Noir. AU. Dark. Read at your own risk. Needed to get it out of my system and out in the open.
Disclaimer: Noir does not belong to me.
death, becoming
In another universe, after Kirika affirms their agreement, Mireille pulls the trigger, knowing it is the only way she can leave the country in one piece.
She covers the head immediately afterwards; it is but a small hole, but the blood will stain the mattress anyway, and it's best if she lumps it all under double blankets and closes her eyes. She washes her hands, hides her gun in case the hotel staff see it. Always the plan. The trick is to think ahead, but not too far ahead that you miss the gun right in front of you.
(She promised she would. It was a contract, fulfilled earlier than expected.)
No one bothers her as she strolls down the street, since the blood was cleaned off. She passes a military truck. No questions are asked of her.
She hires another chopper, and it takes her back to Paris. Life becomes uneventful. She threw the withered plant away. There are no neighbours to help take care of the pets and the plants in this world.
When she finds a knife at her throat one day in her own apartment, without having heard the sound of a footstep, she smiles with full knowledge that her time has come. A girl with purple hair looks at her with eyes so cold she frowns with a twinge of forgotten emotion.
(What was it?)
"You will come with me to the Manor," Chloe says. "I will tell you the secret of Noir."
She goes.
She learns.
She tries to fight her fate, shooting wildly at Altena and Chloe. Altena dies with a smile upon her lips.
(Mireille is glad she took her revenge. Mireille is glad.)
While Chloe steps over to stare in shock at Altena's dead body, ignoring the blonde she doesn't care about, Mireille puts a bullet through her own temple.
She doesn't smile.
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