Who: Shane and Trenton What: Time for Trenton to pay the piper. Where: P4 When: After this. Warnings: Uh, yeah, probably. Torture, blood, talk of sexual abuse, and various other triggery type stuff. Viewer discretion is advised.
Trenton was the person who had hurt Boyd. Who had drugged her. Who had raped her.
This was as straightforward and obvious to Shane as the sky being blue, and rapists deserving whatever they got. Though he'd recently developed a level of doubt and guilt when he killed, this went beyond that, transcended that. This was surety, like he hadn't had in some time. It felt familiar. He'd missed being sure.
He packed up a small black bag with a few essentials and went up to P4. He saw no reason not to try the direct approach. He'd never met Trenton, and if he felt as guiltless as he must be to not have just killed himself when he realized what he'd done, he likely wouldn't bat an eyelash to opening to the door to a stranger.
He went to the door, and just knocked. He wore dark clothes and a bland expression as he waited for someone to answer.
If he wasn't home, of course, they could do this some other time. Any other time, really.