How coincidental.

"So am I."

Abigail sighed and grabbed Catherine by the back of her shirt collar, pulling her back. The little girl looked up at her stubbornly. "Fine. I'll just find out from your teacher," she said. "You kids, back to class! These two are leaving on account of illness."

A figure at the top of the stares frowned. "Do they have to? I was so hoping I would get a chance to talk to them." She smirked, just staring at Soahc, Catherine, and the one whom she assumed was the Headmistress.

Catherine looked up at the strange woman. "Someone has an obsession with the color orange," she pointed out rudely. She couldn't help it, though, she was just mad right now and just wanted to go home.

She laughed. "It's merely a nice color," she said, taking steps down the stairs. "But, anyway. Time to get to business." She pushed Abigail out of the way, which only resulted in the Headmistress becoming rather insulted.

She grabbed a squirming Catherine by the collar of her shirt and put one of her knives against the girls throat. This wasn't a prank, either; she would seriously kill the girl if it came to that.

"LET ME GO!!" the seven-year-old screamed at the top of her lungs, still thrashing around in the woman's grasp. Her neck was getting slightly scratched up, but it was ok. As long as it didn't go in too deep she would live.

Catherine stopped for a moment and looked at him. He was actually threatening that lady? That was both shocking and a relief, since she didn't think she could get out of this alone.

The woman just laughed at him. "Oh, wow, I'm so very frightened!" she said, not even acting like she was afraid.

Another woman who looked exactly the same as the one threatening Catherine appeared behind Soahc. "That little arm of yours isn't going to do anything, squirt," she said, pointing to it. "That I can guarantee."

The look-alike of the woman just stepped to the side, yawning. This was boring, but she should have expected as much from seven-year-olds. "Wasting your tiiimmee...." she said in a sing song voice, taunting him.

While Soahc was occupied with the clone, the other woman grabbed Catherine's arms and started carrying her up the stairs, knife still at her throat. "Let's go wait for Jira, sweetie," she said, obviously holding back maniacal giggles. "And we can play some games while we're at it."

Even though her limbs were held tightly because of the older female, Catherine continued to struggle. Frigid blood needles zoomed at the woman, though they seemed to have no affect. "Let me go!!" she continued to scream. "And leave Soahc alone! He's done NOTHING to you!!"

The two women just laughed, amused by the girls efforts.

Abigail looked between the two. She wasn't two people, and couldn't really save both of them at the same time. Using her powers, she tried to pry the knife from the one woman's hand, but it didn't seem to be working. Eyes widened slightly as she though she realized something, and she quickly looked to Soahc.

She had a plan.

Abigail raced toward her office.

The woman looked at Jira when she heard another pair of footsteps. She turned, walking up the steps backward, holding Catherine in front of her. If he tried anything, it would most likely hit the little kid. And she doubted he wanted that. "Why hello," she said.

Catherine continued to squirm around to the best of her ability. Why can't I get free!! she screamed in her head, kicking and trying to get free as best as she could.

The clone dodged merely by taking just a step to the right or left and looked at her black painted nails, bored. However, the fire had been unexpected, and it burnt her arm. The arm seemed to be static-like for a moment and she stared at it.

That was obviously why Abigail had run off. This woman was an illusion, though she wasn't sure about the other one yet.