PAMACIDE

"I don't feel comfortable allowing you to possess the scalpel," Jason admits uncomfortable. Alice regards the creature before them with disturbing hunger.     "I don't need it," she replies softly, watching as the rabbit cowers, terrified, in the corner of the steel cage. It's frightened by the crisp medical white, the lack of cover, and above all, the exposure to the girl before it. Animals have no trouble recognizing the demon for what she really is.     Jason says nothing to this, busy measuring out the sedative with analytical accuracy. The clear substance fills the syringe gradually. Alice watches the rabbit, no interest in the scie