Sometimes I think this woman is kinda hot, sometimes I think this woman is sometimes not. Puts me down, fool me around. Why she do it to me? Out for satisfaction, any piece of action? That ain't the way it should be. She needs lovin', knows I'm the man, she' gotta see. Pours my beer, licks my ear…Brings out the devil in me. Hell ain't a bad place to be…
Scarecrow S:1 E:11
Part Two
Aleksandria watched as the wooden cellar door closed on her blocking out all the light from the outside world. The locals had decided that since she had taken away their sacrifice, they were going to use her instead. Only trouble was, she didn't have a man with her to be her partner in death. "Psh, no sense of humor at all," she muttered silently to herself, rubbing her head from the blow dealt by the Sheriff's rifle. She bent down to rummage through her knee high boot in search of a match…she always kept a few spares lying around. With a quick flick of her wrist, she lit it giving her enough light to rummage around the cellar. "Knife, knife, knife, knife," she kept repeating hoping that she would get lucky. "Ladies and gentleman, we have…broken glass!" Alex sighed in annoyance. "Whatever close enough." She stuck the jagged piece of glass in her boot and made herself comfortable on the dirt floor until dusk. She wondered who they were going to get to be the male sacrifice. For his sake, she hoped that it was someone competent enough to not run the wrong direction.