The sadistic one with the knife seemed to be mad at who she called the 'Doktor'. This couldn't be good. Zach walked up to her and showed her a note, but that probably wouldn't calm her down enough. 'It wasn't a fever dream. It was real. We were all there.'
That should be enough, even for her, to calm down. Chell ran out as fast as she could, but Seven didn't bother. He decided to watch over the sleeping bodies in case one of them woke up, or something came through a portal.

Zoe took the notepad from Zach's hands and studied his message carefully.
"I see..."
Looking at him, she smiled gleefully and took a deep breath.
Without so much as a warm up she raised up her leg and kicked him with her heels in an instant.

With derision and scorn she looked down on him as she carelessly flung his notepad to the floor.

"That dirty hand of yours is being awfully greedy you urchin...I've got just the remedy for that..."
Having completely turned her attention away from the sleeping Tavrin, she shook with fury reminiscent of fear as she held her knife awkwardly and peered at Zach. Something seemed familiar about him.

Zach gasped and coughed, the actions irritating his throat and he pawed at it to relax it. He stumbled back, clutching his stomach and looked at the girl. His hair parted to reveal one of his eyes before he quickly readjusted his hair. This girl was insane! Zach had to get away before she killed him. He was confident he could outrun the girl in heels and was relieved to see that where his notepad fell and the entrance to the stairwell was a straight line and bolted. Quickly scooping up his notepad, he shoved it in his pocket and thundered up the stairs. He leapt out the door and smashed into Chell, knocking her to the floor. He quickly helped her up and with a slight bow for apologizes, made his way to an alleyway to hide himself.

Chell flew face first towards the wet concrete after the impact. The fall itself was merely a scratch, but her pride was hurt. She was about to turn around and unleash hell upon whoever had knocked her down when she realized it was Zach. The slight angered expression that was building up on her face vanished in a moment, replaced by a confused look. He helped her get up and, without saying a single word, took off into a side alley. Chell stood there, confused, in the rain.

After a moment of reflection she followed him into the alley, spotting him as soon as she turned the corner. Chell walked up to him and faced him, a quite honest smile decorating her face.

"You were vital in our survival. In my survival. I thank you." she said, her voice soft and gentle. She concluded with a bow and spun on her heels, heading back towards the entrance of the house. As she went down the stairwell to check on the others, she encountered another female figure, standing next to one of the sleepers. She was dressed quite well, resembling royalty. The odd factor was that she was clutching a kitchen knife.

"Who the hell are you?" she queried, a blank expression on her face but with a slight note of disgust in her voice.

The maniac kicked Zach to the floor, and Seven nearly gasped. He looked at the woman with confusion, as he didn't see why she would do that. He tried to help Zach, but he had already bolted out. 'What the hell was that for?!' Seven inquired of the insane girl. He was about to approach her when Chell appeared, face now dirtied. When she spoke, Seven knew she could handle it, so he sighed and calmly walked up the stairs. He waited at the top.

Zach wasn't happy with that departure. He wanted to say the same to her but when he pulled out his notepad, the rain quickly speckled the piece of paper, making it impossible to write on. All he could do was return her bow, and give her a faint smile and wave as she walked away. He wondered if she would be safe with the crazy knife girl, but she looked much more presentable than him so she should be fine and not called a street urchin. He quickly guided himself through the network of dingy alleyways to make his way back home. He would need to write down his findings and then investigate the house again to see if any cultists return.

Frost, Vitaliy, and Gerald/Gaius all woke up in the basement of Kegin's home. Chell was just beginning to confront Zoe when they awakened. Vitaliy's leg felt numb, as if the nerves in his legs were not functioning.

Meanwhile Strazta, Klein, and Tavrin witnessed another massive imprint step closer to them.

Zoe tilted her head to the side like a confused dog. Such a strange question to ask. She casually flipped the sharp kitchen knife in her hand as the urchin scuttled up the stairs.
"I'm sorry, most people just ask why? Not who. Such an impersonal question don't you think?"
She caught the knife and placed the tip to her chin.
"I guess you could say I'm just a girl that wants to have fun."
Winking and scowling, she pointed the knife's edge a little to the side of Chell, at the staircase that Zach escaped too.
"And since, you so rudely let my fun get away, I guess you'll have to do..."
Zoe scowled and placed her hand on her hip, holding her knife in front of her.
"You don't look like much of a squealer though...a tough meatbag aren't you..."

Chell stood impassible as Zoe spoke the first part of her monologue. But as she mentioned "her fun getting away", Chell realized that she probably meant Zach. That would explain why he was so terrified. Her arms instinctively crossed as she assumed a more towering position.

"Watch out with that knife, kiddo. Momma ain't around to cuddle you if you cut yourself." she stated with a slight smirk, her voice leaning a bit more towards a mocking tone. Chell was on the ready: if this little brat was as stupid as she said to be, an attack was imminent.

"Funny, Mummy never was...Don't think I've cut myself much either..."
Zoe knelt down smiling, without taking her eyes of Chell, but ignoring the others in the room, as she took of both of her heels.
"Believe you me, I've experimented. But its a lot more fun to share with others. Wouldn't you agree?"
Holding her hands outstretched as though she was expecting a hug, she winked at Chell.
"Daddy's more of the hunting type, so I would be better for both of us if you...came closer"

Chell acted as soon as the wink came: with a quick and smooth move she grabbed her rifle and put it in front of her, not quite pulling it up in a fire position. She was instead resting the kick on her thigh, keeping the rifle upwards with her right hand whilst caressing the trigger with her index finger. Meanwhile the left hand was now resting on her hip. The barrel of the Enfield was vaguely aimed towards Zoe.

"Sniper's work better from afar, kiddo. And I don't feel like sharing a bullet. Besides, you might actually be an useful meatshield next time we go in there." Chell's voice shifted to a more blank tone, but the smirk stayed on her face. Luckily she was a couple of steps away from Zoe, so she would have time to react in case of a sudden attack.

Hands still outstreched, she looked suspiciously open. With a twitch of her blade, she aimed a brightening glare at Chell's eyes, while kicking up one of her heels up into the air and grabbing on to other with her free hand. With a sickening quickness, she closed much of the gap, stopping just short of Chell. With a quick turn, she flung her other shoe up to Chell's face, just as the glare wore out.

As soon as the glare touched Chell's face, she knew the outcome of the next couple of moments. Without even closing her eyes she took the glare, which affected her sight slightly. Her eyes took a moment to focus on Zoe, whom was moving towards her. That brat was fast, maybe faster than Chell. But she wasn't smarter. As soon as the shoe left Zoe's hand, Chell began spinning in an ellipse, gratiously avoiding the shoe. Using the momentum she began pulling up the rifle, keeping her hand onto the handle area. When the spin finally concluded its cicle, Chell was standing not too far away from Zoe, facing her almost directly.

The momentum carried the rifle towards Zoe, and Chell saw the opportunity. She began pulling the rifle upwards, dragging the barrel towards the incoming Zoe.

Zoe started again, Pivoting a launching in the direction of Chell's spin. She saw her gun rising, and she didn't care continuing onward unabated. With the flick of a wrist, she sent Daisy into her opposite hand, and wrapped her leading arm around the one she used to hold the gun. Knife in palm, she forced her own hand upon the bottom of the trigger upwards, so that the rifle and Chell's trigger arm were pointed towards the sky.
"Just like Daddy, always loved shooting. Sure would be a shame if this finger became garbage wouldn't you say?"

(((OOC: NOW BEFORE DICKS START FLYING, this control was agreed between me and Org. Hakuna your tatas)))

Chell got herself caught. Zoe had her pinned, and she could feel the blade caressing her index. But Chell remained ice cold, her emerald eyes locking with Zoe's.

"Oh that would certainly be a shame. Too bad it ain't gonna happen!" Chell shouted. Her neck muscles tensed as she flung her head towards Zoe, hitting her right in her nose with her own forehead. Zoe recoiled back, releasing her grip from her rifle and stumbling a step backwards. Chell's left hand wrapped around the barrel of the Enfield and shoved it towards Zoe, sticking the barrel of her gun into her mouth. The two women froze for a moment. Chell's expression was filling with hate and disgust. She cracked her neck twice before leaning forward slightly, barrel still in Zoe's moth and Chell's finger on the trigger.

"Test me, kiddo. I am now willing to gift you a round." she stated with a cold, monotonous voice.