Sometimes kidnappings are a bitch. (Ember and Birdie.)

Kidnappings generally are straightforward. Some bad guy knocks someone over the head, drags them off, puts them in a basement somewhere and treats them cruelly and unusually the whole damn time. Nightkill didn't understand why. He always kept tabs on everyone he met. So when he 'accidentally' had let Andree slip those few months ago, he made sure a tracker had been placed on her, a foolproof one she had never noticed. He figured if he ever needed to use her, he'd find her. Simple as that. Things rarely were ever simple for Nightkill, but he tried to keep them simplistic.

So one day he had been in a university, examining the place for his daughter, who needed to go somewhere, though she was likely smarter than the professors. But for the whole look of the thing. He saw something. He saw Andree, but Andree was speaking to someone else.

The angel Scar. An Angel, and the girlfriend of Pain. So much use in her. So Nightkill wanted her. Not sexually in the slightest, but he wanted her as an experimental subject. Angels were rare, so rare. Much rarer than demons. An angel's body and DNA...he needed that, he truly did.

So one day when Andree had been walking home, he had some people hit her and knock her out, and drag her to the incredibly well fortified cell block he had underneath the Bronx. He had her in a special room. A plush, nice room. It'd seem like a completely normal hotel room, a five star hotel, but for the fact that there were no windows and no way to open the titanium door from the inside. No computer, but there was a TV and other conviences. But the girl kept cussing him out the whole damn time.

So Nightkill blasted her with incredible doses of several drugs on the fourth day, which largely shut her up, so she spent her time lying around while people occasionally pumped more of the drugs in her body. They were depressants, similar to heroin, making one extremely happy and relaxed. Nightkill had achieved peace and quiet. Who said drugs were bad?

Now he was in his mansion, using an utterly untracable phone- he'd know it was untracable, he had created it. He typed in a number which the drugged girl had told him. "Miss Scar? This is Nightkill speaking. You don't know me, but I do know you. I have kidnapped a friend of yours- Andree Miller, I believe? Daughter of your former partner Ryan?"

(Posting order is Zaboo, Ember and then Birdie.)

"She isn't dead, yes. She's very much a living, breathing person. Perhaps not for long, if you don't listen carefully to what I say. Or perhaps she will continue living and breathing, just not in the same state as she was before." Nightkill said casually. "Now, listen. I need you to come to 'Great Kills Park' at 9:30 PM tonight. I'll tell you there what you need to do before I allow Andree Miller to be freed from my captivity again, though I'm not fully sure how long she'll last now. Also, come unarmed, though for an angel like you- yes, I am aware of what you are,- you likely won't need any weapons. Now, Scarletta, if you engage in any violence in the park, the last living DNA of Ryan will not exist any longer. Thank you for your time."

He hung up, allowing his words to steam inside Scar's mind.

Meanwhile, he walked downstairs to the basement. He opened a door, and a tunnel emerged. Walking down the tunnel casually, he glanced around, until he came to another door guarded by four well muscled guards. "Allow me to see the prisoner." he commanded, in his full alien form. The guards saluted and opened the door.

The living conditions were actually quite fantastic. Everything one needed could be found here, besides the windows and computer mentioned earlier. "How are you doing?" Nightkill asked, walking over to Andree quickly, pulling out a needle and injecting absurd amounts of his drug before allowing a response.

Well, this is going to be boring. Was the thought that passed through Andree's head as she stepped into her cell four days prior. No laptop, how am I going to live? Just kill me early, no need to put me through that torture. She continued to think, attempting to lighten the mood in her head. On the way back to her hotel, she was attacked from behind. She didn't hear them, she didn't see them, she only felt their presence once it was too late. The dreary atmosphere of the prison cell was depressing despite the fact that it was better than a lot of places to be held. After a few days of constantly screaming and swearing, she got her first dosage of a heroin-like substance. Immediately after the dose, she had gotten a warm, fuzzy feeling that ran over her body in waves. With the warmth settling into her skin, her mouth had turned dry as the desert. Once the moisture had disappeared from her mouth, the next sensation was the fogginess of her mind. The drug had clouded her central nervous system and placed her in a cloudy, fuzzy phase. Her breathing had slowed down and everything around her had begun to look like it would fit in perfectly in the board game, Candyland. After this, she remembered nothing.

In the present moment, Andree had awoke from falling asleep due to these same effects. She slowly whirred to life, the effects of the last dosage worn off. It was impossible to tell the time, seeing as there were no windows. It could be any time from one in the morning to eleven at night. Despite not knowing, Andree didn't really care. Knowing the time wasn't going to help her in this situation. She was just glad that, for now, the effects were worn off. This temporary glee was ruined by the entrance of Nightkill through the door that she had tried so hard to open but failed. Oh God, oh no, no, no, not more, not more. She complained in her head until she saw him pull out the syringe. "No, no, no, no, no!" She shouted quickly before the needle was plunged into her head and once again she had stepped into a world much like a Tim Burton movie. Bright colours were everywhere. All the colours swirled and spun around the room in a disorienting manner. "Yee!" The drugged voice of Andree cheered with a smile as she fell back in her bed and stared at the swirling colours on the ceiling.

Nightkill smiled when he saw Andree drugged up. "Ah, excellent." he said, taking Andree by the hand and placing a helmet on her head, a weird one with many green knobs like something out of a sci-fi novel. He then placed a bag over Andree's head, tying her hands together with handcuffs. Andree would normally get through, but right now she'd be far too high to do so.

He led her through the tunnel, into the tunnel, and up into his mansion, where he injected another small dose. He then took her into a car, with three other men in it. It was an old Honda Odyssey, one of his disposable ones, one that couldn't be traced.

The car was driven down the road to the park, Nightkill walking out of the car with a drunk and tied up Andree. "Say hello to the lady, Andree." Nightkill said cheerfully, still appearing fully alien. He nodded to Scar. "Miss Scarlette, I'm glad you are here." he said. "Here is Andree Miller, as I stated earlier. Just proving she is in fact here. Now, if you will please come with me, we can get this whole thing over with."

The whole time, he was smiling in his head. This was perfect. He could get an angel's DNA. An angel's very own DNA. Nothing could be better than that, as she was pregnant or something.

Nightkill had not even bothered to leap out of the way, knowing that Scar would not attack him directly- not when he could easily use Andree as a shield. Not that he would ever want to do that, but he was prepared to if needed. He watched his men be killed off swiftly by the divine wrath of the angel. It was beautiful yet horrifying really. Angels weren't just fluffy little people with wings and a halo- they were fighters. They were soldiers. They were murderers and they were ruthless. But damn if they didn't have style, something even the pragmatic Nightkill appreciated.

He was about to prepare for a long, drawn out battle, but then she vomited. Nightkill couldn't believe his luck. Vomit? Why would she vomit? He considered it as he pulled out a specially created gun, a tranquillizer gun of sorts. He fired right at the vomiting angel. The darts that flew would paralyse ten men, and have the same effects of the drug he had previously given Andree with some differences- the target receiving the dart would be as high and happy as Andree, but also unable to move and speak for a short period of time. This is because Andree was generally harmless without her weapons, but he suspected- and now knew- the angel was always dangerous.

Now, vomiting. Vomiting, and the fact she seemed to have gained weight...pregnancy. No. Was it possible? Could an angel become pregnant? Demons could, so there should be no real reason an angel couldn't....an angel baby. But he shouldn't get ahead of himself. No. Rationally think this. There could be other explanations. Don't go with just one.

He cuffed Scarletta, and placed upon her head the same type of helmet placed on Andree's. He looked at each one of his dead men, and gave a sigh. He took out his cell phone. "Azad? Nicholas, Kong and David were murdered in the process of capturing the angel. See to it they are properly buried."

He then took Andree and Scar, shoving them in the backseat of the car- he gave Andree a paralysis dart as well, just so she couldn't do something in the car. They drove in silence, Nightkill breaking it only once. "You know, I'd have liked to have done this without any violence. You killed three innocent men, angel. That's something even I would hesitate from doing."

They arrived, not at his mansion, but a random abandoned warehouse. It was cliche, but useful. Placing blindfolds over their heads, he led them down a tunnel toward the cell block Andree had been in before. By led, I mean he had some people pick them up and carry them down, since he would dislike doing that himself and because they were still paralysed. The effects of the paralysis started wearing off for the both of them, and the effects of the high began wearing off Scar. Andree wasn't paralysed anymore, but was still high, since she was smaller.

Nightkill sighed and shut the door, closing them inside the cell block. He smiled to himself. An excellent catch. Excellent. The helmets, he knew, would prove near impossible to remove...

The time between the helmet and bag being placed on her head and the arrival at the park was all a blur to the drugged Andree. All she knew between those two events was that the swirling colours were pretty. The swirling reds, blues, yellows, greens and oranges spun in spiral like patterns around the inside of the bag. They continued to do this mesmerizing dance until they got to the park. At the park, she felt herself get a pulled around to somewhere and her name said a few times. But all of what they said entered through one ear and left through the other as the swirling colours produced by the drug continued to mesmerize her with their dance. The sounds of the ruckus that broke out for all of a few seconds before Scarletta threw up had grabbed her attention momentarily. But, once the screaming and other sounds had passed, she went back to focusing on her precious colours. Soon after the screaming disappeared, she felt herself get shoved into the car once more and then felt the pierce of the paralysis dart. She was unable to move at all but, it didn't matter to her, she was just fixated on the swirling colours that had seemed to increase in intensity.

Unlike Scar, when the pair were shoved into their cell, she was still high. A smile was stretched across her face beneath the bag that covered her face. The trance induced by swirling colours caused by the dart had started to wear off but had not disappeared just yet. The drugs still coursed through her veins but were beginning to weaken. As the colours slowed down and started to fade, the drug induced Andree wailed from beneath her bag. "Nooooooo! Where are all my pretty colours going?" She said in a slow and relaxed but loud voice. As she cried this out, she collapsed onto the floor and closed her eyes under the bag.

Eventually, she stirred and her eyes blinked to life. She felt like shit and just lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling through drug free eyes. "SCAR?" She screamed at hearing the girl's voice, having no recollection of what happened while she was drugged. "What are you doing here?!?!?!?" She was freaking out beneath her bag as she exclaimed this to the heavens.

Andree's breathing picked up as she heard Scar's voice again. No, no, no, no, no! What is she doing here!? She thought frantically as her fear was confirmed. A bit of the darkness disappeared as the bag was removed from over her head. Scar's voice soothed her frantic mind a fraction, she wanted to seem a little more composed for Scar rather than the messy state she really was in. Her breathing, that had gone up to a fast pace before, Andree now slowed down in order to try and seem calmer than she was. Once the bag was off of her head and she lay on the floor with Scar over her, she commented with sarcasm dripping from every word she said. "Lovely morning." Her eyes were slowly filling with tears at the fact that Scar was caught with her now too.

Now with her worst fear in this situation, besides death, confirmed to have occurred, Andree got up on her knees so that she looked into Scar's eyes. The two were around the same height. Quickly, she embraced her, wrapping her arms around Scar. "You shouldn't be here, what are you doing here?" Her voice was filled with sorrow as tears dripped from her eyes and fell onto Scar. "Now what's going on here?" She asked with concern in her voice once she saw Scar's stomach. I don't think she's the type to let herself go like that and get fat. Her subconscious spoke as she looked at the bump with confusion. "Scar, are you pregnant?"

Nightkill was many things and he had done many things. He was an architect, an engineer, a policeman, a thief, a killer, a doctor, a farmer and a parent. But importantly, he was a scientist and he observed. He watched the interactions of the two women, how they hugged and looked shocked and disturbed that the other had been captured, but relieved that they were alright. Interesting.

A child. The idea had been in Nightkill's head before, but now it was confirmed and he knew it. He tapped a button on his console, and saw it. Developing, developing rapidly. Far quicker than a human child. Fascinating. He tapped another button, giving him an X-Rsy view of both women. Focusing on Scar, he saw the baby move around, firing off an occasional kick. Healthy and maturing.

Amazing. He tapped another button on his console, and Scar and Andree went unconcious.

Not that they knew that. They had progressed seamlessly into the dream activated by the helmet, so seamlessly they'd believe they were still awake and in the room while they were unconcious in the real world. They shared the dream, obviously. A few of the doctors took Scar's body outside toward a medical room in the real world.

In the dream, there was an explosion outside the room, breaking the titanium door.

"My Dad? What's he got to do with all this?" Andree asked, gesturing around to the stone cold room they sat in. As the chilly air nipped at her sleeveless arms, she crossed her arms against her chest to make herself warmer. She could almost see her own breath as she tried to keep warm. Her hands wrapped themselves around each of her upper arms and bean to rub them, trying to create some heat from the friction. Andree smirked a bit when Scar said she couldn't have children. I may be no doctor, but I'm pretty sure there is a difference between fat and pregnancy. She's not growing any direction that would indicate that she's just getting fat, nor does she seem the type to let herself go. Andree narrated to herself silently. Once Scar had felt her stomach and spoken once more, Andree leaned in a bit closer and hugged her. After finishing their embrace, she leaned back, still on her knees, and said to her "Congrats, I'm happy for you." A smile stretched across her face as she said this, temporarily forgetting their current predicament.

This bit of glee was short lived though as she soon fell unconscious. Though, in her mind, it appeared that nothing had changed. They were still in the room, she was still looking into Scar's eyes with glee, nothing seemed wrong. That was, of course, until a violent explosion ripped the titanium door off of it's hinges and allowed Scar and her an exit. Eyes full of shock, Andree turned back to Scar and said to her. "Well, let's get out of here." Quickly, she took Scar's hand and began to run at an average pace, not wanting to hurt Scar or the baby.