DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sin City or any of its characters. I do not own the cover image.
She's beautiful.
Her red dress, soft to the touch. Her blonde hair, hanging in bouncy, childlike curls from her little head. Her scent, something that not even goddesses can achieve. And…those breasts, so perfectly protruding from her chest.
She's dead.
My angel, my Goldie…She's gone. She's still. She's cold.
I was supposed to protect her, damn it. I failed you, Goldie. Hell, I needed you as much as you needed me, but look what I let happen. Then again, anything can happen in this piece of shit they call Basin City. Anything.
But whilst you're up in Heaven, I'm down here in Hell, and now I'm to blame for your death. Those damn cops are gonna be on my tail anytime soon for a crime I didn't even commit.
I won't let you down again, Goldie. I promise you- I'll capture those vile sons-of-bitches that took your life and I'll take theirs in ways unimaginable to them. I'll make them wish they'd never messed with Satan and his darling angel.
I see you…You're the sole gold star up in the murky black skies, and you're gonna look down on me as I pummel those assholes into an even deeper Hell.
AUTHOR NOTE: Thanks for reading! We're studying this film in Film Studies and I find it so cool. :D My musical inspiration was 'Cells-The Servant', part of the OST from the Sin City film, the instrumental version. :)
