So.. I bet your wondering what happened on Tamarin's end. Why did she leave Neko like that? Didn't she love her?

Let's take this back to the night she wrote the note..

•- Tamarin / 3rd Person POV -•

A few nights ago..

Tamarin noticed that she wasn't able to sleep through her seemingly uncontrollable form anymore, so she had to watch herself kill innocent minors and anyone else who got in the way. Authorities found 10 bodies? That unfortunately was only the surface number. There were 10 bodies she had not hidden, the voice telling her to leave those. In reality there were 26 dead, most hidden.

A scream of agony sounded out in front of her and she winced.

Scratch that.. 27 dead.

She sighed, and forced herself to look at the body, flicking the fresh blood off the used tentacle. She gained control over the little things about her form, like her head and sometimes her 4 tentacles, but it's like having 4 extra arms and it's hard to control them, so she only controls one at a time for now.

"Now.. let's hide this one in the forest." The voice echoed in the back of her mind. She always found herself wondering what it was. Was it even real..? Maybe it was just all in her head and she was just going through learning how to control it.

She used one tentical to pick up the body by the foot and trudged off with it, moving quickly to avoid being seen. She was walking in the woods after a while, the pines on the ground poking at her feet and tail, some getting stuck to her. Once she made it far enough she set the body in a hole at the base of a big pine tree. It might have been a rabbit den or something, but she didn't care for those things anyway. I know it seems cold hearted but that's just how Tamarin thought about wild animals. Uncivilized little rats.. She grumbled making her way back, pulling the evidence of forest out of her goo-like fur.

She hopped through the window and changed back to her normal self, holding onto the wall for support. She couldn't keep this up, not with Neko here. She yawned leaning on the windowsill, thinking of a way out of this. Then the idea struck her.

Time skip to the day of Tamarin's "Death"..

She had always had a thing for making dolls. Not just any dolls, the cloth ones people often used as voodoo dolls. She had gotten good at it over the years and could make them within minutes. Right now she was working on a life-sized one, stitching it up to look like herself. Wait.. herself? Yes you read that right, Tamarin was making a life-sized cloth doll of herself.

With a sigh, she put in the last few stitches and put a noose around it's neck. If it looked like Tamarin died, Neko wouldn't go looking for her when she left. She was going to turn herself in to a lab too, that way she couldn't hurt anyone.

So in reality, Tamarin never really died, she just faked her death in order to save others from herself.

The lightning had struck the steel rod she had attached to the old warehouse and lit the gasoline she had spred over is alight. The fire would reach the fake Tamarin and burn it to basically hide the fact it was a fake doll. Now she was trudging away through the rain, toward a van in an alley way. 2 guys in white were waiting for her there.

"I assume your ready for admission..?" one guy asked clicking his pen, probably a  comfortability thing. She nodded quietly, the second guy cuffed her and led her into the back of the van. It's better this way.. she thought to herself, shaking herself off as the door closed. I can't hurt anyone where I'm going.. She sat and felt the van moving.

I'm sorry Neko..