Elijah was sitting in an observation room watching Scarlet. There were others in the room, guards and the like. People who both looked up to him and down at him at the same time. They knew as well as he did, Elijah was a shitty human being. One that killed for money and kinda of enjoyed it. He honestly didn't know if he enjoyed the killing or the battlefield. War changes people, it changed him. For the better or was a point that could be argued either way. 

His powers manifested on a battlefield, in a way he was born for it. He was for the most part okay with it. Things were what were, crying about ot wasn't going to help much. Plus he couldn't afford to be seen as weak, not in this line a work. Although there were times he wished these powers didn't exist, or at the very least different. Fire and heat were the natural enemy of just about everything. At least he'd never be cold again, that was something.

"Damn she's pretty, why would a girl like that do something so wrong?" One of the guards said. Eli kinda let a out a laugh. "Danger, love, and money. Same as anyone else." Eli said rather calmly with a grin that said he knew a lot more than he was telling. "It's no wonder she turned out like with him as his her-" another guard tried to remark but was cut off as a scathing look from Elijah set the guards pants on fire. "There will be no talking ill of her father. He was a better man then he was ever given credit for." Eli's words were sharp and clear. His actions were even clearer.

The reactions weren't exactly what he was expecting. The fear mixed with action was impressive as another guard pulled a weapon on Elijah. Eli couldn't help but smile at the guards reaction. "If you think that's gonna scare me into stopping you boys are dumb as hell." The guard lowered his weapon only slightly but was ready to do some damage should the situation call for it. "There now we can be friends again."

Elijah simply looked back at the monitors and smiled before he spoke. It was officially story time. "Listen well people, its story time. Story time with your crazy uncle that touched you in your Nono zone but you were too scared to tell anyone. All names have been changed to protect identities... Anyhow, this is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world and while she looked so sad in photographs people loved her when she smiled. This girls name was... Paisley. She was enamoured, for lack of a better word with her mother. One that she never knew but wanted to for all of her days, that holds true even today. Her father loved her mother with nothing Less than all of his heart. This mother died beloved by daughter and husband, it was such a blow to the husband that it almost forced our her, our heroin Paisley to raise herself." Eli paused for a moment, his unblinking eyes fixated on the screen that show Scarlett. "She does what she could to gain her fathers loving approval and thanks to her hardworking ways she gains it."  This story wasn't so much for entertainment but a reminder  of her past. His past with both her and her father.

"After a number of years later. Our heroines father meets a man at a bar. His name was... Stonewall Jackson or simply Jax. Paisley's father known by many in the criminal world as Shade. Jax just finished with his third tour of duty in the war and his mother just fell gravely ill. Jax loved his mother so much that he was willing to do almost anything to save her.  Shade eventually introduced Jax to Paisley and the two feel for each other pretty hard but you how forbidden love works. I love you, you love me, we hardly know or can stand each other. Don't tell Daddy." Story time with Uncle Elijah had loosened up a bit as he became a little more animated and started talking with his hands.

" Shade saw in Jax a young man who needed help and the keeper of a very rare skill set. He found away to help Jax get the money to help his mother, inturn Jax made sure she had the best medical care money could buy. In time Jax became one of the best at what he did. He earned the nickname 'Baba Yaga.' Shade however was the real Boogeyman but Jax... Jax was the one you sent to kill to the Boogeyman." Each and every word was chosen carefully each had a purpose.
 

One of the guards tried to ask a question. One that was quickly cut off and slapped down. "This ain't a Q and A, its shut the hell up and listen time." Eli shook his head in faux disgust before starting again. "Shade found a way to help Jax settle into his new life in the... Promise Keeping industry. In return Jax gave Shade someone... To talk to. Toss in a little requited love and for a short time... For a little while life was great. " Eli adjusted a body that for the most part hasn't moved for the duration of the story.

"Then addiction struck hard and slowly but surely Shade lost his grip on reality, Jax tried to help his friend all he could but in the end he was forced to do the only thing he knew how to do and just kept moving and not long after Paisley just washed away in a sea of people.... Jax did do one thing for his beloved friend. He hunted down anyone and everyone responsible for Shades addiction and showed them why they called him Baba Yaga. Jax's rampage changed the world they lived for better or worse is a story for another time." His tone was at the very least menacing. If there was any doubt that this was a Personal story it was long gone. 


If anyone was watching him, you could tell that this story held a deep personal meaning to him. There was still a lingering doubt as who the real players were in the story. Eli could see it in the eyes of the guards. If they couldn't figure who was who then they didn't need to know. Knowledge in the hands of fools was just as dangerous as any weapon.

 "Welp!" Eli said slapping his hands on his legs. "Imma go say hello to the girl. She looks like she could use the company of an outrageously handsome devil like me." Eli got up and made his to door. Just before exiting, in a somewhat dramatic fashion he  turned around and spoke to them for the last time. "We'll have story time again soon kids."  Bulging eyes accompanied a great toothy smile, all of which created one hell of a creepy face. He backed out of the room until he was out of sight. 

A few minutes later he was there outside of the room. Pondering about what to way or do. He wasn't one for running away from the unavoidable. He did the only thing he knew to do. Roll on forward. Opening the door he didn't greet her only spoke something of a riddle to everyone but the two in the room. "A guy walks into a bar, orders a drink. Sees a girl that catches his eye. Asks her if she wants another. They fall for each other and end up lovers. They laugh, cry, hold on tight, make it work for a little while. Then one night her taillights fade out into the dark and a guy walks into a bar." Each word seem to bring him closer to a rather comfy looking chair in the room. One that he now occupied. He waited on her reaction, as he sat there perched like a hungry wolf, unsure of what it might be. Happiness, joy, fear and sadness all rolling around in his head, and on his face.