Yea, Hello everybody. I'm sorry, I know I've been very terrible and horribly neglecting my other Love Never Dies fic, but I'm having a little writers block. Give me a little more time to chew over my options on that and I'll update it as soon as I can. I already have it started!
So, I saw a bootleg of the show, and watched the end (About a million time O.o) and thought 'What would have happened if Meg shot herself instead of Christine?'. Because, she WAS pointing the gun at herself initially, so what if she was waving it around and she shot herself in the stomach by accident instead of Christine?
I might turn this into a whole fic of different ideas on how the ending could have been, what do you think? I mean, there are so many different ways that story coulda ended. What if the Freaks had confronted Meg instead of the Phantom, Christine, and Madame Giry. What if NOBODY showed up and Meg went on with her plan and threw Gustave and herself off the pier?
So, I decided to do this one because, I really DO feel very sorry for Meg, and so I decided to write up this little kinda fluffy ending for her. This for the most part goes how the show goes, but instead of Christine kicking the bucket, it's Meg. I reference the Phantom here as Mr. Y because, well in the show that's his name. And yea, my Mr. Y tends to be very fluffy sometimes, though I tried not to make him so fluffy here, just kinda confused about what exactly to do.
Well, here goes nothing. I'll try to be faithful, but I'm kinda in a fluffy mood. Ya know? Anyway, Please R&R and ENJOY!
"Here's the big finish and THEN you can go" Meg cried as she held the gun to her temple. Christine gasped and shielded Gustave away from the horrible scene in front of them, Madame Giry began to grow panicked andnearly jumped forward, but stopped herself, and Mr. Y stood infront of her, his hands held out to her.
He took a small step forward "Give me the the gun Meg" he beckoned to her "Give me the hurt and the pain and the gun Meg". She put her finger on the trigger and Mr. Y held his hands up and stopped "Give me gun Meg. Give me the blame for not seeing the things that you've done Meg. Give me the chance to see you clear at last". Meg lowered the gun for a moment, echoing him "See me clear at last".
Slowly Mr. Y began walking towards Meg, his voice soothing "You feel ugly you feel used, you feel broken you feel bruised. Ah but me, I can see, all the beauty underneath". Meg swallowed back tears, but kept the gun pointed at her head "Yes". He continued "You've been robbed of love and pride, been ignored and pushed aside. Even so, I still know, there is beauty underneath", "Yes".
Comfortingly, he put his hands on her shoulders "Diamonds never sparkle bright, if they aren't set just right". Gesturing to his mask he added "Beauty sometimes goes unseen. We can't all be like Christine". Meg angrily pushed herself away from him "Christine, Christine! Always Christine!".
As she shoved herself away from him she stumbled and a shot rang out. Clutching her stomach, she staggered forward and Mr. Y rushed forward and caught her as she fell, lowering her to the ground. Christine cried out "MEG! My God Meg!", Madame Giry fell by her daughter's side "Meg my little Meg! Say something! Say Anything!" she urged. Mr. Y pushed her away "Giry! Go get help!" he ordered.
Reluctantly, Madame Giry left her daughter on the pier, running as fast as she could to find help. Mr. Y pulled Meg up and held her as she cried in pain, physically and mentally. Christine came over and knelt on the other side of her friend, taking her hand "Meg I'm so sorry!" she said. Meg choked slightly but replied "No, Christine".
Mr. Y took Meg's scarf and began pressing it to her side, trying to stop the bleeding as Chrisine took Meg's hand "Oh Meg, I wish I'd known, I would have..." Meg cut her off "No. I was a bad friend. You were like my sister, I was wrong to be jealous". Her head lolled back and Chrisine shook her head frantically "NO!".
He sat with Meg, at a loss for words but he squeezed her gently "Meg? Meg stay with me" he told her. She shook her head weakly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. He swallowed and continued holding her, speaking to her soothingly "If I'd known before Meg, I wouldn't have stood for it. I would have found another way to get the money Meg". She began to grow limp in his arms but he felt her hold onto him with the little strength she had. "Everything will be alright Meg" he told her, even though they all knew it was a lie.
Finally he gave up trying to stop the bleeding, knowing she wasn't going to make it. Meg looked up at him, her eyes frightened and pained, but still held a longing, for him. "It was only for you" she whispered faintly, he looked up at Christine, not knowing what to do. Christine was looking down at Meg crying and holding her hand tightly.
Mr. Y looked back down at Meg as she began to close her eyes "Master, Please kiss me?" she asked him faintly. Christine stood and went over to Gustave, nodding to him as she stood. He cupped Meg's cheek in his hand for a moment before leaning down and kissing her, not passionately, but enough to apologize for all the pain he'd caused her.
As he kissed her he felt the life leave her as she let out a heavy sigh. He lowered her down gently, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. Gently he put his hands on her stomach as Christine returned and knelt beside Meg, pulling her friend's body into her lap and crying softly. Mr. Y stood behind her as Gustave approached warily.
"Mother? Where's Papa? Shouldn't he be here?" he asked her after a moment of silence. Christine looked up at her son and shook her head "No Gustave, your father, your REAL father, is Mr. Y" she told him. Gustave turned and stared at Mr. Y, bewildered, before walking up to him and slowly reaching up to take his mask.
He pushed the boy away at first, but then, knelt down and removed his mask and wig, revealing his face to the boy. Gustave simply looked at it curiously as Mr. Y stood over him. Intriuged, he reached out and touched the deformity, then went and hugged him tightly. Mr. Y stood stunned for a moment, then, looking over at Christine, wrapped his arms around his son gently.
Though he felt a pang of guilt over what had happened to poor Meg, and what would happen to Madame Giry in the future. He knew that life in the future would be happy. He had Christine, and a son, and an amusement park didn't he? He looked over at Christine, who looked back at him though tear stained eyes. There'd been a lot of hearkbreak tonight, but it was over, and now their love, and their lives could begin anew.