Chapter 7. Lights, Cameras, Action!

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Chapter 7. Lights, Cameras, Action!

Insanity is contagious.

- Joseph Heller

Kat slumped down into the seat opposite Serena. Her posse were not on her heels today, though every now and then they glanced up from their table across the cafeteria.

"I hear the showers were dirtier than usual because of you Blondie. Thanks for that. I also hear that Dr Nash is...perfectly fine. Happy even," Kat smirked.

Serena didn't acknowledge her; she bit into a stick of soggy celery and kept her attention on the TV.

"I can't tell the difference between Seinfeld and Frasier," Serena mused aloud, "They both have middle aged single people running around crazily doing things that make no sense," she paused then nearly choked, "Hahaha! They're us! Only difference is that they don't know that cameras are trained on their every move for our entertainment. We don't have cameras, just people staring at a screen, while we're all pulled on puppet strings held by a mad woman."

Kat kept a blank look on her face before rolling her eyes and continuing as if Serena hadn't replied.

"You only have three days left. And unless something particularly spectacular happens before then you're my whipping girl from here until eternity."

She let it sink in before she went on. "I've come to offer you a deal. I hear-"

"You seem to hear a lot of things Kati," Serena finally turned to her, "I wonder just who you keep around in order to hear such wonderful things."

Kats eyes narrowed. She hesitated. "I make it a habit to keep people close who can prove beneficial," she said slowly.

"Oh," Serena said mockingly, "I see."

Kat's eyes narrowed more if possible. "Listen here you. Personally, I think you're a dull witted twat who has more mouth and guts than brains. But Hazel," Kat nodded her head to one of her posse, "Has a knack for figuring people out. She says you're smarter than you look. That you're dangerous. And I'd say she's wrong but more often than not she's always right. And I have a problem only you can solve."

Kat then cast a look and Serena followed her gaze. To Liam.

The guards were leaning against the walls of the cafeteria as normal. Most of them were yawning and nodding off. Some of them were calmly keeping an eye on the patients. But Liam stared intently at the ground, looking strained and worried, beads of sweat forming on his brow. As if he was concentrating very hard on something.

"Your little boyfriend has been poking his nose where it doesn't belong," Kat said darkly, "I need it cut off. I know what he's been doing to you. I know what he's done to other girls in here. He's sick. I want to give you an opportunity," she leaned forward, "I can get you things. Things deadlier than a sharpened pen or plastic knife. All you need to do is get him alone, which he'll take care of himself, and...well, I give you leave to use your creativity. If they find him dead with his pants down it'll be a lot easier for you later. What do you say? We have a deal?"

Serena twirled her finger in some ketchup and hummed a little tune.

"What can you normally get?" She asked.

"What?"

Serena glanced at her. "The stuff you sneak in. What can you get?"

Kat snorted. "Anything. Everything. Drugs, information, drugs, weapons, drugs...guns are too bulky and reckless though. There are cleaner and quieter ways to kill."

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