Of Monsters And Men | Discontinued |

Episode Twenty Three - Uh Oh

'We shouldn't have come. We have other things to do.'

Still dressed in Matt's clothes that hang low on her hips and off of her frame, Evren follows behind, flats squelching with each step. He's back in his armor, while she wanders after him on the street, hair thrown in a crappy ponytail with knots hanging around her face awkwardly. Her hair refused to cooperate. Her head still hurts.

"What other things do we have to do?"

'Find Veronica and apologize.'

Evren frowns. "Yeah, that's something to do. We'll do it in the morning, after we actually sleep. Might grab food for her on the way, yeah?"

'She's going to be upset.'

"I know."

'She's going to yell at us.'

"I know, babe."

''I know, babe'' Rot mocks, not unkindly. Evren rolls her eyes, turning down the street Matt twists down, up on the rooftops, watches as he disappears into a brick building that looks more like a library than a hideout. She follows, breaking through the door and slamming it behind her, wandering the aisles, stomping down a stairway.

She's tired, and hungry, since she never got to finish her pancakes, and her back still seems to tingle from the fire.

'We need to sleep soon.'

"Now what do you think you're doing?" Matt asks, cornering Elektra against a case of books. Evren moves towards Stick and hauls him onto his feet, though the old man growls and wrenches his arm away.

"You have no right to be here, Matthew, and neither does she."

"Too little, too late, Matty, Evvie." Evren scowls at the nickname. "Get out, or get hurt."

"That's not happening, Stick!" He shouts, before turning back to Elektra. "I'm not gonna let you kill him."

"Not your choice!" She snaps, hitting him backwards, teeth bared in a snarl. Matt keeps walking backwards, and Elektra swipes a blade off of the shelf. Evren sighs. She's tired, still cold, and not up for anyone's shit. Even Elektra.

'Neither am I. We should throw her out the window. Or rip her arms off. Healthy pancreas, lungs, heart, liver.' It purrs, while her lips curl in disgust.

"He raised you, Elektra."

"Then he tried to kill me!" She cries, swiping her blade at him. Matt shoves her against the bookcase.

"I should've done it years ago." Stick states, and Matt turns to him.

"Shut up, Stick. You're just as bad as she is."

"Not quite." He responds, shuffling to face them. "I tried to housebreak her. Impossible."

"You're just another old man, jealous of his disciple." Elektra hisses. Evren blinks, and leans against a bookshelf. "You'd rather see me dead than outgrow you. Well, guess what? When it comes to killing, I've always been better."

"Put up, or shut up." Stick snaps, raising his blade.

"No, put it down!" Matt cries, twisting, only to be knocked out of the way by a person dressed in pitch black. The Hand, yet again. Evren reaches forward, grabbing a hold of one and throwing him to the floor, stomping his skull. With Rot's help, the skull crushes to dust.

Elektra moves towards Matt, Evren keeping an ear out for him as she moves into her own crowd of Hand, punching and ripping them apart, bouncing on her squeaky heels, Rot beneath her skin, aiding her rather than taking control. When blades dig into her muscles, Rot tugs the weapons from their owner and snaps the metal in two, tendrils growing from her back with their own snarls, Rot's voice broken into six as it attacks.