"…Largo cut the rope holding Blind Mag, causing her to drop to her death—impaled on the fence below her."
That was her sole epitaph. One sentence explaining how she died.
Luigi threw the morning paper down in a huff. He looked around the room; there were dark walls and hardwood floors, with little furniture, save for a bed, sofa, and the chair he sat in. His house wasn't much, especially for someone as rich as him, but it served its purpose.
He stood up, pressing his head against the wall, his face growing red and full of rage. Luigi snapped his head up and punched the wall, screaming "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" as loud as he could, then muttering under his breath, "Fucking Dad is dead. Mag is dead. Goddamn slut Amber has GeneCo now…my life is shit. The bitch doesn't deserve it…"
Rotti's funeral had been the previous night, with Blind Mag's tonight. It wasn't going to be anything elaborate or special. Just a few speeches and then they'd throw her into the ground. He could do this. Or could he? He and Mag, they'd had a rather special relationship.
About fifteen years earlier, they loved each other deeply. In fact, they still loved each other all those years later, but they refused to ever admit it. They had a son together—a beautiful baby boy named Alfredo—although they passed him off as the illegitimate child of Pavi and a GENtern. Luckily, people believed the story.
He straightened his ascot and readied himself for the funeral. He wanted to get there early.
Mag looked beautiful. She was placed in a velvet-lined casket and wore a black dress with a matching corset around her waist. Someone had closed her eyes to hide the two black holes that sat in their place; she still wore her thick false eyelashes from her final performance, although the same person had apparently wiped the blood off of them. Long brown locks framed her pale face. In her hands, there was a red rose.
Luigi, standing in the chapel, her corpse lying before him, had to bite his lip to keep any emotion from showing. He was never one to get dramatic, but everything in his life that had even the slightest meaning to him was gone. His father, his former lover, his shot at running the company.
He turned his head to see if anyone was looking. The church was empty. Bending down, he gave Mag a kiss on the lips. He stared at her for a minute, tears forming in his eyes, which he wiped away with a handkerchief.
"Good bye," he whispered.