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Episode Seven - Sowande

They grabbed their pills before heading over today, tossing two in their mouth. Evren let Rot chomp down a chocolate bar while she shoved on clean clothes then jumped out the door, heading to this building once more. She and Rot arrived before Jessica and Matt did. Currently, the man, Sowande, is being choked by none other than Matt's specialized billy club. He only got to use it a few times before retiring.

"So cool." Danny mutters. Evren shrugs.

"I mean, its... it's kind of cool." Luke agrees, albeit awkwardly.

Evren snorts. "You guys think this is cool, but not us?"

"No, no, Rot's totally cooler." Danny mutters, his attention still rapt on Daredevil.

Matt steps towards Sowande, slowly, the wire never loosening. "I'm gonna make this real simple. You're gonna answer our questions or shit's gonna get dark in here."

"What do they call you? The Devil of Hell's Kitchen? Tell me, where is your demon?" He chokes more when Matt pulls on the club. "Even if you could kill me, it wouldn't make a difference. Cut off a finger," Sowande scoffs. "you can still use your hand. We will win. We have armies. We have our weapon."

"Lets talk about your weapon. What did you do to her? What did you do to Elektra?"

Sowande pauses for a breath. "Elektra?"

"Yeah," Matt mutters, twisting the wire tighter with a simple yank. "You dug up her grave. And what did you turn her into?"

"The body you knew was merely a vessel, waiting for its purpose. She's ours now."

"If she's your vessel..." Matt leans in, dangerously close. "why hasn't she killed me yet? Twice now, she could've taken my life, but she hasn't. Why do you think that is? Huh? Your weapon is defective."

"Then she will be destroyed."

Matt plants a boot on his chest, yanking the wire even tighter. Sowande whines.

"Not on my watch."

"Hey, stop." Jessica says, walking forward, though she doesn't move to touch him. "You can't undo this."

'She killed Kilgrave. We killed so many more.' Evren hums, quietly, and Rot continues. 'We've crossed that line. There is no going back.' 

Matt pulls tighter. "Admit it. Elektra's still in there. You failed."

"You're the one who failed." Sowande rasps. "Elektra died on the rooftop in your arms because you couldn't protect her, just like your demon almost died, too."

Again, his demon.

Matt yanks tighter, before screaming and releasing it, kicking the chair to the ground and stalking away. Evren follows, glancing over her shoulder as Stick shove shis fingers against Sowande's throat.

"Is he dead?"

"Eh, unfortunately, no. Passed out."

"You may have lost Elektra, but you didn't lose me." Evren murmurs, setting her hand on his shoulder. Matt stops pacing, shoulders still tight, fists still clenched.

"I think it's time to tell them the truth, kid."

They turn together, facing the crowd. She glances at Matt, then returns to the groups side.

'The truth we do not want to hear.'

Everyone looks at Matt, who tears his gloves off and plants his hands on his hips.

"I, uh," He trails off, face falling, stammering, trying to find a way to answer without his voice breaking.

"He and Elektra were a thing." Evren announces, hiding the bitterness easily. "Met in college, met a few months ago, before she died."