Lia really wished she had a fucking coat to wear. Her skin was now tinged pink with the cold. She  sighed softly as she shivered, flexing her fingers so they kept some circulation. Her black hair hung in her eyes, though she paid it no mind. She gripped her gun in her hand as Jeremy mentioned the kidnapper, glancing around again. She wanted to put a bullet through his hand, his foot, make him suffer and scream for death.<br/><br/>The thoughts of the punishment the man would receive from her triggered a memory, one of her earlier kills. It had been a man. He had been trying to feel her up in a bar, so she told him to piss off and began the walk home. He had followed her and tried to take advantage of her. She had been caught up in flashbacks of her past she spun around and strangled him with her bare hands, digging her nails into his neck, watching him bleed. He had attempted to scream for help, but nothing came out of his mouth except more blood.<br/><br/>She had left him in the alleyway and walked home, the blood on her hands not registering to her mind until she went to grab her key from her pocket and found her hands covered in red. Lia had gone into shock, but soon recovered. The man had deserved it. Still, though. That she had strangled a man, probably drunk, with her own hands. It gave her a power rush. It made her feel in control again. She wasn't helpless any longer.<br/><br/>Jeremy headed back into the forest and Lia followed suit. She walked behind him, but soon stopped, glancing curiously at the trees. What the hell? Had the trees just...shimmered? She figured it was a trick of her imagination, then inhaled sharply when they shimmered again while she stared straight on at them. She walked closer to them, narrowing her eyes. She could see something in the trees-<br/><br/>She walked closer and saw it was a person. With a yell of surprise, she aimed her gun at the person. The person seemed to mirror her movements. Aw fuck, they had a gun too? They didn't seem to be moving though, so despite her better judgment, she walked closer, until she and the 'person' were about five feet from each other. It was now obvious the person was only mirroring her movements, that it didn't actually have a gun. Its fingers were curled as if it too were holding a gun. Lia glared at the person and growled in annoyance. A shine of moonlight happened to slip across the person's face, causing Lia to swear and stagger back in surprise, eyes wide as she stared at the person. It was her. The person in the trees was her.<br/><br/>She swallowed slowly, gun still pointed at the mirror image. The mirror image moved independently after a moment, reaching behind itself with both hands, before bringing them out and facing its palms towards Lia. The young woman paled. The hands were dripping with blood. She realized that it was the man's blood, the man from the alley, and swore softly, never taking her eyes off the mirror. The mirror smiled unpleasantly. A figure moved behind the mirror image of Lia and formed until it was a male figure. She knew she was watching a mirror image of herself, however fucked up the mirror was, and flipped around, ready to beat the shit out of whoever was behind her. Only Jeremy. She relaxed slightly, then turned back to face the mirror.<br/><br/>The mirror was now only a few inches from her face. Lia screamed and fell back into the snow, gun raised at the mirror. Mirror Lia tilted her head at real Lia, then brought her bloody hands up to her lips and licked away the blood. Lia glanced away from the Mirror to look at the man who walked up to stand next to Mirror. It was Jeremy, but Jeremy was behind her. So...Mirror Jeremy. She paled as her mind brought up images of what Jeremy's character would show.<br/><br/>She was so tempted to shoot her Mirror, but at the same time, wanted to know what Jeremy's Mirror held for him. Both Mirrors were visible to both of them. Knowing people's secrets gave her sick satisfaction. And blackmail.