Elizabeth was covered in blood.

"Liz."

She didn't know how, or why, but she was covered in blood, and she was in the middle of the woods, bare trees towering above her.

"Liz."

Somebody's cold hands were on the sides of her face. The feeling of them, mixed with the warmth and the stickiness that the splotches of blood left, was rather unpleasant.

"Liz."

Somebody was speaking.

"Liz. Look at me."

The words finally registered.

Elizabeth looked down.

"J-jesse?"

Jesse was pinned beneath her, her hips locked tight between Elizabeth's knees as she leaned over her.

There was blood all over her too. It was all over her arms, her face, and her clothes, which were now covered in quite a few tears and holes.

Elizabeth's left arm was raised.

She found herself clutching a throwing knife.

The back of her hand was stinging.

"It's me." Jesse slowly withdrew her hands.

"I don't - I'm n-not - I - I -," Elizabeth sputtered out in confusion. "I'm s-s-sorry..."

"S'okay," she breathed out. "It wasn't you."

Elizabeth hastily got off of her, dropping the knife onto the leaves.

"Lizzy Jones..."

She spun around to face a familiar inhuman figure, her breathing becoming increasingly uneven.

"Y-you. Wh-wh-what d-d -,"

"What did I do?" it finished for her. "The better question is what did you do. You've been hurting a lot of people lately..."

"N-no..."

"Yes. You hurt all of them, Lizzy... Don't you remember? You hurt Laura,"

The demon's overlarge smile got even bigger as all of its eyes began to stare at her.

Suddenly, a memory Elizabeth had no recollection of ever happening flashed before her eyes, hitting her like multiple icepicks going straight into her skull.

She was standing in front of a toolbox that a crew member had accidentally left out by one of the storage cars. She opened it, taking out a pair of work gloves that had been shoved inside. She put them on, grabbed a utility knife that had been resting underneath them, and closed the lid.

She popped the blade of the utility knife out as she began making her way towards a figure in the distance.

Laura turned around when she was only a couple of feet away from her, but it didn't matter. It was already too late.

Elizabeth swung the knife at Laura, who brought her arms up out of instinct. As a result, her forearm and hand got cut open instead of her face.

She swung again, only managing to nick her cheek.

Slightly annoyed, Elizabeth shoved the dancer to the ground as hard as she could, pinning her down.

She stabbed her a few times.

Laura tried to scream, but she couldn't. Her voice was muffled by Elizabeth's glove clad hand, which was becoming wet with tears.

She laughed as the older woman tried to push her off, but it definitely wasn't her own laugh. It sounded like hers and the demon's mixed together, producing something strangely androgynous as a result.

Laura started struggling even harder when Elizabeth began to carve a little smiley face into her skin.

She leaned in closer to her face."Keep squirming, little dancer. I like watching you squirm beneath me."

Laura just sort of shut down after that.

Elizabeth stood up and started to leave, leaving the other woman to bleed in the grass.

She made her way back over to the train, stuffing the bloodied knife into one of the work gloves before throwing them both into a nearby tree, where they presumably got stuck.

"You hurt Arlen,"

Elizabeth left her room not long after Arlen went outside. She made her way over to one of the storage cars, finding a box of vinyl gloves that belonged to the crew members that dealt with food.

She put multiple pairs of gloves on each hand to compensate for their thinness.

After leaving the storage car, she made her way over to one of the train's small kitchens and grabbed a dishtowel.

She stepped back onto the grass, locating a man with long, bleached white hair rather far ahead of her, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his red jacket.

He was completely unaware of her presence.

Elizabeth snuck up behind him, pulling the dishtowel from her back pocket when there was only a foot between them.

In one swift movement, she covered his eyes with it, not giving him the chance to process what was going on.

She shoved him face down onto the grass, pinning his arms behind his back with one hand before taking the knife out of his pocket.

She began to laugh again, partially drowning out the slightly muffled screams that filled the air as she repeatedly stabbed Arlen.

He stopped moving not long after she stabbed him in the back of the neck, so she slowly released the handle of the blade, leaving it in him.

She stood up and grabbed him by the back of his jacket, dragging his unmoving form for a few feet before carelessly placing him against the train.

After staring at him for a few seconds, Elizabeth knelt down and used the blood on her gloves to write something next to Arlen's head.

She made her way back to the train car she slept on.

She washed her gloves off in the small kitchen before tossing them into the trash can.

She went back to her room, exchanged her muddied shoes and jeans for clean ones, stuffed her dirty clothes into an overhead compartment that she never used, and laid back down.

"You hurt Charlotte,"

Elizabeth stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, turning around to head into the hardware store.

She purchased a pair of work gloves, mini bolt cutters, lighter fluid, and a scriber.

After that, she went into the mask shop and purchased a cheap clown mask.

Elizabeth pulled the mask down over her face and put the gloves on as she approached Charlie's house.

Quietly, she made her way into the backyard and stopped in front of the circuit breaker. Using the bolt cutters, she broke the lock off. She let it hit the ground and threw the bolt cutters into the bushes next to the house.

The lights turned off after she flipped a few switches.

Heading over to the front door, Elizabeth began to drive her boot into the front door, repeatedly kicking until it opened.

Charlie was standing right there, so Elizabeth tried to slice her open with the scriber.

She only managed to get her arm because the brunette started to move, she started to run. She threw the sliding glass door open and ran to the tool shed, hiding inside of it.

Elizabeth attempted to break that door down too, but eventually gave up and went back inside the house.

She located Charlie's journal, which she carelessly threw to the floor and doused in lighter fluid. After throwing the empty bottle onto the floor, she knelt down and pulled her lighter out.

Clink.

The journal went up in flames.

Elizabeth stood there and watched the fire burn for a bit, eventually snuffing it before it got too big.

She located the tape labeled with yesterday's date and snapped it in half, dropping it onto the floor.

Not long after, she left the house, making her way back up the street. As she walked, she tried to shove the gloves, scriber, and mask into somebody's overstuffed trash can, not even noticing when the mask fell out and onto the yard.

"You hurt Frederick,"

As Freddy began to walk away, Elizabeth began to follow after him.

He hopped onto the train and she watched him from outside.

He must've felt her eyes on him because he paused and began to turn towards the window to look outside.

She stepped away before he could spot her.

She got onto the train too, heading into one of the small kitchens to grab a pair of rubber gloves and a bread knife.

She made her way over to the train car that Freddy was in.

Slowly, she opened the door.

He didn't hear her because he was too busy arguing with his dummy.

Sneaking up behind him, Elizabeth shoved his face into the window as hard as she possibly could.

THUD!

Freddy tried to pry her hand off of the back of his neck, but couldn't seem to break her grip.

She bashed his face into the window again.

THUD!

THUD!

His nose broke.

THUD!

THUD!

Blood was getting smeared all over the glass.

THUD!

THUD!

He went limp.

Alongside the blood, clear fluid was also pouring out of his nose.

Elizabeth let him fall to the floor.

She picked up Bon-Bon, who had been dropped. Tying one of Freddy's shoelaces around the dummy's neck, she hung him from the ceiling.

Pulling out the bread knife, she knelt down next to Freddy and pulled up his shirt slightly, carving into his exposed skin with the blade.

Once she was done, Elizabeth went back to the kitchen and washed the knife and gloves, putting them back where she found them before going outside again.

"You killed Nicholas,"

Elizabeth stared up at the half-finished building for a moment before deciding to go inside.

She found Nick on the second floor, apparently grabbing something that he had forgotten.

He didn't notice her presence, not even when she pulled the work gloves that were hanging out of his back pocket out, putting them on.

"Nicholas."

He flinched, spinning around to face her.

"Holy shit, did you follow me here? I know you're kinda slow Lizzy, but I thought you were aware that I didn't actually want to talk when I waved at you." Nick paused for a second. "Also, why the hell does your voice sound like that?"

Elizabeth didn't answer any of his questions. Instead, she punched him in the face as hard as she possibly could.

He stumbled back a bit, clutching his nose.

"What the fuck?!"

She punched him again, his nose spraying blood onto the tile flooring.

He tried to leave, to run away.

"Where do you think you're going, Nicholas? I'm not done yet."

Elizabeth picked up a sledgehammer that was resting against the wall, swinging it into one of Nick's knees just before he reached the door.

He collapsed onto the floor.

She grabbed one of his ankles, dragging him further back into the room.

"Let go of me!"

She forcefully turned him over so that he was laying on his back.

"You deserve this."

She placed one of her boots onto his chest to hold him in place and raised the sledgehammer up.

"Hey, hey, hey! Stop!" Nick raised his hands up in front of his face, not that it'd do much to protect him. "Listen, back when we were kids and I used to make fun of you and beat the snot out of you? I... I didn't realize how badly I was hurting you. I was just a stupid kid, I couldn't comprehend the true gravity of the situations I was putting you through... I'm sorry."

Elizabeth stared down at him.

She increased the pressure that she was placing onto his chest.

"I don't believe you."

"No, no, wait! You don't have to do this!"

She swung the sledgehammer down with all of her might.

His entire body jolted.

She raised the sledgehammer back up and hit him again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

He was already dead but she didn't care.

She hit him again.

And again.

And again.

Elizabeth dropped the sledgehammer to the floor.

She picked up an extension cord, pulling it out from the wall, and pulling it out from whatever else it had been plugged into.

She tied one end to a support column in the middle of the room and tied the other end around Nick's ankles.

While she was still kneeling, Elizabeth placed her gloved hand into the large puddle of blood that had formed around what remained of his head.

Using her bloodied glove, she wrote on the singular window in the room before swinging it open.

She picked up Nick and dropped his body out of the window, letting it dangle.

Elizabeth dropped the gloves onto the floor, lighting them both up with her lighter.

Clink.

Not wanting to wait around for people to notice Nick, she quickly left the building and made her way back over to the payphone.

"You hurt Garfield,"

Elizabeth snuck up on Gar, wrapping one arm around his neck and the other around the lower half of his face, covering his mouth.

He struggled as she dragged him away.

She dragged him through the rest of the alley, looping back around by going through the adjacent alleyway.

He tried to bite her arm.

He tried to scratch her.

He tried to kick her shins with the backs of his heels, to take his feet completely off of the ground and throw her off balance.

They approached the edge of the forest.

Elizabeth threw him down the slope that began right where the sidewalk ended.

She followed after him as he tumbled down the hill, knocking into a fallen log as he reached the bottom.

Gar groaned, rolling over.

Elizabeth wasted no time in pulling a throwing knife out of her pocket, one that had been there since the night Arlen was attacked and she completely forgot about, straddling the blond before he could attempt to get up.

His eyes were wide and full of fear.

"What are you doing, you nutjob!?" He tried to push her off but didn't have the strength to."You killed Nick, didn't you? I always knew that there was something wrong with you!"

"Shhh..."

Elizabeth covered his mouth her hand and started to press the throwing knife against his throat.

Beads of blood began to form.

"Liz! Stop!"

She paused, turning to find Jesse skidding slightly down the end of the steep hill.

"Not Liz... Ennard."

Jesse stopped a few feet away from her.

"Ennard," she repeated. "You demon bastard. You've been using her the whole time. Why?"

"You hurt Jessica,"

After a moment, Elizabeth stood up.

Gar remained where he was. He was in a state of shock and couldn't move.

"I'm not corporeal, Jessica. I can't touch things, which is an issue, because I thirst for blood."

She took a few steps towards the shorter woman, gripping the throwing knife so hard that her knuckles were white.

"I need to possess people in order to be tangible. I used to not care who I used... I would take them over, hurt somebody, and leave just like that. One night, I came across Laura and Lizzy, both of them heading in opposite directions... I had the urge to make someone suffer. It was either one or the other.

"I chose Lizzy because she looked bigger and stronger than that dancer... I was right. Everything was so easy... easier than it had ever been with others. Lizzy overpowers others with little to no struggle. Her mind is always very distracted, so it's never difficult to get in. She never passes out after I'm done... she's too tough to do that. Instead, she just blinks back into her own consciousness, assuming that she completely zoned out or dissociated like she always does, leaving her completely oblivious to what I've done until I'm already gone again...

"I wanted to keep using her, so I decided to dig around her head. I found her... interesting... I thought that maybe, if I only hurt the people that hurt her, it'd make her happy and she'd allow me to keep using her..."

"Well, you were wrong about that. Liz doesn't like hurting people and you need to get the hell out of her head."

Elizabeth got even closer.

"Maybe I will, but not until you're taken care of."

In an instant, she raised the knife up and brought it down.

Jesse stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Elizabeth made a horizontal swipe.

Jesse ducked out of the way.

"This is will be much easier if you stay still."

"Yeah, that's why I'm not planning on staying still."

Elizabeth swung yet again, making a broad diagonal sweep.

Jesse didn't manage to step back far enough, but she did manage to catch the redhead's forearm with both hands, stopping the blade inches from her shoulder.

She pushed as hard as she could against Elizabeth's arm, which was still attempting to shove the knife into her flesh.

"Stop resisting. You're just delaying the inevitable."

Jesse's elbows buckled and her shoulder was sliced open.

Before she could manage to recompose herself, Elizabeth cut her twice more.

Things went on like this for a few minutes. The redhead would try to attack, sometimes she would miss, other times she would manage to make more blood spill onto the leaves.

Jesse didn't really try to inflict any pain back.

Or at least, she didn't until she managed to catch Elizabeth's arm a second time.

She shoved as hard as she could, slamming the taller woman's hand against a nearby tree.

Her grip loosened on the knife, and Jesse managed to take it from her, stepping back quite a bit.

"Oh, so you are going to hurt me back?" Elizabeth tilted her head to the side. "Or, should I say, you are going to hurt Lizzy? Go on. Do it. You know that you can't properly get rid of me until I'm out of her, and I'm not leaving until she's dead."

She held her arms out slightly, as if inviting her to attack back, to plunge the stained blade straight into her flesh.

Jesse tightened her grip on the short metal handle, but she didn't move.

Elizabeth closed a bit of the space between them and Jesse still didn't move.

Eventually, after a minute or two, another one of those high, cold, garbage disposal-like laughs rang out.

"I dug through every memory that you two have together. I knew that you wouldn't be able to do it... You care about her too much to do it."

Elizabeth wrestled the knife back out of Jesse's grasp, forced her down onto the ground, and began to stab her while she attempted to force her off...

It felt like the memories took hours to play out in Elizabeth's head, but in actuality, it couldn't have taken longer than ten seconds.

"What's wrong, Lizzy? Can't stomach reality?"