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She had the day off, yet she left a note in the bag with coffee that she was called in for a special appointment that day. It was maybe three weeks to a month after the question he had asked her and she hadn't been able to...think the way she usually did. She had met up with Garth regularly up until now and talked the time away until one of them had to get to work.

There was one thing that amused her though.

Anemone Young was in her office, coffee in one hand paper in the other, and unable to contain her grin as she stared at the front page of the paper 'Serial Killer's Sudden Stop'. There was still something wrong. Even as she smiled something was bothering her. It was a question that had been plaguing her mind since it came out of Garth's mouth. While it bothered her, it had equally challenged her.

So, after the question she had only killed one more serial murderer, and then stopped.

The victim of choice had been a woman that wasn't from the club on New Year's Eve. Her name had been Suzette Ryker, 20, Feeler, and killed out of jealousy. It had been an easy trail to follow as far as emotional killings went. Her type was actresses with blooming talent. One would think that 20 was too young but this young woman had been killing off career competition since she was 15, they victims had all been set up in supposed accidents. Young had traced her all the way up until then and decided that she would be what threw even Garth away from possibly being suspicious. She had thought of letting him catch on but it was too soon for her to think about something like that and this one secret in particular was one that even the proudest of Dead rarely shared with each other. The Club that she had happened upon so long ago out of curiosity was the only exception and she was taking her time as she picked off every witness.

Although she was a member of the Poker Club she was insanely out of place. Annie didn't take trophies; she didn't have a particular age that she searched for on her targets, no kill zone-no, the only thing that made her like them was that she killed people. If you wanted to get technical then all of those things were also what connected her with each and every single one of them.

With a narrowing of her eyes, she scolded herself for getting so philosophical over one trivial little question.

Anemone had her answer...almost. She was going to wait for a total of a month and a half before she would continue her spree.

With a glance to the clock, she realized that she had several hours before the club meeting tonight. The Prez had called one out of the normal once a month time and this was probably because of the news involving, well, her.

There was a rather sudden knock on her door and Browning stepped in. Annie was paused, about to take a sip of her coffee and the paper was splayed on the desk in front of her. This was unusual, most of the people that worked there tended to keep to themselves.

Then again, he was new.

"I didn't believe it until I saw it for myself. Don't you have today off?" Browning began, breaking the ice like a twig.

"Yes, can I help you?" She asked politely, as she put down her coffee.

"No, I just heard from the front desk that you were in and wanted to see for myself."

Serial killers or not, Feelers were weird.

"I felt restless at home yet wanted to be alone. This seemed like the best place to be." She shifted to express to him her discomfort. Someone walking into her office without reason bothered her. This was one of her havens and he was trespassing.

"Something wrong?"

"No, it's just that my social skills aren't very good outside of the office and I'm not used to talking to people I work with."