<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Darkaggy.jpg) </div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha’s Occidental Delights<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Harley, Elizabeth, Marguerite, Christian…etc.<br/><hr/><br/>Another time the strong arms that caught her fall and the rough hands that supported her would have sent a familiar thrill through Agatha’s body.   Despite her feelings for Onneca she did not feel guilty for that night.  She could not have known what the following days would bring and she had been happy Harley had stopped by to see her, but that was before the terrible screams tore apart the night<br/><br/>Agatha was buckling on her holster when she heard Harley curse and looked up.  She nodded when asked to stay close.  Agatha had been in the thick of gunfire before and had hoped it would be some time before she would have to do so again.  The dime store novels got much of the stories wrong, but there was a nugget of truth in every tale no matter how small.<br/><br/>Agatha moved along with Harley, her pistol holstered and her light skirt clutched in one hand to help her move quickly to keep up with the woman unencumbered by such feminine clothing.  It did not take long to navigate the streets towards the commotion.  People were already filling the alley and more arriving to see what was the matter.  Doing as she was told and staying close to the lanky cowgirl they moved through the crowd where someone as giving orders.  Agatha spotted Spooky almost immediately and frowned at her friend as he blocked her view of the scene beyond.  Others were there too and she could swear she saw the harsh face of Walter, the man she had met out on the Mesa that very day.  He had a sword in his hand and he was moving away from the crowd.  Agatha’s scattered mind was already picking out fragments of details.  The sweetly metallic smell of spilled blood, the pale faces and pungent smell of recent vomit, something terrible had happened.<br/><br/>Two large men had been kneeling behind Spooky and when they stood she could see they were lifting a stretcher between them.  She did her best to look around the deadly gunslinger to the scene beyond.  She heard a name, unsure if it was from the young lady at her side or a member of the crowd working to get the stretcher up and moving.<br/><br/>“Elizabeth?”  She looked at Spooky who’s eyes gave away very little. He did not answer her but by then the men had moved from behind Christian and she caught a glimpse of cornflower hair and pale skin. “Elizabeth!” She cried rushing towards her friend and picking up the pale too pale hand that had rolled from under the sheet covering her naked form.  “I’m here Elizabeth.”  Her friend looked unconscious, but she prayed that Elizabeth could hear her.  “Oh God, please don’t be dead.” She whispered taking Elizabeth’s holding they hand in both of her own.  The vision of Elizabeth laid out, corpse-like on the makeshift litter kept her from truly seeing the horror than lay behind them on the alley floor.<br/><br/>Agatha looked over to Spooky.  “What happened?  Who did this?” She asked her eyes stricken with grief.  “Please find them.” She pleaded looking from the hardened gunslinger to the lanky cowgirl.  Agatha couldn’t have known the extent of the damage to her friend.  The sheet had done well to cover her, but the blood, she couldn’t imagine what kind of monster would attack the beautiful Englishwoman so savagely.  “Please.  I can’t leave her, you have to find the thing that did this to her.”<br/>