Mathew's little eyes shot open again. He was blind, but it wasn't unusual for him to have his senses restart after he had experienced a death. His tiny heart throbbed in his chest as he heard the enormous sound of a mechanical beast nearby... Slowly, his vision came back to him, and he had enough strength to lift his head and look down his own body toward the source of the noise...

A girl sat in a windowsill gazing out over the clouds, and beyond the window was a large mechanical bird-like creature. Mathew only caught a glimpse of it before it took off, disappearing into the clouds as the young girl hopped off the windowsill and began toward the bookshelf. She seemed to be very upbeat and happy, trying her best to keep her spirits up as she walked...

He watched her approach, her footfalls coming closer and closer to his tiny form before...

*Fwap...*

A gust of wind blew over him as her boot-clad foot slammed down right next to his tiny body. She spun, grinding that foot into the ground in nearly a teasing way... She had no idea he was there, but just an inch to the side and the little one would have been stomped on and ground into a fine paste.

She flopped down into the seat behind her, leaning back and glancing to the bookshelf nearby.

"My protector... My Jailer..." She said to herself, crossing her legs.

Mathew was forced to gaze up at the dusty bottom of her shoe that hovered over him as she bobbed her foot gently, dropping bits of dust and debris down onto the little one... Elizabeth's interest in that particular bookcase waned slightly, before she shifted herself to lean forward. The foot that was to Mathew's right slid over him, coming just high enough over his body to brush his tiny arousal as she got comfortable. It came to rest on the ground again next to him, situating him directly between both of her feet as she leaned forward.

She rested her elbows on her knees, curling up slightly and looking to the ground. Not for anything in particular, she was just displeased at the thought of being here any longer.

"Hmph..." She groaned, spotting Mathew's blue hair.

Casually, she lifted her left foot over his tiny body and set it down. Mathew let out a little gasp as he watched the sole of her boot eclipse her face, before the hard leather came to rest upon his frail body. Without much effort, the girl pressed down - lifting her heel and forcing Mathew's body to compress and pop beneath her. When she was satisfied the insect had perished, she lifted her foot from the ground to examine the bottom of her shoe.

"Eew! Don't tell me this place has a bug infestation." She grumbled, looking to the insect on the sole of her boot.

Gently, she set her foot back on the ground and leaned back in her chair, gazing out toward the windowsill she had just been on a moment ago. Mathew was still alive, but barely... His body flattened beyond recognition as he was once again pressed into the carpet below. His breaths were raspy, filled with blood before she casually lifted her heel once more... Ending his miserable little existence.

She was starting to hate Songbird, to hate her place here on Monument Island... She was, however, glad that she had the necklace that was given to her by someone...

Rosalind Lutece...