"MY BABY!" The screaming tore threw the walls of the maternity ward at the local hospital. A young mother, just hours after giving birth. staggers out into the hallway. Her hands clutch her still swollen belly, her shoulders slumped, she is stouped over in pain. One nurse tries to get the young woman to sit down as a trail of blood drops follow the young woman. The nurse fears her stitches have come lose or torn when the mother jerked herself out of the hospital bed.
To say this woman is hysterical is putting it lightly. She is screaming and sobbing, staring at everyone around her desperately, begging people to help her find her baby.
"My baby, my baby is gone," she sobs, falling to her knees. Her husband steps out of the elevator, flowers in hand. But those pretty flowers hit the floor seeing his wife on the floor sobbing uncontrolably.
He rushes to her side and looks to the hurse, "What happened here?"
The young nurse looks deer in the headlights, "She claims someone stole her baby, but I'm sure he's in the nursery."
"Nursery, he? We had a little girl!"
"A little girl, but your chart says...."
The husband cuts her off with a, "I don't give a fuck about the chart! I give a fuck about where my baby is!"
Security comes rushing by them heading to the Nursery. The mother sees this and looks to her husband.
"Oh god Tom, she was in her bassinette right next to me when I went to sleep. I woke up and she was gone. TOM!"
Tom stands, clenching his fists as he runs down the hallway to the nursery. Security is all ready in there, he hears one call for the police. Tom stands, face pressed against the saftey, staring into his daughter's empty spot.

The police will get there too late. That mother didn't deserve a beautiful child like this. Christine Harvard was sure of that. She was sure the mother was too young and completely inept to care for an infant. She was certain no one would suspect dowdy, old Christine for a child knapper.
At the hospital, Christine injected a mild sedative to make the child sleep. Sleeping children aren't crying children. She wrapped the child up and placed the small baby into her oversized purse. It was easy to walk out, the babe's foot was so small that she could just slip off the lo jack. Before she left the maternity ward, she switched some charts just for an extra distraction. It was too easy.
She took the stairs to avoid prying eyes, should little Mary wake up too early. The stairs lead out to a parking lot and to her landboat skylark. Getting out of the exit security was easy as well. The gaurd on duty is an older man who Christine went out of her way to be nice too. The gaurd waved to her as she drives off into the night.
Her travels lead her to the slums, to a fairly more acceptable section of the slums. She managed to find a decent hotel and paid for a few weeks in advance. The clerk didn't ask questions, wasn't paid enough to. Christine wasn't about ot get caught, that why she didn't take Mary to her nice, proper house in the suburbs. She parks her car in the hotel parking lot just as Mary started to wake up. Christine snatches up her bag from the front seat. She peeks at Mary and smiles.
"Shush now little one, Momma's going to take you upstairs and feed you. But I need you to be quiet," under dolse tones, there was the slightence hint of malice. She plasters on a sweet smiles and enters the hotel.

*As the killer watched the news there was a twitch behind the eye. Leaning forward to focus on the sketch shown, the killer knows they are never accurate but if you focus on the certain points you can usually find the person. The killer made note of ears, eyes and mouth before turning off the television.

Pacing, thinking, plotting the best way to get this done. Things were to be made right...no one was going to destroy this city except this killer. Making the citizens cower was their job.

A snap of fingers and a blond woman was summoned. She would be perfect as a nurse, and credentials could be manufactured. Hell they took volunteers just to hold the poor lil crack babies who had no mothers.

It took one week, just one week to get the blond woman into the hospitals neo-natal ward. She introduced herself as Betty Hogthurp and was just a ball of sunshine, no one could resist that winning smile and perfect all-american facade. *

"Betty," a curvy black nurse calls to her from down the hallway. "Come this way sugar. I made you some coffee. You got a long day ahead of you. Since some sicko stole that pretty little darling out of here, things have been tight."
She is a woman in her 30's with a pleasent southern drawl. Her name tag says her name is Tanisha. She places the cup of coffee on the nyrses counter for Betty. She then picks up a handful of charts and hands them to Betty.
"I'm gonna go easy on you since its your first day and all sugar," apparently, a handful of charts is easy work. Security gaurds and police patrol the maternity ward and neo-natal areas of the floor. Two gaurds sit at every exit and elevator on the floor.
"Where the hell is Christine?" Tanisha asks another nurse. This nurse is an older white woman, with long black hair and muddy brown eyes. Her name tags says her name is Justine.
"She called in. Said her niece was in town or something. Used her vacation time," Justine says. "She'd been saving up that vacation time for a while. Seems like she just came back though."
"Hell of a time for her to chose to take vacation time. I'm amazed the supervisors let her take it," Tanisha remarks.
Justine pulls some reading glass off her face and looks to Tanisha and Betty, "She threatened to quit or something like that. But thats just what I heard. Personally, I'm kinda glad she's gone. She's just so damned weird."

*She follows Tanisha to the nurses station and sips her coffee while looking over the charts and listening to the two nurses converse. A glance up and a tilt of her pretty little head.* It does seem an odd time to take vacation but this probably has people very stressed right now. Weird? How do you mean? There is a whole lot of different types of weird out there. *A soft grin and shrugs*  Just ask me about my ex's. *A little wink as she observes the hallways as if guarding them herself. Ever the wonderful employee, the kind-hearted doll, the lightly playful girl everyone seems to like.*

"weird like, she used to just stand staring at the babies. When they would cry, she wouldn't go to them immediately, and sometimes she'd yell at them," Justine shakes her head. "That and she was always talking about how she and her boyfriend were trying to have a baby, but she's like fourty or something."
"Nah darlin', that old bitch had to be about fifty. But, she liked to keep to heerself and smoetimes she got really attached to some of the babies. Always the pretty white babies."

So she yells at the babies and they keep her around? Why? *Blinks and frowns deeply, disturbed by the news... at least on the outside. Inside she's thinking these two cows are making this way too damn easy, this has got to be the perp. The killer will be pleased.* Pretty white babies huh... she white? Maybe she lost a kid and has gone loco or something.

"God, I hope not," says tanisha as she grasp at her chest. Indeed, these nurses have all made things too easy. Of course various other things have made it all too easy.
"Yeah, she's only done it once or twice. Seems she's got some blood sugar thing going on. My mom used to have diabetes and would get kind ill sometimes," Justine remarks. It seems because of this, the nursing staff over looked some obvious signs. Not that the hospital would have fired her. She was one of the best nurses they had on staff. She was always jonny on the spot when it came to emergencies and she had the best bed side manner.
"Yeah, Christine is white. Cracker white," tanisha says. Justine giggles lightly. "Sorry, its just she made some odd comments toward black people in general."
Tanisha shrugs lightly, "Well, come on darlin' we have some mothers to attend to."
Tanisha leads Betty off.
Betty will be ordered to take blood pressure, check for heart beats of the babies, read charts and various other nurse duties. soon enough, she'll be given a hour and half lunch break.

*A nod and goes about her daily activities with ease, pretending to fit in and all that jazz. Once her lunch break comes she slithers off to peek into offices, trying to find files on this Christine person. She is hoping to find an address or something.*

The keys to the personal files is just lying there on the nurses station. The personal files are in the administrative office down the hallway.

*She snatches the keys up easily enough, slipping them in the sleeve of her sweater before moving towards the offices. A glance this way and that casually before sliding inside to grab the files. She memorizes the page before heading back out, muttering something about not feeling well before darting out of the hospital. She's gotten what she wants for now and has to deliver it.

When she arrives home she quickly writes down any information found on file and leaves it on the killer's desk. Sunset shall not arrive for a few hours still.*

*When the killer wakes from their slumber, the note is found.

Now comes the boring part, stalking the intended victim to be sure of the crime being committed.

The killer first stakes out the address given to the hospital, lurking in the still of the night to be sure the house is inhabited first of all and secondly finding a link to the person inside.*

The house in the burbs is empty, a few newspapers sit on the front lawn. There doesn't seem to be any security to the one story house. It is a simple ranch styled dwelling. There is no car outside, so no one is home.

The crying filled the tiny hotel room. Infact, the crying has gone on so long her neighbors have started to complain to the managment. The management does little to help, they simply come up and knock on the door. There is no answer, just that incessant crying.
There is no answer because Christine is rocking herself in a corner, a pillow clutched to her chest. She stares to a small, make shift bassinette she had shoved in the coner behind the bed. It was if she wished to hide the child.
She stands, her face covered by shadows. Light reflecting off her thick glasses give her an even startling appearence. Little Mary lays on her back, her hands reaching up into the air, her mouth wide. She screaming for someone to get her,"please pick me up. Please love me."
She stands over the screaming baby, staring at her in silence. She brings the pillow up to her own face, bitting down on the cushion. It felt like fire in her brain, the rage spreading through her like vemon. It was infecting her, changing her, tormenting her. It bubbled in the pit of her stomach, the proverbial devil on her shoulder whispering such naughty things to her ears.
"Do it, silence the child," it coos. But for now, Christines resolve is strong.
"Shut up!" she screams to the baby. "SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Little Mary is startled into silence, but soon screams again. This time only louder. Christine falls over onto the bed, curling up into the fetal position. She begins to sob, quietly pleading for the baby to quit crying. But, she won;t, she is hungry and Christine doesn't have formula. Mary wants to be held, but Christine is too busy breaking down. The vicious cycle begins, time is running out for Mary. If Christine doesn;t get her, the neglect will.

Meanwhile, talk of a crying baby is starting to spread through the area. At least around the hotel. It is turning away business because Johns with their whores don;t want to have to listen to a crying baby. They could go home to their wives and children for that.

*The killer figured the house would be empty, yes people are that stupid but this one would've been caught already if she was. Local hotels were checked next, ones that sell by the hour because there they really dont check ID. The killer checks for Christine's name on the rosters and asks about women with children coming through. Of course she has to pad a few palms to help the greasy men behind the counters remember things.*

One man suddenly remembers after being have a hundred.
"Yeah, I've been getting complaints all night about a baby crying. But, it seemed to stop a little ago. Um, dunno any woman by the name of Christine, course people tend to use fake names here."

*A grunt in response, trying to focus her anger and not snap on this man. Not that he's innocent, but he isn't who she's looking for right now.* Which room, tell me quick. *She didn't hope to save the child, no use in getting disappointed. Her goal is to stop this killer before she can strike again. She pushes the ager deeper inside herself, holding it until it can be unleashed.*

"Shit, it um..." the greasy portly man in stained wife beater and c heap comb over turns to look over his logs. As he's doing so, there is the distant crying of a baby. A man comes down, fixing his pants as he storms down the stairs.
"Hey, is anyone going to do anything about that god damned baby!?" the man demands. He looks to the other and silences himself. He points an angry finger to the clerk.
"Do something soon."
He marches back upstairs just as soon as he finds a number.
"Ah yes," he adjusts his reading glasses. "Room 104."

*A snarl at the man complaining then focuses once more on the clerk.* I just about lost my patience... you were damn lucky. *She takes off like a shot towards room 104 and halts in front of the door. A slow unneeded breath in and then out before a knock on the door, have to at least look like she's semi-normal before she turns this woman inside out.*

(Roy ruled on christine's danger sense. 2 succs)

She hears the knock, but something doesn;t feel right as she approaches the door. There is an ever growing feel of dread in the back of her mind. Because of this, she does not open the door. She presses her ear against the door to listen. But it is hard to hear over a baby crying. She turns to look at the baby, a small twinkle of maternal instinct peeking through.
She creeps away from the door and scoops up the baby. Christine knows the baby is hungry, but the person at the door is her main concern at the moment.
"GO AWAY!" she yells, startling the baby into screaming again.

*As the baby stops crying, she knows the woman has her. The shout comes from further inside the hotel room, meaning the door is now clear. She can smell the woman inside, feel the blood pounding, the fear. She loves the smell of fear, it NEVER gets old, it still excites her.
A quick study of the door and she knows it's easily broken, I mean it IS a flea bag motel so it's not like they splurge on doors worth more then 19.95 a piece.
A snarl to the John passing her on the walkway so he hurries along out of the way before a step back is taken and her combat boot is sent flying at the flimsy door.
She burns blood towards Celerity, her job is to stop Christine but IF she can save the baby in the process then more power to her. If the baby dies, just another casualty of the many wars she's decided to fight.*