Frenetic Amnesic I'm back. And I'm sorry about the absence. I got lazy and I had writers block. You see, I write highlights of the chapters in a little notebook. Big things that will happen, and then I type the actual story around those major points. But I lost the notebook and spent all of my time since the last update looking for it. But I found it, and now I can write again. Also, I'm going to have a new style of preview. I'll monologue a little at the end. These monologues will have little hints in them as to what will happen. Anime fans who watch the show Trigun on Cartoon Network's adult swim will recognize this.
A note: a highly skilled writer named Hacen, has returned to If you have not read his stories: The Road to Where We Are and Madeline, then I suggest you go do it now. Go now. Read them. That's an order. GO NOW! Done? Okay. On with the story

Lizzie sat down at the table across from Murdoch and began to tell him what had caused the enmity between her and Kate Sanders.

"Remember the Digital Bean incident"
"How could I forget? I was the one getting shot at, remember"
"Oh, yeah. Well, the day after the incident, I was still a little rattled. So I went to the lake to calm myself down. I was out there for awhile, by the time I decided to leave, it was dark, and I was tired. I got in my car and was driving home when I... when I "
Something had obviously happened to upset her very badly when trying to remember it.
Murdoch could only guess at what.
"Lizzie. Did you hit someone"
She nodded. The tears were falling hard and Murdoch himself began to cry silently, tears streaming down well worn paths from a certain previous loss. Death was still difficult to deal with even if that person was someone you didn't know personally. He walked over and hugged her in his arms.
"It was a little boy. He died. I killed him." She cried even harder now. Murdoch had noticed how she was acting since the Digital Bean incident. She was always tired like she didn't sleep at night, her eyes were always red and puffy, and she always looked a little gaunt. He also remembered that a young boy had been killed in a hit and run earlier that week. Now he knew how.
"This still doesn't explain the thing with you and Kate"
"She saw it happen. She threatened to tell the police that I did it. She said she'd tell them if I didn't become her personal slave. I panicked, so I agreed. She's been making me do horrible things.
She made me have sex with some fat ugly slob." Murdoch gasped. 'That bitch.' he thought.
"But the worst part about it was that she had made a mask out of a picture of Gordo, so it would look like it was him"
Murdoch didn't want to hear anymore. He let go of Lizzie and walked over to the living room. He decided right then and there that he had to help Lizzie, but how? He then came up with a rather brilliant plan. He got up to tell Lizzie about it, but had only taken two steps when an unbearable pain gripped his heart and forced him to the floor. It hurt so bad. It felt like his heart and lungs were being crushed. He puked blood and passed out, letting the darkness take him...

Strength. Strength comes in many different ways. The strength to lift a heavy object. The strength to admit your love for someone. But true strength comes from admitting your mistakes and having the will to rectify them. If we all had this strength, we would be better off. Murdoch has tremendous strength in many ways. He has made it his mission to pass this strength on to as many people as possible, and to teach them a better way of life, through love. The man with the sword and handgun, despite his appearance, wishes for a peaceful life away from pain. And he is willing to show his true strength to get it. But as he does he questions himself. "Am I strong enough? Can I do it? Will I do it?"