AN: I had a sudden inspiration. I feel kinda guilty that I'm doing this and not working on one of my full-length fics, but this kinda thing helps me think.
Disclaimer: I may be German, but I'm not Cornelia Funke. If I was, this would have been the real ending.
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Meggie had never felt such pain that she did when Basta's knife pierced Farid. She also felt a surge of rage and anger and hate. Her only comprehensible though was 'NO!' Dustfinger caught the boy, stopped him from being trample. Meggie clutched Farid's dead body and sobbed against his chest, where no heart beat could be heard.
"Did I kill your boyfriend, little witch?" That alone brought Meggie back to life.
She screamed. Screamed so loud that it could be heard all throughout the battle, and everyone could tell that it was not the scream of a dying girl, but the scream of a heartbroken girl on a mission.
Meggie pulled the knife from Farid's back. Basta's knife. With another ear-shattering screech, she lunged forward, and stabbed Basta in the heart – or where his heart should have been, because that creature didn't seem to have one. She pulled the knife out and hauled back to stab again, but Dustfinger caught her arm and pulled her back as Basta fell.
"Meggie! Meggie, stop. He's dead, stop!" that was Mo.
She let the knife fall from her slack grip and fall to the ground, where it stuck in the blood-soaked soil. She was in total shock. She had just killed a man. She had just murdered. She was a killer at the age of thirteen. This couldn't be happening to her. She couldn't accept it.
But, she reasoned, I killed a killer. Surely that must count for something!
Yes, answered her inner skeptic. It means you've sunk to his level.
No! I killed him because he killed Farid! He kills for the sake of killing! I killed for love!
Hmmm…I suppose that does count for something.
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(Follow-up! Farid's reaction when he hears that Meggie was the one that killed Bastard! Er…I mean Basta!)
Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes ago, Farid had been dead. Twenty minutes ago, Dustfinger had been alive.
Meggie and Farid walked the mines, and just talked. They didn't talk about anything important, they just talked, and relished in each other's presence. After a while, they fell silent. The silence scared Meggie. It screamed of unasked and unanswered questions. After five minutes of silence, Farid asked one of those questions.
"So…what happened…after I…after?" He was purposely avoiding saying 'after I died'.
Meggie looked at her shoes. "I-I…I took the knife and I……I st…I killed Basta."
"You? You killed Basta?" He looked shocked, and proud, and more in love (If that is even possible). "Wow," he said with a small smile, "I didn't know you had it in you."
"It was just…when he stabbed you…I stopped thinking. I was driven by rage and love." Meggie choked a little bit on the last word. Others had applied it to the two of them before, and it was plain in their faces when they looked at each other, but neither of them had ever said it out loud.
They stopped walking. Farid took her shoulders and pulled her to him. He hugged her tightly, and kissed her hair. When they pulled apart, she put her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Into that kiss she put all her anger and sadness.
When they broke apart, they simply stood there, and held each other, thankful that Farid was alive, and Mo was alive, and, for the most part, their family was intact.
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I know it might kinda suck, but I was tired and pissed off when I wrote this. R&R!