The Puppeteer<br/><br/>He wasn't worried about the fire. The sprinklers would extinguish it sooner or later, otherwise he wouldn't sit here so calmly. But he felt the deep urge to kill, to bind this crazy guy to his bed and to set it on fire. Watch the panic creep in his eyes when the flames licked at his body and to hear his inhuman cries when he poured some gasoline on his body, drop after drop. He could do it, he knew that deep inside a dark creature was lurking. A creature thrieving on blood and pain, misery and despair. The same creature that made him hunt down the ones who took Kate out of his life. It wasn't him, he knew that it was his alter ego. He was Mr. Nice Guy, had always been. He had befriended Jenny, he enjoyed Shizuru's poems, he liked the red-haired girl. THE CREATURE was the bad one. Not him.<br/><br/>Speaking of the red-haired girl, she seemed hurt again. If Rai hurt her, then he would let the creature lose. He liked the girl, wanted to know more of her. But he didn't even know her name. It made him send a message to his hands. They had to find her belongings and bring it to him. He really wanted to help her with her life. And maybe there was a chance that he could be a part of her life. It would feel good to have someone like her at his side. It would feel good to love. Again. It was a long buried feeling. One he hadn't missed for a long time. But now he did. Seeing the girl in her tank top and biking shorts, her wet red hair plastered to her tanned skin. It made him longing for her in his arms, for him undressing her and toweling her dry. Kissing the soft skin and making her feel giddy, like he had seen it in the movies. Not the ones with Kate, he couldn't watch those without crying for hours like the small boy she had held in her arms.<br/><br/>The creature stirred in his head. It was always there, sleeping lightly, always ready to step out. Now it had perked up its ears, listened to his thoughts and its mouth watered. He had no idea how his creature really looked like,  but to him it was like a hellhound. Deep red eyes, sharp teeth in that long snout. A muscular body on sturdy legs. It was a dangerous creature, one he could hardly ban. When did it appear the first time? When they locked him in? In the courtroom? No, it had appeared the moment he found Kate. And since that time, it had grown even more. It was strong, willful. And dangerous. He could feel his thoughts, his aims. Sometimes they were like his, sometimes not. Now they were tempting, but they weren't his. He wouldn't give in to its will. No! He wouldn't keep the red-haired girl forever here. For his pleasure and the creature's pleasure. He wanted her to love him, he didn't wanted to own her like a slave. He had to fight his creature in this. She was free...