Christine clutches the baby to her chest tightly. She has no chance of out running the killer...But the killer better hurry for the baby's face is being smothered into Christine's chest.

*She narrows her eyes and uses her celerity to leap at the woman and break her wrist so she drops the baby into Bellisa's waiting arms. Of course the baby is set down away from Christine and out of Bellisa's care only moments later.

Darkened eyes stare at the woman as she kicks the door shut, barring it with the nearby chair just so it blocks the view from the hall at least. It wont keep anyone out for long.* You've been very bad.

*The pale brunette wears a black bodysuit with multiple pockets and a utility belt. Most was covered by a leather jacket which she's since removed and placed over the baby... no one wants a blood splattered baby.* Very...Very...Bad. You need to repent...pay for your sins... making children suffer... tsk tsk tsk. *Her voice is like smoke and honey, rolling smoothly and she seems calm which makes it even more eerie.* What have you got to say for yourself?

When her hand is broken, she creams. She falters backwards against the nearby way, using it to catch herself. She clutches her wrist, watching the woman. She scowls as the woman speaks to her.
Christine seems insulted by this woman's declaration that she harmed babies. She pats a hand on her chest, staring intently at this woman.
"I'm a nurse, I saved those babies. Those..." she sputtered. Indignant that she had to explain herself to this...woman...strange woman. She shakes her head and composes herself. "Those so-called-mothers would have ruined their babies. They would have corrupted them with their drugs and sex. they would have abused those children. I rescued them, saved them from their damnation."
As she speaks, she starts backing toward the open window.

*A faint eerie laughter as Bellisa draws closer to her* You must be joking... you can't believe I'll buy your load of shit after that baby has been crying all damn day. You nearly killed it when I burst in... you're a murderer.
Come on, you can confess your sins to me... promise. I shall release you from their bonds. *Her voice coiling like a snake, acting soothing.*

"I have commited no sins. God took those babies from me, I saved them...Only I can save those babies. The world rejects me...Yes, they reject my ideals. Mothers so young, so drug and sex dependent can not raise children. They are better off dead and in heaven." She comments as she nears the back open window.

*Bellisa's head lowers a little and a growl emits from her like some animal as she tenses and pounces the woman.* YOU ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE. You have committed the worst crime...killing children... you WILL pay for your sins.

~I~ am the voice of reason. ~I~ am your executioner! ~I~ will make you suffer and I will send you on your merry way to the furthest depths of hell. *Her voice is tight with darkness as she hisses these words to the woman, the anger palpable in the air.*

Christine screams ever so dramatically, waking the sleeping babe yet again. Little Mary cries out at the top of her lungs. Christine tries her best to thwart this woman by attempting to push her off her. Desperate, she starts screaming for help.

*A low chuckle as the woman screams and she yanks her back towards the bed. A hand is slapped over her mouth and she just waits a second before murmuring.* Stop screaming or you'll make me very angry. *Her hazel eyes listen for the sound of people outside the door, not really wanting to be interrupted. She's prepared to just snap the woman's next if she must and flee with the baby.

She weighs her options, dead is dead afterall... or maybe she could give her to the Nos as a present... those things will give even the most cruel people nightmares. Naw, she'll just kill this woman if she doesn't stop.*

Christine stops screaming, but she does keep struggling. She ties to throw her elbow to the woman's face. Little Mary still crying and wiggling.

*She gets hit in the face by the elbow and growls a little since an elbow in the face still hurts whether you're dead or not. A mere glance to the crying child, this is why she never wanted children...ugh.*

You're lucky... you know that child probably just saved you from a week of torture... instead I'm going to kill you quickly so that baby can be looked after by someone who REALLY cares... not some psycho like you.

Now...no screaming... any last words? *The hand comes off her mouth for a moment but if she screams, it'd be slapped right back on.*

When the hand comes off her mouth, Christine wastes no time, "HELP! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, SOMEONE PLEASE HELPO ME!!!" she screams desperately...all of which fall on deaf ears.

*The hand is not returned instead one is placed on her forehead and the other on her chin.* Fine, be that way. *She yanks on the woman's head to snap her neck.*

The neck is snapped with a sickening crack of bone and flesh. Christine's gaze goes black and her body falls limp. A death far to swift for such a monster...yet, strangely enough, her last thoughts were about the child...fear for the hell and damnation little Mary will suffer at the hands of this monster....even in her final seconds, she never realized she was truely the monster...and this women, well, she is the monster hunter.
The baby has stopped crying, eventually exhausting herself back to sleep.

*Bellisa rose from the corpse and watched the limp body. Was it as fun for her as some of the deaths she's caused, no but it still gave her that small thrill inside.

Out to the car the woman went, returning with bleach which she poured over the woman and scrubbed the room with.

The man at the front desk was paid to be silent and threatened as well as Bellisa left with the small baby wrapped in her blanket.

The hospital was the next stop, she waited until it was fairly silent outside. Her black trench with hood pulled up over her face was applied to her person before she approached and left the child on a gourney just inside the door. Of course a tiny little pinch to the babe to wake it in screams and Bellisa was gone before the nurse could scurry forward from behind the nursing station.

This wasn't the life Bellisa had ever planned...hell it wasn't even life as normals knew it... but it was the little things that kept her sane. Or was this sane?*