Kyle sat in his new car, well it wasn't new it was just new to the area. He had this baby back in Santa fe and Las vegas. It's his '69 mustang, could ya guess who was sprawled out unconcious in the back seat? It was Silent, he had knocked her the fuck out just a few minutes ago. It seemed that no one cared to look for her but he was bringing her home anyway. He got out of the car and turned pulling the back seat forward. He grabbed a hold of her by the arms and picked her up and out of the car. He put his old trench coat on her, something he got as a gift from a mutual friend.... Well he wasn't really a friend, hated that guy... But anyway he hauled her up the drive of the pack house and inside through the front door. He headed up the stairs and to her room, were he put her down on the bed and just stared at her. He walked over to an empty chair in the room and just waited for her to wake up. He had a few things to say. From under his coat he brought out his double barreled sawed off, though he kept it kinda hidden. It was for just in cases. So now he waits... Again.
