Originally Posted by
Elaine Winters
"Because I killed someone last night.
When I said earlier that all I got out of last night was wet clothes and a wish that I could be doing anything else, that was the truth.
I went out last night, yes, I was going to the woods, trying to clear my head, looking for trouble, essentially, and I found it. But I'd been too late to stop the worst of it.
It was Alexstrasza Lockhart. She'd been attacked by someone, I didn't know who it was, they were in a mask, and she was hurt, hurt bad. I don't know how I heard her, but I ran out there as fast as I could, trying to get this guy to back off, or, or something, I was scared.
She was some kind of nutty ninja freak, I don't know, rambling about some nonsense, chosen of God bullshit. I didn't care enough to listen to her manifesto, maybe Alexstrasza knew who she was, she talked like she did anyway, and I, well, I got involved in something I could've ignored.
Fat lot of good it did me, I came in there wrong-headed, tried to take it easy, knock them out or something. But she wasn't having any of it," She tugged down her shirt, showing the harsh cut on her shoulder, others peeking out from underneath, "Could've been worse, almost hit something bad, but it was a wake-up call. So I got dirty.
But she was smart, pulled some sneaky shit out, managed to get around me, and…
I couldn't save her.
Left that other bitch feeling it-
But she got away from me, was busy trying to take Alexstrasza to the hospital, but they were all locked up, no one was home, and she was- Well, she was already dead.
I buried her on the side of the road.
There, are you happy, are you satisfied with yourself? Throwing around accusations when I'm just all fucked up that someone fucking died and I couldn't do anything about it. Now all I'm trying to do is keep things from getting any worse.
I've got nothing to do with her, or Colt, so how's about you stop fucking looking at me with your dead eyes."