i saw you, thief! {micah}

[Nirvana (DELETED 5978)]

Nirvana was a woman of 5”3’. Quite skinny for her age of eighteen, she was one of those people that loved health, absolutely thrived off it. She had been doing gymnastics, swimming clubs since she was eight and since she turned sixteen she went to the gym, got qualifications in P.E and Health. She was quite bright for her age. She loved to work out, somehow managed to scrape a job at Sullys Gym, she works part time but it was money – enough money to pay a little off her debt each month. She was as Canadian as they got. She lived on the edge of Cherrydale. Nothing special, just a one bedroom flat. Nothing quite like a three day old Chinese to make you feel better after making others feel better at the workplace.

Tonight though, Nirvana was on her way to the Gym. She had a night shift – this gym was one of those fancy gyms that was open twenty four hours, to cater to the people that worked odd hours and still wanted to get fit. Nirvana didn’t mind. She wore black leggings and a black sports bra which was slightly shown by her see through white tee shirt, she looked like someone from Flashdance. Her red hair was down against her shoulders, scraping against the skin that was revealed. Her chocolate hues looked both ways for traffic as she crossed the road. Her mother had taught her the green cross code. Actually, she had drilled it into her. It had worked though; some of the people that lived in Harper Rock were reckless. Her mother worried. The crime rate was slowly on the rise, the news blamed it on the slow rise of gangsters hitting the streets but Nirvana had a feeling in her stomach that there was more at play.

A red 1980’s Sudan sped past her, whipping her red hair over her facial features. The woman spun around on her heel and shook her fist at the guy, it was the only thing she could do. The guy was already turning the next corner. ’Stupid drivers…’ She muttered under her breathe as she turned onto Newborough. Clutching her satchel bag closer to her hip. She knew there was a den of gangsters here, this place was like danger central. Nasty stuff happened here. Though its reputation was slightly dulled tonight, as she walked through the street with wary glances everywhere, the streets were eerily quiet. She lifted her wrist to her eye line to look at the time. 10.45, great she had fifteen minutes to get to the gym. She quickened her pace. She didn’t want to be late again, she was last night. She had got a bollocking.

Nirvana would never make it to her shift, actually – she would never go back there. The woman heard the smash first. The sound of glass pattering against the sidewalk. She turned her gaze to the left in enough time to see a man entering a building. She blinked, common sense would say to carry on walking; don’t put yourself into immediate danger but Nirvana lacked common sense. She turned from the heading she was originally on and began to head for the building. Her hand was plunged deep inside her satchel as she began to fish around for her cellular device. She needed it, she had a well hatched out plan of calling the cops.

Slipping inside the window, she was sure not to step on any broken glass and give herself away. God, she didn’t want to think what would happen. She followed the man down a narrow corridor trying her hardest to keep out of sight. Her lips dried. She still fumbled for that phone until her hands touched it she pulled it out, about to dial the number – but the device dropped out of her hand, and onto the floor of the building. She looked at it, broken on the floor dumbfounded. Then she looked up at the male she had been following only to find him staring at her with inquisitive eyes. She gulped. Flushing pink in the cheeks.

[Micah]

Micah hadn’t missed this ****. Not at all. Breaking and entering wasn’t all that earth shattering in the excitement department but he had a list. Several lists actually, of items that various faction members had given him that needed filled. Everything was on them from the easier to get items to the more difficult ones like steel blocks. His grandchilde had specifically requested those so she could craft him ammo. Trust him to pick the one kind that required the hardest to get block but she didn’t ask him for much. Getting her the items on her list was a priority after everything that she did for him.

The first few buildings were easy and he was in and out in less than ten minutes. Several items were crossed off of the lists. He didn’t get nearly enough for everyone so they’d have to make do with what he did manage, or share. But the night was young yet and he still had several places to go to. It was his hope that he would have a good run. Micah loved nights like that. It certainly made his job that much easier. Eventually he had to call Bunny and hand some stuff off to her to take back to the Eyrie to store in a lockbox. His own fault for not checking his bag before he set out. Or he could blame it on the mountain of knockouts that Aysel had unloaded on him. He hadn’t bothered to count and now he was wishing that he had.

Once Bunny was gone he headed for the other side of the city. The routine was familiar to him by now having walked this very path so many times before. Sure he could have taken the train to cut his time in half but some nights he needed the time to clear his head. This was one of those nights. Not that he was troubled exactly, but sometimes he needed to get his thoughts in order and taking a walk on a night such as this one was always helpful.

Before he knew it he was standing in front of one of the buildings he needed to hit. A glance around told him he was alone. Or so he thought. Micah never saw the woman that appeared behind him as he broke into the building that loomed above him. At first everything was going as it should. He’d managed to snag a couple of the steel blocks that he needed and even a couple other things on the list. As he was getting ready to turn the corner when he heard something hit the floor and he turned around to find that he had been followed.

Micah opened his mouth to give her a piece of his mind but the sound of feet hitting the floor at a fast pace had him fumbling in his back for a knockout bomb. But it wasn’t just one guard - it was several and it took more than just one. Once the guards lay knocked out on the floor at his feet he turned his attention back to the female who was just standing there. “What the **** are you trying to do? Get us both arrested?!”

[Nirvana (DELETED 5978)]

She didn’t realise that dropping her phone would have such a huge impact upon her life – that it would turn into something more, that it could essentially end up being the death of her. Chocolate hues stared wide at the man, as he in turn stared at her but there was something else about his gaze. It was stern, cold, detached. Yet, there was something else, anger. He was quick to react to the sound of running footsteps. Nirvana wanted to run away at that point, the man was distracted as he searched for something deep within his pockets. Nirvana could only blink as she slowly but surely got her body moving. It wasn’t much but it was something – she took a wobbly step back, then again.

That was when she saw it, there was something in his hand. Was it, it was.. “Sir! Mr Guard! He has a bom—“ It was too late, the man had been quick on his feet and had wrangled two of the guards into his embrace and knocked them out. Residue smoke enveloped the scene as Nirvana swatted her own hands back and forth and gave off a cough. The fun wasn’t over yet though, the man was already grabbing a few more knock outs as two more guards entered the scenes. These guys had guns. It looked like they were dancing, but Micah had gotten to them too, took them both out with no issues.

He turned on her then, after he had finished subduing the guards and he looked MAD. He asked her if she was trying to get them arrested she shook her head fiercely. Her feet were not glued to the floor anymore. She could clamber over the pile of unconscious bodies and make her way into the building. She gave a cautious glance to the bodies, then to the man. “No. I followed you. You were the one breaking the law..” She said… with that she held her bag around her frame a little tighter and pushed her way past Micah and began to run down the hall.

She didn’t know where she was going, it was probably a cooperate building which meant there was little offices throughout the building –and one of them had to have a working phone. Nirvana had an advantage, because she worked In the gym – she had a fair bit of stamina. She used to do cross country running in her training, she could run for long periods of time but the office building was not a field that you could run through there was hurdles. She dived to the left and slipped into an office – closed the blinds and gasped for air. She slid down to the ground, listening out to see if he was following her – if he wasn’t great she’d call the cops. If he was? She’d call the cops somehow.

[Micah]

His eyes followed her every move, watching to see what she would do next. This timid little creature really had no clue what she had just stumbled on and Micah was pissed that she had ruined his chance to slip in and out of the building unnoticed. “Breaking the law? Cute. So you just decide to follow me in here and in doing so make yourself an accomplice to my crime?” Was she nervous? Thats how she was coming across, the way her eyes darted around the room, taking in the pile of unconscious bodies on the ground at his feet. “Curiosity killed the cat you know.”

When she ran past him he let her go. While she was clueless on the layout of the building he wasn’t. He’d spent enough time breaking into buildings on a regular basis that he could tell which corridor led to where and where all the best hiding spots were. She didn’t have a hope in hell of hiding from him. Besides - she wasn’t trying to be quiet. Her footsteps sounded like they were mere inches in front of him, not halfway down the hall. A quiet chuckled echoed through the otherwise silent building. Why did they always run from him? No matter, it just made the end result all the more satisfying.

Micah took his time going after her, stopping every so often to pick a lock or grab something left on the floor. Most of it was useless items that had more than enough of but he managed to find one of those elusive steel blocks, the very thing that had brought him to this particular building. He tucked it into his bag and moved on allowing the sound of her racing heartbeat to guide him like a beacon in the night.

For such a big man he was actually really quiet. His feet barely made a sound as he moved through the corridor. Another vampire might be able to hear him if they were listening but a human certainly wouldn’t. The sound of her beating heart had grown louder and as he stood in the doorway of a room tucked back into the corner, he knew he’d found her. A grin spread across his face. “I know you’re in here little girl. You should come out.” He stepped into the room fully. “I’ve got you phone. All I wanna do is return it, and talk to you. Ain’t gonna hurt you.” He lied. But she didn’t have to know that.

[Nirvana (DELETED 5978)]

She didn’t know how long she sat there, waiting to see if this man, whoever he was would find her. She didn’t hear anything after waiting for five minutes with her knees brought to her chest. She grunted and began to clamber her way out from underneath a desk she had wedged herself under. Mane of fire covered over her face, the tips were wavy.. That was when she stood up, looking through the small office area for a phone, going through each cubicle. Until she found a small white phone in the far right corner of the small office area. She dialled the number she had memorised from when she was but a child and let the dial tone hang in there air.

“911, what’s your emergency?” “There’s a man, in a building. He took down two of the guards, I followed him in. I don’t know why.” “You are speaking too quickly, what’s going one.” “I think he’s a murderer ma’am” ”Where are you?” “I don’t know the name of the building; it’s near Sully’s Gym. Please hurry, I think he killed the guards.” – The phone went dead and Nirvana was left staring helplessly at the handset. She slowly turned her head around and quickly ducked and out of sight as the largely built man stood inside the doorway.

The man’s voice echoed into the room, promising her that he wouldn’t hurt her and that he only wanted to give her back her phone. She almost believed him, red hair clung to her pink skin through beads of sweat as she gnawed on the inside of her mouth, deliberating what to do. What to say, could she try and run again, would he find her again like he had just done?

Decisions, Decisions.

She stood then, on her wobbly legs. “I’ve called the police.” She made sure there was enough space between them, if she had to make a mad dash. “They should be here soon.” She said again.

[Micah]

Using the phone was a mistake. She might have been speaking softly but he heard every single word as if she was standing right there with him. Her voice was like a beacon in the night and he used it to guide him to her location. But first he needed to end that connection. Working as quickly as possible he found the line that connected to the wall jack and watched the phone on the wall. Grabbing the cord he pulled. The line in use light went out, ending her call for assistance. Perfect.

Time was of the essence now. The cops were on their way and it wouldn’t take them long to find the building they were currently in. The night guards weren’t going to be an issue as Micah had already knocked them out. They’d remain that way for awhile giving him ample time to grab the girl and go. The building was silent now as she had most likely already discovered that the phone was useless. It was her own fault really for making such a stupid decision.

Micah started making his way back towards her location. He had a general idea of where she was when he had taken the detour to kill the phone. And then just had to go and make it even easier for him by opening her mouth to inform him she’d called the police. Like he didn’t already know that. He kept quiet though. She wasn’t going to find out what he was until it was too late for her.

Coming up behind her was the best thing to do but when he finally got a look at where she was he saw just how little room there was. A glance at the clock on the wall told him there was only a few minutes till the hour changed. Making a decision he wrapped the shadows around his body rendering him invisible from her sight and carefully moved around her until he was directly at her back. The minutes ticked by and at the stroke of the hour change the shadows fled from his form and as they did his arm was around her neck and his hand was over her mouth. “I wish you hadn’t of done that. Now you’ve given me no choice. You’re coming with me.” Without waiting for her to protest he started dragging her towards the exit located just down the hall.

[Nirvana (DELETED 5978)]

Nirvana didn’t know what she had gotten herself into, by following the man into the building, she didn’t know the man in front of her was a creature of death. The grim reaper, so to speak. Her time had come, and she was about to die. She could feel it her bones. An underlying fear in the pit of her stomach, it spoke to her. It told her that this man was no ordinary man, and it scared her straight to the bone, yet her face was a mask of clarity. The woman kept her features straight, an eyebrow raised to the man she had threatened him with the cops. Something simple. He was a thief, and she was doing justice – but deep down, she knew it wasn’t going to be a happy ending for her. She wouldn’t see the justice she sought.

She tried to hear footsteps in the distance, hoping that the cops hadn’t been far away and they were close to them, to her. All she knew this man could be a murderer. She had seen him steal; he could essentially kill her because she could identify him in a line out. Since seen that in a program once, not sure if they still did those kinds of things. She saw him glance at a clock, she followed his gaze watched the small hand of the clock slowly move, when she dragged her hue back, he was gone.

Nirvana frantically looked around for the man, red hair swished from side to side as she made sure he wasn’t behind her, she moved a little around the desk and didn’t see him. Perhaps he had finally fled, knowing her cop threat was real – but that wasn’t happened. She heard his voice – saying how she shouldn’t have done that. She was about to spin around and face him but the arm was around her neck and the palm of his hand clapped across her face muffling any angry shouts, or screams from the little human.

“letgoofme!” She muffled as she kicked and screamed in the vampires, cold vice grip as she was inevitably dragged away from the scene.

[Micah]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Micah> She felt so fragile. Her kicks didn’t phase him at all, and the sound of her screaming was easy for him to ignore. Time was short and he knew that he only had a few minutes to get her out of the building and down into the sewers. When the police got there he planned to be long gone, hostage in tow. Micah had no idea what the **** he was going to do with her but he was pissed off, and that was never a good thing. Killing her was starting to look like the best option he had. Besides she was a ginger, and gingers were the motherucking devil.

<Nirvana> The tiny little human kicked within the larger man’s embrace. His arms, and hands were wrapped around her so tightly when he carted her off that she felt like the oxygen was suddenly cut off from her lungs. The woman was determined to get out of his grasp but she didn’t know how. The red head finally gave up after another minute or so of writhing and just went limp. She fett like saying ‘you win.’ but she didn’t. Her lips were sealed. Her eyes were staring at what was in front of them. The sirens of the police cars were drawing closer. “What are you going to do with me.” Was all she said, after another minute of no struggling. Nirvana seemed to have given up all hope of escaping the vice like grip.

<Micah> The cool night air hit him in the face as he slipped out of the building. She’d stopped fighting him by now but letting her go was just no longer an option. She hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary really, but she’d tried to have him thrown in jail by calling the cops. He hadn’t seen the inside of a jail in years and he wasn’t about to start going down that path again. Just up ahead Micah could see the sewer cover already left ajar by someone else. Good. it would save him time now. He chuckled darkly as he kicked the cover out of the way. “Oh darlin bless your heart. You ain’t scared are ya?” His head dropped down close to her ear. “You should be.” And without warning he jumped down into the hole, grip on her as tight as ever.

<Nirvana> He spoke and she couldn’t help but listen. His accent it wasn’t from around here. She had to ask. “Are you like, American?” She found herself laughing. Laughing at death itself. Nirvana was a brave thing when she wanted to be. She had to be. She had heard the tales of people going missing around Harper Rock. Her friend Cindy had just upped and vanished. People had said she moved away, but the redhead had been skeptical. “Why would I be scared?” Lie. “I took self defense lessons.” Lie. “I can kick your ***, jackass.” Lie. She was a health fitness instructor. This wasn’t the lifestyle she wanted. She looked down to find him kicking a sewer grate aside and jumping down. The woman made a ‘oof’ noise as she heard the guy’s boots splashing against the water. It stank down here, and it was dark. She began to wriggle again trying to aim her wiggling at his dick. It was the only way he would drop her.

<Micah> “Ain’t your business,” he snapped at her. Questions. He ******* hated questions especially from curious weak *** humans who didn’t know when to back the **** off and leave well enough alone. She could have walked away with her life intact but nooooo she just had to be noble and call the cops. He started laughing as she started talking. So amused. So very ******* amused at this tiny slip of a devil woman. “You wanna kick my ***?” He released her and gave her a shove that wasn’t the slightest bit gentle. “Well go right ahead darlin. Tell you what. If you can knock me down, I’ll let you go. I wont even chase you. But if you can’t…..” He trailed off and let the words hang ominously in the air. He was sure she could use her imagination.

<Nirvana> She was dropped and she breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, the next set of words chilled her right to the core. She didn’t know anything that would even back up her previous statements of even knowing self defense - the man was more than willing to test that theory it was like he knew she was bluffing. She looked at him and then looked past him. If she put enough force into that shove she could slip past him. She lifted her fists into a starting position. His previous threat about her not being able to knock him down in her mind. He looked dangerous, and now he sounded dangerous. Maybe even psychotic. She took a moment to focus herself, and then on the mental count of three she pushed herself forward her whole body weight crashing into the male as she made her way past him - she didn’t knock him down, just barged her way through as she skidded past him. Her little legs carrying her away from the male as fast as she could.

<Micah> His amusement grew at the sight of her pulling her fists up like she was actually going to throw a punch. “Well aren’t you quite the badass?” Then she did exactly what he expected her to do - run past him. A really stupid decision on her part and he was pretty sure that she knew that deep down in her gut. Though she did try to knock him down as he’d told her to do but it didn’t budge him an inch. Micah was like a brick wall, one that someone of her stature couldn’t even begin to hope to try and move. He counted to ten, just to give her a slight head start though he imagined she felt like she had a chance to escape. How very wrong she was.

<Nirvana> It was exhilerating. She ran through the sewers. Her feet treading the sewage waste down here. The smell didn’t even bother her anymore. The only thing that was on her mind was getting away from the man that threatened her life. She needed to get away and that was the only thing that was making her legs pump. Adrenaline. How good it felt. It felt a lot like the treadmill. A smirk crept onto her features. It didn’t stay there long, not when she ran head first into someone with -- wait, was that a ******* gun. He looked at Nirvana. He seemed to be assessing her. Only to raise his gun a moment later towards Nirvana. She threw her hands up. “Hey.. look.. im…--” BANG. He fired a round - but it wasn’t at Nirvana, she turned to look behind her. It was the man!

<Micah> Micah didn’t run. He strolled along like he didn’t have a care in the world. Which he didn’t. He could hear her; the sound her her racing heart, her breathing, the sound of her feet as they hit the ground, splashing through the murky, filthy sewer water. She really didn’t have a hope of escaping. He should have been paying attention though. The sewers were full of paladins and footsoldiers who hated the sight of vampires like him. And wouldn’t it be his luck that his target had run smack into one. The sound of the gun firing had him drawing his weapon but he didn’t have a clear shot. Sprinting towards the girl he shoved her just as the bullet whizzed past her. “MOVE you idiotic ginger!” The bullet grazed his arm but it wasn’t enough to slow him down or stop him from returning fire.

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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Nirvana> Nirvana didn’t react. She had never been in this kind of situation before, period. It frightened her, the sound of a gunshot echoed in her eardrums as she was shoved to the side. The man, the crazy one had potentially saved his life - or was keeping it safe so he could take it away. She fell against the murky water the palms of her hands pushing against the floor as if to steady herself. She twisted her head around to look. The man was firing at the paladin and vice versa. It seemed like they had forgotten all about Nirvana. There was on the other hand a sharp pain in her abdomen she brought her hand down to where she felt the pain and let her fingers caress the material. It was warm, and wet. She brought her hand back up to her eye level to look at her fingers and noticed they were red. She began to panic. Her hands shaking. Had the bullet caught her side, how did it? She didn’t remember feeling the pain at the time - and she was almost certain it would be a pain she wouldn’t dismiss. “Guy…other guy… my side…” She curled her hand around the wound and applied pressure. She knew that much for sure.

<Micah> The fight had his full concentration. Once he’d shoved the girl out of the way there wasn’t a thing on his mind other than putting the enemy down as fast as he possibly could. Bullets flew through the air, and his ears were ringing from the sound of rapid gun firing, mostly from his opponent. Luckily Micah was able to dodge most of them while returning a few of his own. Finally he was able to get close enough to grab onto the paladin’s head. He twisted and with a sickening snap the paladin fell to the floor dead. Micah managed to lift some cash from the dead man’s pocket and just as he turned to leave he heard her voice. ****. The ginger. He’d forgotten about her. “Right. You. Still have to take care of you don’t I?” Shoving the cash into his own pocket he started to approach when he caught the scent of fresh human blood. Had she been hit?

<Nirvana> The redhead simply watched the exchange of bullets. The way the paladin stared down the other male - it looked as if he hated him with a passion. Nirvana could only assume they knew each other - but to be shooting at each other? They had to be rivals. She had heard about gangs around Harper Rock. Were they in rival gangs. It was all turning into west side story, but without the musical numbers. She couldn’t imagine either of the men in front of her to be singing. She looked down at her own abdomen and winced. The blood still seeped from her wound as she turned her head up just in time to see the paladin’s head being snapped. She screamed - it was the humane thing to do. Nirvana felt marked for death. She had seen him stealing - caught him, and now witnessed a murder. She moaned. “Please, sir.” What else could she say. “If you take me to the hospital. I promise not to snitch you up on-” She lifted her arm to point at the corpse of the dead paladin. “him, and the stealing. Please help me.” She looked at the male with teary chocolate hues as she blinked a couple of times - to make the tears go away. She hoped the male would help her. She hoped.

<Micah> She was crying. Micah figured that wound was painful to her. After all, she was merely a human. She was losing blood but he didn’t know how fast. At this point he could probably just walk away and leave her there to die. They were in the sewers. She would be hopelessly lost before she found an ext unless someone who was sympathetic stumbled upon her. But that wasn’t a chance he could take. She’d caught him stealing first of all and second she’d just seen him kill someone. A paladin that no one would miss but she didn’t know that. She probably had no idea what she’d managed to get herself mixed up in. “Tell me something, devil ginger woman. How bad do you want to live?”

<Nirvana> How bad did she want to live? Was that a trick question. She shifted in the murky water to look at him properly. Mud like hues staring up at his stern features. “I’m young. I have a career in the gym. I don’t want to die. I’m not suicidal.” Well, considering the antics she got herself up to tonight the last one could be questioned and he’d be well within his right to question it. She pulled her lip inside her mouth with her teeth as she gnawed on her lower lip. Considering. “Please, just take me to the hospital.” She whispered this time - the pain from her wound was getting worse. The blood that was seeping from her wound was now beginning to merge with the murky water making it a maroon like colour. “Please.” She said again.

<Micah> “No.” No point in lying to her. There wasn’t a hope in hell for her now. Hospital was definitely out of the question as was leaving her there to die. Dragging her back up to civilization could be an option but he didn’t trust that the cops were gone. They hadn’t been down in the sewers all that long so it was entirely too risky for that. He had two options now. Watch her bleed out and let her die or change her. He really hadn’t planned on siring more but the thought of turning a ginger was kind of tempting. Maybe it would help him get over his hatred of all things ginger. “No hospital. Do you want to live, or do you want to die? Choose.’

<Nirvana> The way he spoke it was endearing. She felt compelled to make a decision, after a moments silence between the two and the trickle of water and nearby shooting. She nodded her head. “I choose to live.” How he was going to help her live - was completely unbeknownst to her. She curious though, was he a doctor himself? “Are you a doctor?” She found herself asking as she grabbed at the man's arm and using him to pull herself up into a standing position. She held one hand over her wound and waited for the male to lead them away from the sewers - she imagined this man now in scrubs. He didn’t look like a doctor, but she didn’t look like someone who liked health and fitness. It was odd.

<Micah> Of course she did. Given a choice humans would always opt to live. He’d expected no different from her. Her question drew a rather amused laugh. “Now I’ve been called a lot of **** in my life but ain’t no one ever asked me if I was a doctor.” He grinned, fangs and all. But it was dark and he doubted she’d be able to see the danger she was in. “I ain’t a doctor. And I guess in a way you’re still gonna die.” He moved closer, crouching down beside her in the dank, murky water. “You’ll understand soon enough, devil child.” His fingers threaded into her hair, her head was jerked to the side and without waiting for a response he sank his fangs deep into her neck.

<Nirvana> Devil child? She glowered at him. He smiled at her and she made a face. He was almost mocking the situation they were in now. Micah was tall, so very tall so when he leant down to come anywhere near her she gasped. The man was in her personal space. She took a step back but the man had already pushed his fingertips into her red hair and not so gently pushing her head to the side to reveal the pink flesh of her neck. She whimpered a little. She had never been so manhandled in all of her life - until tonight. “What are you doi--” There was a sharp pain in her neck then. It felt like he was…… BITING HER. She squirmed, but her squirming made the pain intensify. She could feel the blood coming out of her it was making her weaker. That life itself was being drained from her. She whimpered again and found her body falling weakly against his for support. This had been all because of one stupid mistake, and that mistake was following this guy into a building.

You know what they say; curiosity killed the cat. In this case it really had.