Her hands trembled as the warm sticky liquid dripped down them, staining her pale skin, the weapon glinting at her accusingly. She swallowed back a scream, taking a step back from Daisy, watching in horrid fascination as the woman's life drained from her, the blood gushing out.
"Elizabeth!" She jerked back to attention, staring wide at Booker who was banging on the glass. What must he think of her? This lamb that turned into a wolf? The thoughts raced through her mind as she stepped back, dropping the scissors from her hands. Elizabeth let out a strangled noise and dashed away making her way towards the airship, her whole body shaking.
"Elizabeth!" She heard Booker call once again as she slammed the door shut within the control room, listening as he pounded on it, spouting out words of comfort that did no good. She slid down and covered her face, before quickly jerking them away remembering the blood.
"What have I done?" Elizabeth choked out, quickly standing and ripping her bloody clothes off of her, disgusted. She kicked them away and flew to a basin of water, scrubbing her hands and face until they stung. Clean, she had to be clean, to wash away her sin, her crime. The sentence repeated in her mind as she listless searched for new clothing, finding a crisp blue skirt and jacket. Her fingers ran along the satin as she slipped the new outfit on, after all it was the beginning of a rebirth. No longer the girl but a woman. She walked back towards the murky basin and stared at her reflection, eying her long hair. Something gleamed on the table, causing her breath to stop. Scissors.
"D-dai…" She whimpered, fingers curling around the handle as she lifted them up, examining them. They would do…she moved them to her hair and with a loud snip, she felt her ponytail fall to the floor and with it her innocence merely cut off like a life…