Only rays of light seeped through many cracks in the covered cart that I was now being transported in. I knew that this cart was leading me to my death, but I really couldn't bring myself to care. Without her I was nothing. No more music radiated in my head. No more Angel, no more music.
I leaned my head against the shaking wood as I lost myself to my thoughts. I blankly noted that beyond the guillotine only Hell waited for me, yet Hell seemed like such a relief. A relief, because no pit or fire in Hell could compare to the searing agony of a broken heart. A heart. Yes, it would seem that the monster does indeed have a heart. A heart that beats solely for Christine. I flinched. Just the sound of her perfect name brought my heart unbearable pain.
So now I was to be lead to their revenge; their happy ending; the end of their fear and revoltion: my death. How fitting it was that they use a guillotine to dispatch of me. Cut off the freakish monster head that housed the thoughts of the mad genius, gave off the sounds of an angel, and bared the ugliest thing to ever tarnish the earth's face.
Soon my head was swimming with different thoughts. My mind flooded with images of every look of fear my face has ever received and my ears rang with the sounds of all the women's terrified shrieks. Hell couldn't be that bad. Especially compared to cruelty of man. That combined with heart break cause me more pain than any fiery pit could.
The Cart lurched to a halt. This is the end of the line. Good.