"Do I look like a bloody magician?" Kate directed at Claire, who was being far too sarcastic for her liking at this particular moment in time. "I don't know how the hell we got in here, but I want to get out and your smart ass comments aren't going to help." 

It didn't matter how they had gotten there to her, at least not right now. The multitude of things that had been weighing on Kate since they woke up in this hell hole just ten minutes ago was beginning to push her to a point of frustration. She was pretty convinced that they all were in fact trapped together in one nightmare, each with a fear to face. For what reason, God may not even know. 

A look of pure vexation spread across Kate's face as Claire had finally seemed to put two and two together. It was offensive to Kate for Claire to even question her reasoning like that, as if it were really that simple. The laughing that resulted from the accusations was equally perturbing, unsettling her even further than she thought was possible. 

"Is this funny to you, Claire?" The volume of her voice had raised, and tears threatened to well in her eyes again. "Does slapping me around and ridiculing me make you feel better?!" 

This was far from the ideal situation to face this particular fear in. A sunny day, picnic lunch, laughing and smiling from ear to ear. That was how Kate had hoped it would be, should she ever want to bring her feelings to light. Then again, maybe that was the point in all of this. Fears would never be faced unless they were breathing down your neck while you shake like a terror-stricken infant. 

Elijah clenched his jaw at the questioning of his fear. The thing that Claire seemed to be neglecting was that this fear was fresh. Never before had he been shy of the blades, confident in both his and Kate's ability so that he trusted her with his life. All of that changed two days ago when his confidence had been shattered and his neck stabbed. Granted, the whole thing turned out to be some sort of insane illusion. However, the fact that it all mysteriously disappeared did not prevent his mind from becoming fearful of a repeated situation. 

Both Eli and Kate turned when Claire suddenly quieted. A tiger could be seen approaching a distance away, in its mouth a smaller version of itself. There was something off about it; it seemed to be feral, not tame as the big cats of the circus were. Claire's reaction was proper for coming face to face with something she was not fond of, and Kate felt like commenting on it. 

However, she quelled her frustration in light of the situation. It was not fair for her wish Claire such a terrible experience. Hell, it wasn't fair for any of them to be treating each other like they had. She sighed and stepped towards her friends, weary of the wild animal that had just appeared. If it was part of Claire's fear, maybe it would remain focused on her and away from Kate and Eli. Or at least she could hope it would. 

Kate looked at Claire and then spoke softly, "It's okay Claire." She refrained from placing a hand on her friend's shoulder, "I'm here for you." Then she turned to Elijah, "You too, Eli." An idea formed in her head and she closed her eyes. When she opened them, three blades were lying in her hands. She looked at Eli and pressed her lips together into a thin line. 

"Look at me, and relax." She drew her arm back, staring straight at Elijah. His breath grew ragged and his pulse quick. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, but he kept his gaze straight at Kate as she threw her arm forward and released. Not once did he blink, and the blade whirred past his head. He swallowed the lump in his throat and waited for the other two to fly at his being. They too passed without a quiver in their path, and his eyes did not close until the last blade had flown past him, daringly close to his neck. 

One fear down, two to go.