They waltzed around the room, swirling over bodies and each one of them covered in blood…Lots of blood. Nothing Else mattered anymore, not wherever Toby had run off to, not Blonde nuisances, not revenge, not pies…
Not Lucy.
'Finally! At last we're together', I gazed into his eyes. Beautiful things, they were. Deep, and so dark…like ink wells. I'd waited for months for this moment- no- years, over fifteen years, to be wrapped in his arms. Now there was nothing left to get in the way of our new happy life by the-'
"Oof!" She hit the wall with a thud! Her dizzy eyes drank in his glorious sight as she slid down the wall, her hair and dress catching on the bricks. The world slowly darkened as he walked away from her and sat by the bloody body of his only true love.
The world was dark, silent. Nellie Lovette was sure she'd died. She hoped it. Wished it. The pain in her head was possibly the worst pain she'd ever felt. And her arm, she couldn't feel it. Couldn't feel anything. She could hear things though. Distantly, an angel sang a sad song. She wanted to cry but her body wasn't getting any of the messages her brain gave it.
Somewhere, far off, there was a grinding noise, Toby, she knew. A sound of people running down the steps. She panicked, oh, lord! They would find everything! Sweeney! And all these bodies! Run, love, run! GO far, far away! Never look back! Go! Go!
There was shouting, slashing and lots of heavy footfalls…her heart was slowing, her body bleeding and her heart was broken. She knew what was to come for her dear Sweeney, and it was all her fault…