--Barbara--

I let out a quiet sigh. I was obviously going to die. No doubt about that. I guess now all I could hope is that Jonathan would find this bastard.

"They are indeed very quick," I muttered to myself, the man now looking at the girl.

So that was his name. KC. Didn't sound very "serial killer-ish".

--Giselle--

KC had a gun in his hand, aimed at the woman. He sighed.

"Yes, Giselle," he said, obviously annoyed. "This is a bad time. What do you want?"

I thought it over. There was no way I could say it now. No, not now. I swallowed.

"Nothing," I answered, sinking back into the doorway.

***

--KC--

I sighed, frustrated. Perhaps it was a mistake, letting Giselle stay. I let it pass as she leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. I turned my attention back to the woman.

"So, do you have anything to say before you meet your demise?" I asked, finger on the trigger.


(Darn you, filler chapters! '^^ I just couldn't think of much else to put. So sorry for that. '^^)

('Tis okay!)

--Barbara--

I thought on this for a moment, then sighed.

"Oh, just get it over with. I already had my life taken away from me many years ago. You're just finishing the job," I told him, pretty much sick of waiting. If he was going to kill me, I wished he'd just do it already.

(Anyway, my post! )

--KC--

I smiled.

"I like the sound of that," I said. I could tell that she was sick of waiting for her demise. Although I would have liked to watch her suffer more, I tightened my finger around the trigger. The woman was forever silenced.

Another life ended, yet I was still indifferent. People die every second of every day. I did not see why people made such a big deal about death. But I noticed Giselle look away as I pulled the trigger. She did not want to witness this. She did not want to be a part of this. But turning her head and closing her eyes would do little to help. I stood still, gun pointed in hand, for a few more moments before lowering the gun to my side and sighing.

"Now we have three to take care of. I will probably need your help, Giselle," I said, reffering to the bodies.

--

(Sorry about the...blandness (for lack of better words '^^). I can't think of much else to put...again....'^^)

(I feel so bad...Poor Babs! ...)

--Barbara--

He did as I had said. In the split-second after he pulled the trigger, I silently prayed Jonathan would find this bastard, and make him pay.

Then everything went black, and I was gone.

--Jonathan--

I had been silently walking down the street, hoping to find any other signs, something. The moon created a dim light, making up for the broken streetlights that lined the sidewalks.

Then I heard it.

A gunshot.

It broke the night's silence, and then it was gone, like nothing had ever happened.

--KC--

Surely someone had heard the quiet gunshot. So disposing of the bodies at this moment was not the best of ideas.

"Giselle," I said, and she walked into the living room, almost skittish. "Help me take the woman to the basement, alongside the other two."
At first, she just stood there, seemingly frozen. Then she nodded, and did as I said.

Once we were back upstairs, Giselle silently sat down at the kitchen table. I sat down beside her, and she looked down.

"What is wrong, Elle?" I asked, trying not to sound too emotionless. She looked up as I used her nickname instead of her real one.

--

(Sorry for the filler chapter thingy! '^^ I'm just not really sure what to put in the given situation...I'm just waiting to see what Jonathan'll do...'^^)

(That's okay.

Gosh, I'm so forgetful. I forgot the gun had a silencer on it. Guns with silencers still make some kind of noise, though, I guess. Oh well! )

--Jonathan--

I immediately assumed the gunshot had something to do with Barbara. Sure, I was obviously being paranoid, but that was me. The paranoid leader. It just showed I cared, in some twisted kind of way.

The gunshot had obviously come from nearby, so I began walking again, deciding to take a look in a close alley.

(...Sorry, I couldn't really think of more. ^^')

--Giselle--

I began explaining what was wrong, why I was acting as I was. But I was quickly cut off by a knocking on the front door. KC stood up immediatly, grabbing my hand. I could tell that he took my hand as more of a controlling action, to drag me along, than an affectionate one. I stood up as well, following him out of the kitchen, into the main room.

Once we reached the door, there was another knock. KC opened the door, and I was honestly surprised at who was standing there. It was Izabelle, one of my friends from school. I had told my mother that I was staying at her house.

"Hey, Iz," I said casually, working my hand free from KC's grip. "What're you doing here?"

"Better question is, what're you doing here? Your mom called my house, wanting to talk to you. You owe me, for saving your ass," Iz answered, crossing her arms. "I wanted to know what was really going on. I figured I would find you here. So, let me ask again. What exactly are you doing here?" She glared at KC for a second, then made her way into the house, shutting the door behind her.

"Well, y'know, I just wanted to spend some time with KC, but if my mom found out, she would kill me. I hope you don't mind," I answered, laughing nervously. Iz looked at me, eyes narrowed, knowing that I was hiding something. KC spoke before Iz got the chance to.

"How did you know where I live?" he asked, sounding surprised.

(Heh, yay for somewhat filler-y chapters! )

--Jonathan--

I looked around the alley. Nothing. Of course there wasn't. This was getting tiring. Barbara could be anywhere by now. The thought of her being anywhere but at the tower greatly disturbed me, but I started thinking about how it might be easier to continue a search from the tower.

I headed back to my car, and drove off towards the tower.


(Sorry it's so short...I couldn't think of anything else...)

('Tis okay! Better short than nothing. '^^)

***

-Giselle-

"Never mind that," Iz answered, turning around to face both KC and I.
"Oh, and KC. How's your lip?" she asked, in almost a child-like tone, a smirk spreading onto her face. KC immediatly knew what she was talking about, and mumbled something beside me, grimacing.

"I don't believe I ever invited you into my house, Izabelle," he answered sharply.

"Doesn't matter. Giselle is my friend, and I don't trust you being around her alone. I know what you've done, and I don't want the same fate brought upon Giselle," Iz explained, sighing. "Point in case, I'm not leaving without Giselle." She smirked again. KC looked at me questioningly, then sighed. As long as I wanted Iz with us, I knew she would stay with us. And I wasn't going to be the one to argue. Right now, I was honestly terrified of KC. However weird it might sound, it was good to have Iz by my side in this.

"This way, Giselle, I won't be lying to your mom. You'll be with me, like I promised. Now, I know I'm sounding like a mother, but I'm concered about your...safety," she said, for lack of a better word. She was looking directly at me now, but glared at KC out of the corner of her eye. She pulled me off to the side, whispering something to me.
"I think we should probably get out of here. The whole reason I came was to drag you out of this physco's house," Iz whispered, an almost concerned expression playing on her face. She started tugging at my arm, but I stopped her.

"No, Iz. I don't want to leave. Not yet," I whispered back, glancing over at KC. Iz sighed.

"Fine. But, as long as you're here, I'm here, too."

***

(Yay for filler chapters!! Wait...nooo....Filler chapters are baaad! Darn you, filler chapters! D:)

(Sorry it took me so long to post! I just couldn't think of anything decent. I think I'll do something through Sarah's POV now...)

--Sarah--

It was almost midnight, and neither Jonathan nor Barbara were back yet. Joey had told me that Jonathan had left to see if he could find Babs, who had left hours ago now. Joey "told" me that Jonathan actually had a worried look on his face.

Anyway, I hadn't bothered to tell my dad or Roy or Donna. By now, though, I figured if they weren't back in thirty minutes, I'd tell Roy.

I wasn't really worried about Jonathan. He could handle himself. I mean, so could Babs, but less so.

I sighed, leaning against the tower, about to close my eyes. Suddenly, I saw Jonathan's car driving towards the entrance to the Tower's garage, the opening being in a little cave on the island, a little ways away from the Tower.

I rushed inside, taking the elevator down to the garage, getting there just as Jonathan pulled into his "designated" spot. My eyes fell on the passenger's seat: empty.

I ran over to him as he was getting out of the car, and immediately started talking.

"Where's Barbara? Is she okay? Couldn't you fi-" But then I noticed the look on his face. He looked...annoyed? Sort of. Defeated? Yep.

"...Jonathan?" I questioned, my eyes wide as I stared up at him.

"I could not find her, Sarah. We will search for her tomorrow," He whispered.

"What do you mean you couldn't find her?! How could you not find her?! You're...you're you! You can do every-"

"Sarah...please," He said, and put his hand on my shoulder. "We will find her. ...I promise."

I nodded, and after a few more moments, he took his hand off my shoulder and walked away.


(...Hn...that was really bad...)

(Soo...do you want to continue this? Or maybe a rewrite?)

(Ohh, I like the idea of rewrite (because I've changed my characters so much over...since whenever we started this ), but we do so many rewrites...'^^ I'll leave it up to you, Batgirl. ^-^)