"Kill you, now why would I want to do that sweetie?"  The bloody scalpel paused, a Sword of Damocles in miniature over Ali.  "I want to make sure that you're in fine condition.  My girls deserve the very best in care and they'll get it."    Warren had a look of warmth that seemed oddly misplaced on a man such as he.  But then again after a few years, Warren was used to this sort of reaction from all of his girls.  They never understood in the beginning how they had been blessed to be found by him and spirited away to his home.  They would never know need or deprivation and they would have the best as his girls deserved.<br/><br/>But such understanding took time and Warren knew that the world bred cynicism so his battle to get them to see the light would be harder.  Ali would see and understand though, Warren was quite confident that she was sharp enough to make this realization like Maria had.  His scalpel was replaced by a shining needle long and silver and with a squeeze, Ali could see an amber bead peek out before a piece of gauze soaked it away.  "I'm going to give you a shot and then I'll stitch you back up.  You've been such a good girl today, Ali."  Warren smiled as the shining needle penetrated her chest and into her heart.  A solution of distilled nicotine was just what the doctor ordered.