Anne walked towards the door as she heard the doctor speaking to the other girl. What did she call the girl? Jane, that was it. She felt the blood drying on her wrists where the leather had scraped a thin layer of skin. She leaned against the door to listen. Doctors were always a little sneaky, better to make them believe she was still shackled and harmless. Anne adjusted the shackles and slid her hands back in, making sure they were suitably loose enough to get her hands out. It was easy to make them appear tight. Such deceptions were necessary if one wished to escape.<br/><br/>The doctors kept wondering what had happened to Anne, why did she break. She figured it was all there in the court documents. They raped and killed her love, she decided to issue revenge accordingly, it wasn't rocket science. But the others ,the ones not responsible for killing Shelby, they kept calling them innocent over and over. There was never an innocent hurt according to Anne. She merely leveled the playing field against people who were targeting and hurting her while she was captive. The other people who were taken down, had it coming. The cops were vicious, so she was in turn vicious, the staff at the last hospital were cruel, so in turn she was cruel. An eye for an eye. The men that had raped her, killed the only thing she ever loved, the one thing she lived for. So she in turn decimated their lives completely.<br/><br/>So quietly she stood there listening that she seemed to drift again back into Shelby's arm, back to a beautiful memory and away from the good Dr. Habner, who seemed to be rather focused on thumper girl next door. Anne slipped back against the far corner of the wall and closed her eyes. There would be time enough for killing.<br/><br/><br/><br/>