And Then The Murders Began

Chapter Twenty-Six: Understandable

Um, what? There's no way that I'm hearing this guy right, is there? Like no way no way no way no way...

"Would you mind repeating yourself?" I ask, trying to get it through my head, the words that just came out of his mouth not making any sort of sense in my head right now...

No sense, this is making no sense, nope nope nope nope nope nope nopeeeeeee.....

"You're Electra Wilde, right?" they ask, and I'm nodding, only to to realize that hey, they can't really see me all the way from where I am in this cot, shit Electra you're gonna have to speak up mammal....

"For one thing I prefer Stehlen as a last name a whole awful lot more than I do Wilde as a last name, but yeah, that's me, what's the matter? Someone's coming after me again or something?"

"No, that's it, it's almost the opposite, it basically is... the buzz going around is that you're dead, that... they're saying that Miguel killed you, and and and... and that Lylah was the one who set it all up, that she had had a backup plan in case she didn't manage to get your goose cooked on her first shot and if she were to die then... then she had a few contingencies in place... at least those are the rumors that are being spread, and I'm not saying that they're true or anything of course of course of freaking course but that is what people are saying l, Electra... I just thought you'd like to know... I feel like you deserve it at the very least... and seeing as we're going to be stuck here together for a while I figure I want to at least try to get on alright..."

"Do you even realise how creepy that that sounds? You are aware that you sound like a creeper talking like that, right? You don't seem like a fool..."

"And you know what, I'm not, but let me ask you this, before I start spilling anything about my own personal life to you because I mean, come on, let's fucking face facts here, you're a stranger to me and I don't fucking trust strangers... they tend to hurt me, so yeah, fuck off, unless you think that I desperately need to be hearing whatever the fuck it is that you think that you need to tell me..."

"Well, I can tell you that I know how your father died... if that's at all anything that you might be curious about..."

Okay, hmm, that's definitely something that could interest me... at the same time, why the fuck should I care? The bastard is dead, that's reality, I never have to deal with him beating me senseless because I couldn't do something perfectly how he would want it anymore so why should I give two shakes of my fucking tail how the bastard died? What good does any of that knowledge do me?

The simple answer is that it does nothing... but what it does do is give me an idea into this creature's mind... you think that you're gonna be able to win by psychoanalyzing me? Fucking hell, the mask that I wear? I can't even see though it, see past it some times... it honestly makes me wonder if what people say that they like about me is really just them liking my mask or if they honestly like me, if they like Electra Stehlen... and somehow I know that it's the former, it's the happy, cheery, bubbly goofball wolf that they're used to seeing, the fake self I put on like one hell of an ill-fitting costume every time that I have to go out and face the world and other people... the only person who could bring that down was Lylah.... Gods I miss her so so so so so so so fucking much... so so so so freaking much, gods... why can't I have her back this world is so fucking unfair... okay, wipe those damn tears away, quit your snuffling, chin up, smile...

"Alright, go ahead, I'm listening," I manage to get out through a tired mask...

"Well, to start with, he sure as hell couldn't shut his mouth when he really well and truly needed to... "