<strong>Roderick, Saturday Night - Outside the Parking Lot</strong><br/><br/>The corpse looked briefly at the two huddled figures, sparkles of black fire hissing between her fingertips, then slowly fading.  Between sympathy and reluctance, staring back at Roderick, the rage that she felt seemed to simmer.  She seemed to relax just a little, which made her form hunch and seem to lose a little power.<br/><br/>She didn't really want to hurt anyone, that much was obvious, and if she had help and someone else would deal with the pair, it left her open to another option.  "There's this boy," she finally gurgled as she reached for her purse.  "Johnny Lendins.  I was supposed to meet him, I'm already running late, I can't meet him like this..."  Her broken, gnarled hands couldn't seem to work the zipper.  "He won't understand.  This is the third time we were supposed to meet up and have kept missing each other..."<br/><br/>The pair continued to stare helplessly, clutching each other, unsure of what to do but unable to summon the courage even to run.  Their life and death was left in Roderick's hands.