¤ second hau ¤ forward dated to tuesday morning
[She had tried. Keiichi was by her side, everyone cared, and Rena was working her hardest to stay sane. What could Mayfield really do to her, how could they ruin her happiness? Happiness was something Rena created for herself, something she had to grasp with her own hands... And she grabbed it. For a brief moment she had fooled herself to smile grabbed hold of her own happiness, pretended things were fine even within the confines of Mayfield.
Even with the killings, even with the fear that her neighbors would come in during the night and strike her dead in her sleep, she was suffering Rena clung to what she could, and perhaps she did have a semblance of safety. And then Zeetha had attacked her. she would always suffer Cold blooded, murderous intentions, and if it weren't for... was that Rika? No, Rika was a smiling young girl, and this Rika had the calm look of a killer. Rena was safe. She wasn't in danger.
Except she was. it was her fault Mayfield was going to rip apart the happiness she had created with her own hands. Just like always
and she had to do whatever it took to keep Mayfield from striking down her hopes and dreams.
always her fault]
[Those thoughts are on her mind as she leaves her house, a shovel hefted over her shoulder like it was a mere toy. Rena's usual cheerful disposition is gone, face set in determination and eyes blank. Stop her on the street if you will, but don't expect much of a conversation. Her destination? 5724 Cunningham Lane.]
Even with the killings, even with the fear that her neighbors would come in during the night and strike her dead in her sleep, she was suffering Rena clung to what she could, and perhaps she did have a semblance of safety. And then Zeetha had attacked her. she would always suffer Cold blooded, murderous intentions, and if it weren't for... was that Rika? No, Rika was a smiling young girl, and this Rika had the calm look of a killer. Rena was safe. She wasn't in danger.
Except she was. it was her fault Mayfield was going to rip apart the happiness she had created with her own hands. Just like always
and she had to do whatever it took to keep Mayfield from striking down her hopes and dreams.
always her fault]
[Those thoughts are on her mind as she leaves her house, a shovel hefted over her shoulder like it was a mere toy. Rena's usual cheerful disposition is gone, face set in determination and eyes blank. Stop her on the street if you will, but don't expect much of a conversation. Her destination? 5724 Cunningham Lane.]