A/N: Took forever for me to update – work sucks, what can you do about it? Back to Joey's POV for this one.

When I see Elliot, I'm not exactly shocked, but I'm still surprised. I've always known there were things wrong with him, and that deep down inside he wasn't really a man, but I never thought he'd actually kill someone, Kirsty Gooden least of all. I knew something was bothering him, but I didn't think to force it out of him. Now as he sits there in a pool of her blood, chains clanking from the ceiling and tears running down his blank face, I can't tell if it's really Elliot or just a demon trying to lure me in.

Kirsty's long gone. She's hanging limp in Elliot's lap, an enormous hole in her chest matching the bloodstain on the front and back of Elliot's shirt. Her eyes are still open and glassy, completely unresponsive in every way. Now that I've had a decent look at her, I guess I can understand why both versions of Elliot are so fond of her. Then again, I shouldn't be thinking about that because I'm already mad enough.

I don't care if it's a demon trying to lure me in, he's going to hear about it. I yank him up from the floor by one bony arm, and Kirsty's body slides off his lap onto the floor. I ask him what the hell he was thinking. I see the box sitting on the table and yank that up as well, asking him if that's what he wanted, and if that's why he did what he did. I don't' care what kind of powers he has, and I care even less about the temper that comes along with them. I'm tired of walking on fucking eggshells all the time, and I'm sick of having to cover up for him all the time. I didn't ask for any of this, but I never turned any of it away. I take care of him, and this is how he shows me he can be trusted. And I did trust him. I trusted him so much, and now he's killing women like some wannabe teen slasher.

I tell him that this isn't what humans do, like he always says. He tries to speak – something about how he had to make a choice, but I'm so past caring I continue to talk over him. So much that it causes him to snap. He screams that I don't understand and the force of it blows me off my feet. I fall backwards and land hard on the wooden floor, Elliot standing over me and looking more and more like what he truly is. I suddenly notice how cold it is in the room, and can do nothing but lock eyes with him. I can't move and I don't know if it's because he's willing it or if it's because I'm afraid of what he's going to do.

His voice was different somehow. It was deeper, and less human sounding. I recognize it, but I don't want to admit to myself where I know it from. Then his face suddenly changes. The demonic sneer melts away, and he realizes what he's done – I can't tell if it's realization of what he's just done to me or if it's what he's done tonight in general. He apologizes, and tells me I wasn't to be involved with this. He tells me he made his choice and now he has to exist with it. One might expect him to say "live with it," but Elliot never makes that mistake when talking about himself. Not when he's already dead.

Now he's pacing around, ranting somewhat incoherently and I can't tell if it's to me or to people only he can see. He's terrified, babbling about how there's no point in laughing at him, because he made the right decision and how he can't be convinced otherwise, even if she happens to get up again. He very much doubts she's been anywhere near Romania, and even then, the Deaders wouldn't even exist anymore had they met Kirsty. What the hell is a Deader, and – while he's on the subject, did he actually just say "Deader?" Is that even a word? Elliot apparently thinks so, and I'm not the person to question him.

He says he promised to never hurt me, and that he would never hurt me no matter how much he wanted to. And he really wants to. He wants to hurt everyone.

He says he's been doing the job Leviathan forced him into ever since his return to Earth, and that was to convince others to open the boxes. Other had opened the boxes, and whoever Elliot was talking to could have whoever they wanted as long as they left me alone. That was the deal, and Elliot had kept to it.

Elliot's never gotten this weird before, and I don't want to accept what I'm hearing. As far as I'm concerned, that guy from the grocery store and all the subsequent others were coincidence. At least I want to think that. I know what Elliot's saying is true, and I hate it. That's why his eyes are black, that's why he can know everything about a person by looking at them. He needs to, so he can put the thought of the box into their heads, just like someone did for him years ago. That's what he meant when he said "I can only give out the thought…not my place to think."

Elliot is talking so fast, I can barely keep up with him, and when I try to get his attention, it's as if I'm not there anymore. That's when he says it.

"Can't you see him, Joey?"