Shadow walked up to the familiar house, taking his time. He didn't worry that he might be spotted on the street. Most people weren't up at this hour, and he didn't think anyone would bother him even if they did see his outline in the night. He went up to the same window as before and climbed in. Maybe he should tell them to get better security. Or maybe not. He wasn't what the police were calling a nice person, though he couldn't help it if people didn't like his type of friendly.

Isis was a complete and utter mess. Despite that Malik was supposed to be released from the hospital later on that night, the fact that he'd been attacked in the first place had hit her hard. She was currently curled up on the living room couch; the only light in the room came from the television in front of her. Perhaps it would help her take her mind off of it, and possibly even lull her to sleep - she'd barely gotten any the night before.

She sighed, nuzzling further down into the blanket draped over her.

He caught the noise from the television right when he stepped inside. There usually wasn't noise in the houses he entered. It seemed that someone was having trouble sleeping tonight. Since he had been in the house before Shadow decided not to bring his bag, instead making his way towards the sound of the television. His footsteps were soft on the ground. He made his way to the couch and peered over, noticing her lying beneath a blanket, not yet asleep. Good, now he didn't have to go through the trouble of waking her. He brought up his left hand, wrist still in a brace, keeping the item attached to a thick piece of rope silent. Suddenly, he let the item drop, though kept the rope held tightly in his hand so it would only fall in front of her face and not to the floor.

Isis had been just about to doze off when the object dropped down in front of her; she snapped awake immediately upon seeing it. She couldn't quite tell what it was, since it was silhouetted against the TV screen, but one thing was definite: whatever it was, someone was there holding it up. Isis quickly turned her head upward to get a glimpse of who it was, but the light from the screen was hitting something black. "What--?!" She was cut off by her own gasp of surprise, eyes widening as her hand flew up to her mouth.

"Don't you like my gift? I figured you would, what with it being sort of Egyptian." He swumg around an upside-down pyramid, painted gold and complete with the Millenium Eye on it. It was nothing more then a fake, which one could easily tell, but his busy schedule of thieving didn't leave him much time for arts and crafts. "It's a wonder I ever try and bring things to people. They never seem to be happy to see me bring it."

Isis' eyes darted back to the object. "Th-the Puzzle?! What..." She looked back up at Shadow, now fully aware of who he was. "Y-you!" The fake Puzzle completely forgotten, her next conscious thought was to get to the phone and call for help.

She batted the fake Puzzle out of the way and sprang up from the couch, nearly tripping over her blanket as she hurried over to the phone.

"No you don't!" He yelled and lunged at her, grabbing her hair and yanking her back. "We aren't done here yet."

She cried out in pain as her hair was pulled, and she fell backwards onto the couch, her back making a sickening pop as it landed on the arm of the sofa. Isis clutched at the hair near the nape of her neck in an attempt to lessen the pain, fearfully gazing up at the black figure hovering above her. "L-Let me go... please...!"

He wiggled a finger in front of her, amused. Instead of pulling his hand away he did quite the opposite. Shadow ran his hand through her hair, letting the soft locks slide through his fingers. The fake Puzzle swung wildly around, hitting both her head and his arm, though he didn't notice the pain. "It seems I've found my Pocahontas," he whispered, letting the hair fall from his hand.

The hits from the fake Puzzle barely even registered within her mind as Isis lay there on the couch, paralyzed with fear. Her head was throbbing with pain; she squeezed her eyes shut and quietly whimpered as Shadow's fingers slid through her hair, cringing at the touch. Maybe if she just closed her eyes and thought of something else, she would wake up on the couch - perhaps she had fallen asleep and all of this was just a nightmare...

Shadow walked around to the front of the couch now that his hands were free from her hair. The sight of his Pocahontas closing her eyes angered him, and he made a large arch with the Puzzle and aimed it for her head. While it didn't hit as hard as he had wanted, he figured it would do its job to tell her to keep her eyes opened.

The sharp pain in her head told Isis that this was definitely no dream - she could feel her eyes burning as she slowly opened them, unable to focus on her assailant. She weakly clutched at her head, curling up into the fetal position, tears threatening to escape from her eyes.

It seemed as if her relation to Malik didn't go much farther then their last name. She was putting up no resistance, and Shadow wasn't sure whether he liked that or not. It made things much easier, but it also lacked the fun he was hoping for. He reached down and pulled out his knife, which he had cleaned not long ago. "I've sailed from a far away place," he began, "surviving the torment of the water and finally landed. With wandering eyes I look around for treasure. I find none, but then I spot something. Do you know what that something is?"

No, Isis didn't know what it was, nor did she want to know, all she wanted was for this to end so that the house would be safe when Malik came home - wait, Malik. He had defended himself against Shadow, so why couldn't she? She was an Ishtar, after all, and nobody messed around with the Ishtar clan and got away with it.

Her trembling calmed a bit and she looked up at Shadow, the fear in her eyes tranforming to angry resolve. Isis uncurled her body slightly and thrust her knee forward, aiming for a spot that would be very painful if it were to be hit.

Shadow was about to continue with his story, one he was very proud of, except for that not-so-lovely knee of hers. He cried out and grabbed himself as he stumbled backwards, the Puzzle skidding a few feet away from him. "Bitch!" He screamed, eyes glued to her, taking the pain that he felt and showing it as anger. This wouldn't go unpunished.

An uncharacteristic smirk crossed Isis' lips as she sprang up from the couch, the thief temporarily incapacitated. She debated with herself for a split-second, over whether to call the police or get something to defend herself with - and she took off towards the phone. If she could even just barely get through to the police, they would be able to track the call to her house and arrive within a few minutes, in which she hopefully wouldn't be banged up too badly.

He saw her go for the phone again and he attempted to stand up. Pain shot through him and he stumbled. He looked around, trying to find a quick solution, and saw one with the puzzle. Despite the pain he leaned over and grabbed the rope handle, quickly throwing it at Isis' retreating figure.

Isis had just barely made it to the table with the phone on it when she felt something quite heavy and blunt hit her in the shoulder. A sharp pain coursed through her body as she clutched her shoulder, crumpling to the floor. Once again, her eyes stung with tears as she struggled to push herself off of the floor - she was feeling quite woozy from the earlier blows to her head, and the adrenaline rush wasn't helping her throbbing head very much, so all she could really do was lay there and brace herself for whatever assault that was going to come her way next.

When Shadow noticed that she did not get up right away he smiled and gave himself an extra moment before he got up. The pain had lessened, and now adrenaline coursed through him even more. He walked up to her, pulling out his knife. He stopped over her, wondering if he should flip her over or not, and decided on the latter. The last thing he needed was another kick. He sat down on the back of her thighs and cut a slit on the left side of her waist. "Now everyone knows who found Pocahontas first."

As she felt his weight on the back of her legs, Isis began trembling again. She couldn't move, she couldn't fight back; all she could feel was the excruciating pain as his knife slid through her flesh. She bit down on her lip and squirmed around beneath him, kicking her legs up in hopes of getting him in the back. However, Isis' struggling would probably only backfire on her in the end, and she could feel hot tears streaming down her face as she realized this. "P-Please..." she squeaked, hoping that her assailant would let up.

"Please what?" He asked in a gentle voice. He put the knife away and placed his hands on the small of her back, then slide them up until they wrapped around each shoulder. "Please what, Pocahontas?"

Isis cringed as she felt his hands on her back, and her quivering grew as a sob escaped from her throat. She glanced up at Shadow from the corner of her eye, vision obscured by the flow of tears and the still-remaining wooziness. "Let... let me go..." she choked out.

Shadows hands drew back down and rested between her shoulder blades. One hand reached out to twirl her hair. He pressed it between his fingers and gave a yank before letting go. As he started to stand up he slammed his open-faced hand on her back, grinning at the contact. He grabbed the Puzzle that fell not far from her and started walking towards the front door. "Now you can call the police." With that he opened the door and walked out, not bothering to close it behind him.

She cried out again as pain wracked her body from the impact of his hand on her back, and she didn't even bother to look up at him as he exited the house. Once she could no longer feel his prescence, Isis struggled to push herself off of the floor again, whimpering at the immense pain between her shoulders. She shakily reached up to grab the phone and collapsed back down onto her right side, dialing emergency.

As soon as the operator came on, Isis broke down completely, barely managing to choke out her problem between sobs.