#wordsarefire

"Klaus get down!" Harleen spoke and managed to freeze the man just before he got to Klaus. "I can't hold this forever." She answered as the strain was visible on her face.

FOCUS QUINZEL

That stupid British voice of Reginald's echoed in her mind. She hated it, she placed her hand on the man in front of her's forehead and focused harder, she can feel aspects of his personality leak into her.

A demented little giggle echoed around the space.

"1727 Fifth St. 6pm," Harleen spoke and her voice echoed.

"Good job Quinzel."

I love how I don't fucking even have a number...She thought annoyed.

She has to rush out because this was bad. She can't be around anyone. She is processed out of the prison and she had to rush home. Period mad giggles bubble up her throat and this is concerning.

She nearly barreled Klaus over on her way to her room but she doesn't say a word, slamming her door as she writhed at the feeling of evil intent coursing through her. The laughing is more frequent and her eyes tear in confusion.

There father was...difficult.

It didn't help matters any that Harleen had come here late. Her mother not taking Reginald up on his offer until she couldn't deal with her anymore. But Reginald always seemed a bit harsh with her.

Her jaw tightened before she walked away from him.

Later she is outside in the courtyard when she heard someone come up behind her. She holds up her pack.

"Cigarette?"