Rachel was already starting to fix the background of the phone when she looked up, and laughed a bit.
"Well it's not your fault because if they've already inspected it for a bomb, and THEN it blows up- might be something interesting to read in the newspaper.." She added playfully before finally realizing that she didn't like the set backgrounds on the phone, and started to surf the web.
"Um.. so what's the phone plan? I could hook it up to my old one.. and the phone number might stay the same. I hate change and such.." She continued.

He stepped up on this side of the house. He saw the girls in the window. Ruslans [I think that was the name....]head tilted. These girl were so sexy. He planned the rape, would he take both the girls or just one? Just one, because he thought over the facts. Two would...hurt him.
Hahaha, they never expected this he thought. The rape. He slipped open the window and grinned at the girls.

[[as if..]]
Rachel had just given up on searching for something to put as a background. She'd make one later when she had the time.
She placed a hand on her hip, and then slowly turned around to see that the cool breeze was from the open window. Plus a kid.
"Hey-" She started to say, but really wanted to just walk over and shove him away. Sadly, it'd be too big of a fall. So she took a step backwards in warning.

He went up to the girl and grabbed her neck. [I know] He brushed his finger against Cara's lips. He chuckled. "Aren't you such a goooood girl? Yes, well be perpared. Some things in life, aren't always so great,"
Then he slapped her face.

(ah. sorry, forget. xP I need to stop mixing up Cara and Lila..)

Lila stood there, frozen. Who was he? Was he her stalker? she felt herself shiver as his fingers brushed against her lips. What the...? her hand found her gun, and she pulled it out of her bag, aiming it at the the guy holding her. "Let. Me. Go."[/COLOR]

[Sorry my fault.I'm the one getting mixed up xD]
He let go and backed up. Crap! She'd going to call the cops! CRAP! CRAP, CRAP, CRAP! "P-please, d-dont..... don't call the cops. I-I am sorry, I didn't mean to intrude like that," a shiver went down his spine." And please, put the gun.Away. Please?" He stood there staring into her eyes. "Please, I am not a bad guy,"

Rachel just watched in shock. It all seemed to happen in a few short seconds, but her mind tracked it down really quickly, making it seem longer.
Her jaw dropped when she'd seen Lila pull out her gun, and she was about to start crying. She HATED seeing other people die for some reason, even though she didn't remember anything. She'd never seen a death.
'... or HAVE i...?' She asked herself, before resuming a normal mental state, and glanced at the guy.
She readied the phone in her hand just as an instinct, and slowly walked up to the guy, narrowing her eyes. "And why are you here again?" She asked.

"I-I am here because.... it's very... hard to explain," he looked at his feet. "Thank you....for dropping the gun." He looked at the other girl again, "Please don't call," a tear ran down his face. "I was sent here... very hard.....very hard to explain."

Rachel made a low angry sound in the back of her throat, but kept it to a minimum. Somehow, she'd seen other people, or even read about them, making fake excuses like that. She studied him curiously, though, because he was just.. so strange.

'Especially if you came through a WINDOW.' She told herself, and put a hand on her hip, trying to ignore the tears. Yet, even though he was a total stranger that could have killed Lila if the gun wasn't there, she felt bad for him. Usually, messengers got killed for something they were sent to do.
She looked away and out the window, trying to ignore the subject, and then heard the sound of a car beeping it's horn. She approached the window, and saw it was their taxi. She turned aro0und with an unimpressed look at Lila.
"Well now what?" She asked in an annoyed voice.

"I... my mother. She... abuses me," His eyes widened at the horn. "Oh my god, please don't tell," his tears ran faster. "I didn't want to do this. I never did, she would have killed me!!!" He put his face in his palms. "I would have never done this if I didn't have this mother. She hurts me, BAD!" He lifted up his shirt. You could see dried blood and slits across his chest.

Rachel was about to tell the kid to shut up with the bull crap when she noticed the wounds. Her eyes widened, and she leaned backwards into a sitting position on the big-ish window.
"What the-" She started to say, but was interrupted by another honk. She reached over for the nearest bottle, or cup, or something. She sighed, and used one of her 8 hair ties that were wrapped equally in 4's around her wrists. She tied a note onto it, put in about $10, took 3 stones from the small arangement on the counter top in the mini kitchen area, and tossed it out the window so it hit the taxi on the roof.

The man out there took the note, and narrowed his eyes, and then finally drove off, leaving Rachel a little more satisfied, but still in shock from that kid.
"Well why are you HERE?" She asked again, trying to make him answer the question no matter what. "Oh yeah- Lila we're not using that taxi." She added absently, still sitting on the window sill, but now hanging her feet off the 3 story ledge looking at the walkers below.

"I am here because my mum sent me.If I didn't do what she says...she...." more tears fell. "She would kill me," he burst out. "I don't know what Im going to do!"

Rachel turned back to face the kid. She looked cautiously out the window, and crossed her legs on the windowsill, in a dangerous position. Someone could easily shove her out the window, or pull her to her death.
She didn't care.

"Um.. okay- let me rephrase this for the second time. WHY did your mom send you? what the heck was your 'mission'" She asked, a little more concerned than annoyed, but they were both there. She rocked lightly on the windowsill as if nothing were deadly, and she were just sitting on e bench, because now, Death didn't seem like such a powerful thing.
After all, that kid was close to it about a minute ago.

"I don't know! She just picks out random girls and gives me there adresses, schools, even phone numbers! She just wants me to do it so bad! Rape then kill, but I don't have no idea why. Some of these missions as you call them, last about a year or two, just for one girl... I never want to do it. And I hate killing girls for my own life. But I know my mom will continue doing it after I am dead, even faster! And I don't know what to do. And.... I can't.... kill her! I mean I was the one to come out of her, she was the one who MADE ME,ME!" He ran to the door and hit it. "I can't live with this anymore!!"

Rachel sat absently, just listening to it. 'Well SOMEONE needs to see a psychiatrist..' She thought sarcastically, before standing up, brushing her pants off, and walking over to him to stop from damaging the door permanently.
"My advice?" She asked simply and flat out. "Get Lila's gun."

Then, she walked back to her original position, and just day-dreamed while watching others walk by. She could have sworn there was someone watching her from SOMEwhere, but she was just too much in a trance to realize any of it.

Rachel was giving up on looking for the person -or nothing- that she thought was watching her as she leaned back and glanced at Lila.
"You really think they're gonna help him?" She asked. 'They don't even bother to help anyone who's getting mugged!' She continued in her head sarcastically.

He fell to the ground as tears fell, he blacked out. His head spun as the dark covered his visions. It was like being blind. He could hear the girls, but he couldn't move a muscle. He could still feel tears falling down his cheeks. Which was weird, because that was the only thing moving on his body. He tried to move his fingers, but he couldn't. When he opened his eyes, the only thing he could do, was he saw his mother in Lila's window. "SHIT, MOVE, NOW." He knew he could feel someone watching him.

Rachel frowned, while being upside down draped over the windowsill, and saw another shadow in the reflection.
She shoved herself to the ground, caught herself by her hands, and did a full back walkover off the danger area, and tripped over the guy.
"AH-" She started to scream, but was cut off when she hit the floor, completely knocking the wind out of her as she lay as dazed as the other guy. When she'd finally managed to her her breath, she did the only thing reasonable. She sat up in a flash, chucked her phone at the lady's head, hoping to knock her off the building, yet still praying she'd get the phone back.

Typical for a girl who hadn't really caught her breath, and didn't have much sense in her after nearly being burned alive, and having one of her most prize possessions taken away against her will.

"No, y-you can't kill her," he spoke and stuttered. His vision went black. "I-I've killed enough girls, it's time for me to get killed. " He yelped in pain. His leg was broken, though he didn't know how. He was blinded and didn't see what happend. "WHAT J-JUST H-HAPPEND?" He asked the girls.