The smell of fear wafted into Anne's nostrils and seemed to stoke the fire of maniacal hatred roiling in her mind. The strange calm smiled continued to grace Anne's lips as the orderly burst through the door yelling at her. Dr. Habner's words indeed made sense yet Anne felt no keening desire to acquiesce to them, gripping the doctor's hands little tighter Anne pressed her pale pink lips close to the woman's ear and whispered. "Becareful my good Dr.Habner......You have no idea of what I am capable of....isn't that right Dr. Ignatius?" she spoke a little louder and released the woman's hands.<br/><br/>Tilting her head a little as she backed away, Anne kept the orderly and the two psychiatrists in her sights, her stance limited by the tight leather shackles on her ankles, yet her hands were flexed and ready. For a split second her eyes darted over to Jane, the memory of Shelby came screaming back to her mind again.<br/><br/>The pain of her lover begging and crying was too overwhelming, tears issued forth entirely too quickly as the pendulum of her insanity swung again and she crumpled onto the floor. She could see the blood on her hands of the all people she had beaten to death as the heavy sobs of grief over came her well muscled form.