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She hadn't slept that well in a long time. It wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, though... the sofa in Martha's livingroom, spiffed up with countless pillows and sheets.

At first the old lady wanted them to sleep in her own bed, but Jane refused that, could convince her that this sofa was enough for them.

Jack hadn't said a word during the rest of the evening...
Jane thought... hoped... he had calmed down, forgott about the discussion he had with Martha earlier.

The place to sleep wasn't the most comfortable, yes... but still... Jane felt great...
It was this feeling of beeing wellcomed... of 'home' that had let her fall into the most restorative sleep she have had in years.

She would have slept until the morning, if there hadn't been those hands that shook her, this voice that called her.

"Wach auf, wach auf, los!"
('Wake up, wake up, come!')

Jane mumbled something, didn't want to wake up...

Something hit her side.
"Wach auf! Wir müssen gehen!"
('Wake up! We have to go!')

Well she was awake now, but still she kept her eyes closed.
This time her 'brother' would need some more...

...then she smelled it.

Jane opened her eyes.

Smoke... fire...

Jack grasped her arm in the very same moment, pulled her up.

"Los, los, los!"
('Come on! Come on!')

She could hear the hissing of flames, smoke started to fill the room...
... the fire seemed to be in the kitchen.

Jack pulled her forward, towards the front door...

She barely even realized what was just goin on.

"Was ist los... was ist passiert?"
('What's going on... what happened?') ... then she started to scream, wanted to get free from her 'brother'.
"Martha!"

Jack's grip tightened, painfully... he pulled her close for a moment... stared in her eyes...
... a terrible look.
"Sei still!"
('Be quiet!')

This look stunned her for a moment, she let him pull her with him again, couldn't fight it anymore.

He pushed her out of the house, away from it, over the street... towards the close forest.

Jane could do nothing more than looking back, a silent plea in her eyes... hopeing the old lady would follow them each moment...

She saw the flames shooting out of the kitchen windows, could hear little explosions...

...some lights in the neighbourhood went on...

Finally, deep in the woods Jack stopped.
They where still close enough to see the shine of the fire... to hear voices and screams
Jane still couldn't get free from her 'brother's' grip.

"Lass mich los, wir müssen zurück, wir müssen helfen!"
('Let go off me, we have to go back, we have to help!')
She started to struggle, to fight against his grip still thinking about some accident...

... until she heard his laughter...

... she finally realized.

This laughter... this look in his eyes...

She realized now, that e wore all his clothes, as if he had been prepared... he even carried her own clothes with him...
... prepared... planned...

And this laugter... this laughter...

She looked at him in disbelief.
"Warum... warum..."
('Why... why...') she whispere, couldn't take her eyes of him... of this look in his face... this grin.

Jack chuckled, he brushed his hair back with his hand.
"Hat nur von Gott geredet, ja? Gott schützt, ja? Gott hilft ihr, ja? So glücklich, so glücklich, ja? He he he...! Nichts tut er, nichts!"
('Only talked abour god, yes? God protects, yes? God helps her, yes? So happy, so happy, yes? He he he...! Nothing he does, nothing!')

A hysterical laughter escaped his throat as he turned around to look back towards the red shine that broke through the trees.

"He he he... hat... hat er mich gestoppt? He he NEIN!... was nun, was nun alte Hexe, wie gehst du damit um, ja wie? Immernoch glücklich ja? NEIN! Unglücklich sollst du sein, leiden sollst du! Glaube an Monster, nicht an Gott!"
('He he he... did... did he stop me? He he NO!... what now, what now old witch, how will you cope with this, yes how? Still happy, yes? NO! Unhappy you should be, you should suffer! Believe in monsters, not in god!')

He looked at her again, a wild, croocked grin on his face.
Janes eyes where filled with tears... her face red with rage and fear...
She made a step forward, started to scream.

"Warum, warum, warum?! Warum bist du so grausam, warum?!"
('Why, why, why?! Why are you so cruel, why?!')

He dropped down the clothes, grabbed her by her shoulders, shook her.

"Grausam?! Grausam?! Ja?! Lüge, lüge! Das... hehe das Leben, das IST grausam..."
('Cruel?! Cruel?! Yes?! Lie, lie! The... hehe the life, it IS cruel...')
His voice cracked
"Niemand will es sehen, ja? Aber ich beweise es, ich beweise es, niemand ist sicher, jeder soll leiden, ja!" ('No one want's to see it, yes? But I proof it, I proof it, no one is safe, everyone should suffer, yes!')

He wanted to say more, but a slap in his face stopped him.
Jack let go of her. He hold his cheek, a blank expression in his eyes...
... surprise...

Jane had put her hands over her mouth, stared at him... a look of surprise on her face as well...
... a look of surprise... and fear.

She had slapped him in his face.

How could she..

He will be angry...

Angry...

Oh no...

Run!
Run, hide!

The woman turned around, started to run...
... she only managed a few steps, before she felt the grip of his hand around her wrist again...

Too late...

He pulled her back.

He had slapped him in his face...

How could she...
... she closed her eyes.