Harshing had summoned everyone to the kitchen table. He sat at the helm, a humongous manuscript in his hand - his complete new novel on his obsession and psychological hatred of Kiley Stewert, how he had to join her to complete a quest. It was semi-autobiographical, the other half was fictional, made up to conceal some of the facts and to paint himself in a better light. Part of Harshings love was to study himself. He knew that society perceived what he did as wrong - however he, himself did not. Writing about the events was almost as sensual as committing them.

On the side of the book was the title: "Obsessive Hunting, Vol. 1: The Hunt Commences. By Ignaz Semmelwiess." He smiled, Ignaz was his Pseudonym so no one knew the real sociopath behind the evil stored within his hundreds of novels. It would undoubtedly reach the best sellers list and add to his millionaire fortune.

While he had been writing the closing chapter something had occured to him - a simple yet genius idea. And, he couldnt wait to share it.

rogue sat down at the table with a look of disgust on her face. she hadn't talked nor seen harshing until now. she hadn't came because he had summond everyone. she came because it was almost lunch tim and she was hungry. looking around the room she saw she was the only one there so far. she crossed her arms.