here, before the black and whites start pulling up outside."

"Right then... Time to make myself scarce. Good luck." With that, Tom went back to his natural form.
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When Krys came to, she found herself strapped to the same table that had once held the harpy. Aello was slumped in a heap on the floor. The fact that Paul hadn't bothered to tie his other victim up wasn't a good sign. Paul was sitting next to Krystal holding a syringe that he was using to draw blood from Krystal's arm. He had apparently already filled three small vials with her blood and was finishing up the fourth when Krys regained consciousness.

There was no point in pulling on the straps, she'd already seen how secure they were. Glancing down to check on her clothing situation she noticed she was dressed just as she was when she passed out. Her shirt was still crumpled on the floor where she had tried to use it as a mask but nothing else had been removed, not even her shoes. Still, that didn't prove anything to her.

Her eye's fell to Aello unable to tell if she was alive or dead. "If she's dead..." she had to concentrate just to swallow, her mouth as dry as if she'd coated it with extra rich peanut butter. "You're dead." It was hard to sound threatening when you couldn't work your tongue very well.

"I don't think you're in a position to threaten me right now." Paul smiled. "But I like your spunkiness. It's cute."

"Oh, if you think I'm cute now? I'm going to be a goddamned beauty queen when I finally get out of here." she made sure not to struggle while there was a needle in her arm, but she couldn't just stay quiet either. Sucking on her tongue for a moment she finally pulled enough moisture to speak a full thought. "I'm surprised I'm still dressed. Or is this just the first thing you like to poke us with." her eyes flitted to Aello in nothing but a glorified t-shirt and then made the motions and noise but failed to produce anything that she could actually spit on Paul with.

A puzzled expression crossed Paul's face as he pulled the needle out of Krystal's arm. He followed her eyes to glance at Aello. "You think..." He shook his head. "I didn't have sex with that." The last word held a hint of disgust. "It isn't human. I won't claim my sexual tastes run strictly vanilla but, I draw a line at bestiality." He gave Krys a sideways look. "Is that the kind of thing you're into, Krystal?" He glanced at her wallet sitting open in front of him with her ID on display. "But you're not human, either." He held the last vial of blood in front of the light and studied it for a moment. "I'm not familiar with what you are but, I'll figure it out." He started packing the vials of blood in a small travel case. "You could save me some time and just tell me but, where's the fun in that?"

Krystal felt a twist of emotions. On the one hand he didn't deny being the type of man that she hated and feared, memories threatening to punch through an emotional scar that had never truly healed. However, he didn't see paras as human, so that meant she was safe as long as he thought of her as an animal. She didn't know if she was a coward for wanting to play into that, or a survivor because she was willing to use it.

This brought up the second issue that was bothering Krys. He said she wasn't human either. Krystal had never thought of herself as anything but a human with psychic gifts but if Paul was right that meant he had a way of knowing and that she might be more than human. As a para-sympathizer, due to her gifts, she was now questioning just how much of her was truly normal.

If it would keep him from touching her, she was willing to play along at least. With a smile she answered his question, "Gee. You're the zoo keeper. Ever see a tiger complain it wasn't born in India, so it should really be called Canadian, Tiger? No. We just leave that to the experts." she licked the inside of her mouth again and just watched what he did with her blood, trying to commit things to memory.

"A zookeeper? How incredibly common." He sounded insulted. "Every great painting starts out as nothing more than an empty canvas and paint in jars. In the hands of most people, that's all they'll ever be. Give those tools to a man with unique vision and you get the Mona Lisa or the Sistine Chapel. I'm an artist, my dear. I happen to prefer a living canvas. I take the mundane and turn it into something more, something... beautiful."

Looking over the various lab equipment Krystal tried to come up with how it was supposed to work. "So, what's the goal here, Paul? Rid the world of people who love paras one magic tattoo at a time?

"I wasn't trying to get rid of anyone," he answered. "Their previous exposure to an imperfect version of Lix created a weakness that made a few of my clients unable to accept my gift. They were only a small minority of the people I worked on. You shouldn't see their sacrifice as a waste. Karen is a transplant surgeon. She was able to harvest their organs and use them to save others. Her work is its own kind of art form, and I don't mind supporting a fellow artist."

Krystal could have kicked herself for not going with the artist angle. She'd been so wrapped up in seeing him as the real monster he was, she forgot to try and appeal to his... what? Ego? Id? She was about to say something, to try and talk to him as one artist to the next but the fear that he'd see her as something he'd be willing to satisfy his desires with, made her skin grow cold. Krys stayed silent, trying to think up a new angle.

Paul stood up and began to pack up some of the inks and other vials in the room. "I don't expect people today to understand. The genius of most artists isn't recognized by their own generation. When my clients start having children with gifted abilities, they'll thank me for saving the human race. For turning it into more than it ever dreamed it could be." He shot a glance toward the harpy who was still lying motionless on the floor. "And for ensuring that it isn't dominated by lesser species."

"Now I'm confused!" She swallowed her fear, hoping Tom would figure out her message sooner than later. Maybe they were on their way. If so she should probably be using what time she had to get information out of him. To do that, she might have to make him think she was more human than para. Would he do things to her then? It didn't seem practical, at least not right at this moment. She went through a few worst case scenarios in her mind having had years of nightmares to draw from. Her eyes glanced to Aello, her will reaching and trying to get the girl to stir, or shudder. Anything to indicate the fae was alive. Suddenly, that seemed more important than her dignity. "So, You WANT people to have abilities? Like me. But you said I'm not human. So how will giving people abilities like mine let them stay human? Won't you just be turning normal people into us?" she couldn't help but bite her lip on that one not sure how this was going to go.
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"No! It isn't the same thing," Paul exclaimed as he pointed at the harpy. "That was NEVER human!" He was practically yelling at Krys now, and every muscle in his body had grown tight and tense. Clearly, she had struck a nerve. "I am NOTHING like that." He took a deep breath and when he spoke again, some of his calm had returned. "As entertaining as you are, I don't have time for this. I'm sure whoever you called is racing over here on their white horse and, Chicago traffic will only slow them down so long." He picked up her phone and noticed the line was open. "How did you..." He shot Krys an angry look as he brought the phone up to his face. His voice was dark and cold as he spoke into it. "Good luck getting here in time." He clicked the phone off, and then dropped it into a jar of cloudy liquid. The phone instantly sparked and popped as the liquid seemed to sizzle around it.

Zoey felt a jolt as the phone shorted out, and then she found herself promptly ejected from it. She was once again in her ethereal state in the basement with Krys and Paul.

Krystal thrashed against her bonds, "You MONSTER! My insurance doesn't cover water damage." she tried not to light up seeing Zoey there all of a sudden. Not knowing the full situation she smiled expecting the Cavalry any second now, "Fine. Philosophy aside. Let's pretend you're right. You're taking our blood. Turning it into Lix and adding that to your inks. Then... what? You do some magic spell to active the compound and hope someone gives birth to an immortal blonde?" she lowered her voice to a fake whisper, "Save the Cheerleader. Save the world."
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"It's not the water you should be worried about now," Paul said. "It's the fire." He scooped a few more items up and put them into a backpack along with the vials of Krystal's blood. After slipping the pack over one shoulder, he approached Krystal. "I imagine burning to death is a painful way to go. I could give you a sedative, if you'd like."

"Fire? Wait, wait. Can't you just douse the place in bleach? I don't think there is need for a fire. I mean, you'll end up burning your source of Lix. I mean, that's what this is all about, right? Harvesting blood so you can sell it like that guy on that vampire show. God, what was that kids name." Krystal actually seemed trouble by the fact she couldn't remember. She asked Paul, "I'm sure you saw the show, right? Had Anna Paquin. But she was horrible. The blond vampire was hot. The Sheriff? Man, what was that show... Vampire blood as a drug. C'mon. It's probably where you got this whole idea" She was not only trying to stall for time but hoping to get just a thread of information. With Zoey here she didn't need to survive, so long as someone got the information to the group.

It took a Zoey a moment to process what had happened when she finally popped back out of the phone, shaking off the dizzy spell she quickly gathered her surroundings again. "Krystal! Thank god you're okay. What should I do? I'm still weak, I don't know how to help. Oh, but Tom should totally be on the way. We're gonna get you out of this, I promise." She glared at Paul, as much as she wanted to take him on head to head she had no idea what he was capable of, or what she was capable of at this point. "Just keep him distracted or something, I'm not gonna let anyone else die because of this" Zoey stepped up next to Krystal and began focusing slowly on undoing one of her wrists from the restraints.
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"Fire has a cleansing effect," Paul said. "Turning everything to ash and allowing for rebirth." He looked at Krystal one last time. One of the restraints seemed loose so he pulled it tight. "No sedative? I admire your bravery. Or are you somebody who enjoys pain?" He walked over to the harpy and picked her up. "I almost wish we had more time together." Paul began to walk up the stairs with Aello in his arms.