Of Monsters And Men | Discontinued |

Episode Sixteen - It Goes

It comes and goes.

Sometimes she can hear- no words, just mumbles of voices. Matt and Stick. Angry, soft, quiet. Fading between her ears, grasping no real words. Other times, she's trapped with ringing in her ears that even drown out Rot- though she isn't sure if it's faring any better than her.

Other times, less than the hearing comes around, she has a dull awakening of her senses. She can never tell who or what is near her, hovering by her side as her throat creates noises she can't hear. At those times, Rot is centered in her stomach, and she can hardly move her hand to cover it. It always leeches through her skin, moving her hand for her when her fingers twitch, settling between her fingers and squeezing.

The rest of the time she's screaming.

She feels like she is. She doesn't know anything, head too heavy and thoughts too slow, everything on fire, yet freezing. Hot and cold and agonizing. Each breath sends a new wave, each heartbeat freezes in her chest, smothering coughs leaping from her torn throat.

It comes, this time, more fully than the other times. She can open her eyes. Everything is blurry- far too blurry to be able to blink away- and her veins are still on fire, but she can hear, too.

"I fell in love with you, Matthew."

Elektra.

This time she lets it go, shutting her concrete eyes on her own.

She's pushed back to the door being opened. She opens her eyes to see the dark. Everything freezes. Dark room. She tries to stand, only for her to lose balance and pitch forward, chin slamming to the floor.

"Frank Castle is going to take the stand tomorrow, and your friend could really use your help."

"Karen?"

Her call is hardly a whisper. But-- what is Karen doing here? Where is she?

"Have you seen Evren? Uh, Foggy and Frank are worried about her. Haven't seen her. No- no. I'll go find her. That's all."

Familiar steps guide her back to no hearing, no seeing, and no flames burning her veins.

She finds herself waking up in the closet.

The closet.

Not the couch, not his bed, or even a chair. His closet. Hidden away from sight. She stands on wobbling legs, pushing from the door with a snarl, body tilting back and forth, head swimming circles around her.

Stick says something, but she's already moving, taking the phone from her pocket and staring a it with blurred eyes. Veronica has tried to call her, has sent so many texts- but so has Karen and Foggy.

She has to go see the trial. She has to. She-

"Kid, you need to sit down."

"No." She growls, uselessly, iron grip dragging her to the couch. "I need-"

"Sit down, kid." Stick repeats.

It goes, again.

"Matthew thinks I can, and I believe him. He changed her-" Evren peels her eyes open, Elektra waving a hand in her direction. "I am no different."

Stick scoffs.

Elektra stands, stepping towards him. "Get out, before I get nasty."

"Are you threatening me?" Stick muses, holding back a smirk.

"Damn right I am." Elektra states, swiping a bag off of the table and throwing it across the hall. "Go."

Stick stabs a knife into the table, growling as he stands. He stays still for a moment, then turns and walks towards it. "What do you think he'll say when he finds out... what you are? What you've always been? Haven't told him yet, have ya?" He adds, tauntingly, bag in his hand, leaning towards Elektra. The woman reels an arm back and slaps it across his cheek.