the Fragment Chronicles: Katherine [Rewriting] ⊸

Chapter Four : Joseph Campbell

Faith's eyes flitted back and forth between Walter and Katherine. Walter saw a light bulb go off her in eyes before she turned towards Katherine. "Oh, you're Katherine?" She asked, looking her up and down from her perfectly curled brunette hair, to the leather jacket and tank top revealing cleavage, to her skinny jeans and burgundy stilettos.

          Katherine's shoulders relaxed for the split of a second her jaw unclenched. "You've heard of me?"

          "Um," Faith licked her lips. "Not technically speaking — "

          "Faith read your List." Walter interrupted, receiving glares from the two women.

          "Oh," Katherine's expression quickly faded, her back straightened up and she placed her hand back on her hip. "Do you mind if we talk out in the hall?"

          Walter met her gaze and cautiously said, "Sure." He followed her out into the hallway after she grabbed her purse. Once he closed it shut Katherine brought her hands up to his chest and started hitting him. "Ow — what the — stop!" He complained, restraining her wrists, managing to keep her from clawing his eyes out with her long nails.

          Katherine's eyes narrowed and she inhaled, "You let her read the List?"

          He could tell she was furious, keeping her voice down so Faith wouldn't be able to hear unless she was standing right on the other side of the door. "No — "

          "But she — "

          "She went through my stuff," he told her truthfully, letting her hands go.

          Katherine leant her back up against the wall and stared aimlessly, "What a bitch."

          Walter didn't know how to reply; whether to defend or agree.

          "I should get going," she told him.

          "No, you don't  ... have dinner with us." He offered, not entirely thinking out any possible scenarios of what could go down if both Faith and Katherine had sat down across from his dinner table that night.

            Katherine shook her head, "I'm a vegetarian."

          "What a coincidence, because so am I," he cheekily smiled, placing his hands in his back jean pockets. "Nice try."

          "Nice try," she mocked. "I have plans, actually. I do have a life, y'know?"

          Walter shrugged, "It's just dinner, Kat."

          She looked up at him with cautious eyes. "I would actually appreciate it if you didn't call me 'Kat'."

          "How come?" He asked, standing up straighter, silently mocking her height. She quickly leaned her back off the wall and straightened her back as well.

          "Um," she gulped. "I don't like nostalgia."

          Walter didn't know whether to reply or ask more questions; before he could Katherine quickly picked up her feet and started walking down the hallway. "Hey," he caught her attention.

          She turned on her heel, standing a few feet away from Sean's front door. "Yeah?" She asked willingly.

          "My name's Walter, by the way," he told her, placing his hand on his chest.

          Katherine whispered his name to herself before speaking up, "I like it." She smiled and walked back down the hallway and around the corner.