Pretty was angry like hell. Those men. Aj and his friend. They almost lost her a fight. She never lost a fight. Not once in her life. She was a winner.

Pretty sat at the table outside Le Coeur du Chat Noir sipping her coffee. At least she still won. Also she killed two men. Her night was decent. But it could have been great. All these things ran through Pretty' head. She was planing something big. She had to be ready next time she was the two. She had murder on her mind. No one messed with Pretty Call and got away with it. No one.

Pretty looked at the pad she was scribbling on. Pictures of people being killed all in different ways lay on each page. Each worse than the before it. Pretty enjoyed what she did. No matter how inhuman it was. She loved it. Murder was her one true love. If that made her crazy well thats what she was crazy.