i_couldnt_sleep x It didn't take much to get it out of her. She didn't do the whole multiple shower thing or self loathing thing. She didn't do the other thing which was to call the police. She came to us. Joda should have known she would do this. Should have, had he been more intelligent. But that he did it to her at all showed what we had always perceived about him... that gigantic crater imposed on his skull. We went for the throat, though. It's an easy solution in that its success is guaranteed. Messy, yes. Gory, mhmm. Delicious to watch. It's difficult to get all the way through without something like a chainsaw (which is impractical, of course), but it's not necessary to go that far. There was a party. Adam had been holding out delivery on Joda, saying that his order wasn't big enough. It wasn't, really. Joda should have... but we covered that. We sent a distant and completely perfect tentacle to pick him up. More party supplies? Of course he'd come along. He needed it. There's an island that's not really an island. Despite the obvious knowledge of what sorts of things happen there, the cops are always curiously absent. She didn't want to come. She knew exactly how it would play out. She didn't feel sorry or guilty. She just didn't get the kick out of it that some of us did. I learned about being at the bottom of a power structure pretty early on. I look back at ice cream cakes, dancing wildly, and being held up against the wall by my neck. You have to attack from your mind in that position. Because they understood me so well, they always handed me the knife. When I was a child I failed to remember all the steps in sharpening a knife with stones, and so my dad gave me one of those hand held deals with resignation. No matter. She was satisfied. I unknowingly created my own witness protection program. Daxle just faintly remembers alyssa, as a small girl rocking herself to sleep. 030517 what's it to you? who go blather from