And Then The Murders Began

Chapter Twenty-Seven: De(sperately Trying To) Compensate

Yeah, no he's got a point there... solution? Solution machine broke. Understandable, have a nice day!

"Yeah that is a little bit of a problem now isn't it...?"

"Well like I said, yeah, you don't have to tell me twice, it's one hell of an issue... so yeah, to get back to the point here because my brain went off the point and I need to get fucking back to the point here, most of the people central to the problems are, well, kind of mostly dead- fuck that they're all the way dead, and that means that as far as I can tell as a party who keeps trying to remain uninvolved and yet keeps getting dragged into these freaking messes again and again and again and again and again... this became a war of attrition long a-fucking-go..."

"Mind explaining while you work on that ankle?" I ask, trying to just stay calm and distract myself because I'm gonna be one hell of a lame duck wolf- wait, is that even how that expression works? I dunno, fuck it, I'm not weak and thinking like that is what got me into this freaking mess in the first place...

"Um, well, okay, cliche as it's gonna fucking sound, and yes-," he nods, smiling, frustration barely masked, "I know it's gonna seem ridiculous, but your mom and dad- your real dad, as well as that bastard who wants to be able to call himself your father- it's kind of a Romeo and Juliet sorta thing..."

"Ah, what?"

GodsIsoundlikeafoolgetyourselftogetherElectra...

Electra, you've read Romeo and Juliet, right? Ya know, the story where two families hated each other and they would literally let their families die to get back and one another and it was only because two idiot teenagers had a fling and then offed themselves that they bothered to stop? And that Romeo was really a creep cause he was older and Juliet was thirteen yada yada forbidden love?

Anyways, the whole 'folks from two families that hate each other end up falling in love thing,' yeah, that's probably what they're talking about...

"Two rival gangs being united by love that some of their members share... only, sorry, packs, not gangs, anyways... shit, yeah, that's Romeo and Juliet... oh ow," my brain slips out, the pain finally ow ow ow ow making its way oh shit the fucking pain ow ow ow through...

"Yeah, but there were still some folks in there who weren't the happiest about it, and well...," the doctor, nurse- fuck, the pain, fuck the pain says.

"Is it broken?" I ask, already sighing inside, and the doc looks me in the eyes and oh great, I know those freaking puppy eyes, great, it's the I have horrible news and I really hope that you're not gonna be mad at me Electra, all charged up like your name...

Gods, I love my name and yet I hate it, what a freaking horrible pun... my fur, well, in the right light, it shines a reddish amber, and well, my parents weren't Greek, they were geeks and Elektra in Greek, well, yeah, it means Amber and what the hell does this have anything to do with anything? I dunno, maybe it's just my brain trying desperately to calm me down, knowing that I'll probably go off the rails otherwise?

I don't know... I just don't fucking know.

"It's broken, isn't it?" I ask, just keeping myself together, yeah, and everyone totally believes you Electra, that you're going to be alright and that you're doing alright and...

Wow, I really am fucked up beyond repair, aren't I? Woop de fucking do I hate my life...

"Kinda feels like it, Electra... we're gonna have to take you for x-rays, alright?" one of the doctors- nurses- whatever- asks, and I'm groaning inside. Really? That's gonna mean a night in this place and I don't wanna because I really should be out there, checking other hospitals, putting up signs asking for info, but instead... I'll be here...