Whatever sort of calm exterior that Gottreich had was gone in a flash. His face scrawled up as the darkest of hate and anger bubbled up on his ancient face. "Stupid little girl," he sneered in that German accent of his, "you should have come easily."

A blood stained hand shot out trying to grab ahold of Kate's arm. "It is time for your medicine! I have the perfect perscription!" In his left hand was a rusty looking almost ice pick though it was skinnier. Bloodier.