"Shadow!  Stop that!  Shoo!" Machete quickly pulled his dog away from Kriss.  He looked down at the woman he thought was supposed to be the Gray Bitch, the most feared woman around.  He could hardly believe that such a strong and capable warrioress could be brought down to such depths.  He simply stared as the pile of flesh and bones before him greedily gulped down the dog piss like it was vodka or something.  How could... it couldn't be.  She couldn't be the Gray Bitch.  She just couldn't.<br/><br/>Machete stared at those two words that were tattooed on her forehead.  This had to be some kind of sick and twisted joke.  Maybe this was some other poor girl who was made to resemble Kriss.  That was probably it!  Maybe... maybe the real Kriss was behind it.  No... that didn't make any sense, did it?  He had heard that the Patricks had recently captured Kriss, but Machete dismissed it as a rumour.  Even if she was caught, if anyone could escape the Patricks, it was her.<br/><br/>"What the hell happened to you," Machete reached out with trembling hands.  He touched the words "Gray Bitch" on her forehead.  He had to be sure that it was real.  Those words were more haunting to him than even the obviously blind eyes.  Those words were what stared back at him.  Those words that were the only evidence left of who this woman used to be.  Then a flash of anger crossed his face as he reached out and grabbed Kriss by the shoulders.  He angrily shook her and shouted, "What the hell happened to you?!  You're supposed to be better than this, damn it!  How the hell did the great and mighty Gray Bitch get reduced to such a pathetic pile of trash?!"<br/><br/>Seething with rage, Machete drew his blade and straddled Kriss's stomache.  He reached down to grab a hold of the top of Kriss's head.  Didn't she used to have such beautiful red hair?  Of course they shaved it off.  It looked like they did quite the number on her scalp, as well.  He wondered if her hair could still grow back.  Still... without her eyes, she would never be the same.  Gripping her head tightly, Machete slid the dull side of his blade along Kriss's cheek.  He wondered if she could tell how long it was.  He wondered if she remembered him.  Maybe... maybe not.  It didn't matter any more.  With the sharp end of his blade he made a shallow cut along Kriss's forehead, crossing out the word "Gray Bitch".<br/><br/>"You're not the Gray Bitch.  Don't you ever dare use that name again, you worthless whore," Machete continued growling even as tears started forming at the corner of his eyes.  Even as they dropped down onto Kriss's lips, Machete put his blade away.  He then pulled out his hatchet.  Grabbing a hold of the yoke, he proceeded to slam his axe down as hard as he could with all of his strength.  He didn't care if it didn't work.  Right now, he just wanted to destroy something and right now the yoke was the only thing on Kriss that was in any condition to be destroyed.<br/><br/>Whether or not chopping at the yoke yielded any results, Machete would proceed to attempt to yank Kriss back onto her feet.  He refused to believe that the Gray Bitch was truly gone.  He wanted proof, any proof, that the Gray Bitch still lived.  He wanted to see her walk on her two feet again.  He wanted to see the Gray Bitch back on her feet.  "C'mon!  Get up!  Get the fuck up!  Prove me wrong, damn it!  Prove to me that you truly are the Gray Bitch!"