I suppose that I could tell you my name. But then I would have to kill you. Ha, just kidding. Maybe. The name plate on my desk reads ‘Lucy Morris’... But I often wonder who I really am, since I am not simply Eden Morris, a girl who manages computers and information specialists. No, I’m the unknown figure who’s splashed across the newspaper headlines and breaking news reports of New York City. I’m the infamous serial killer, who for three years has been painting blood across the city, leaving no. ’ ‘I’m so sorry, professor,’ Christi said, ‘I tried but I had to run over from another appointment — ‘ ‘Yes, I see that you are damp and sweating. Still, you are late. And you are failing. Not a very promising combination.’ ‘I know professor. I’m trying, I really am. I just… I’m not a math person. This class is really a struggle for me.’ ‘Math is not sculpture, Mizz Christi,’ he cut her off with his expressionless voice. ‘It is simply system. With enough work, anyone can learn the system.’ That. I called out, “Yo, the cabin. Is anybody there?”A quiet voice behind me and to my left startled me, “It’s about time. I was about to take your dinner off the stove.”I looked her way but danged if I could spot her. “Lady, you’re good. Can I get down and take care of my critters?”She stood up from behind the fern she had been using for camouflage. I saw that she had found my face paint. And made good use of it. “No problem Matt. By the time you’re finished, your dinner will be on the table. I. . I'd probably only have made sure you weren't made a slave and let Tammy go on like she is." WHAT! You mean you'd let this creep keep using her like... like a toy?" I know it sounds cruel, but... Damn it Holly. I can't go around trying to save every single person who falls under control of a telepath. I just got home from trying to keep some other people from becoming life time slaves, and I just want to live in peace. At least he lets them live their normal life too. And I think he lets them.