Belle let out a horrified shriek. She started to cry. Gaston just hadn't done that. It couldn't be. This man wasn't just a bloodthirsty monster. He was a heartless monster. He'd shot him. He really had cold-heartedly shot LeFou.

Yet the tangled-haired small man stood still. He had heard the gunfire pow out of the barrel but denied the fact the trigger had actually been pulled. Then he felt a massive pain along with a warm fluid running from his heart. He took an apprehensive look at it.

No.

He really did it.

LeFou couldn't get his widened eyes off of this deep-crimson stain. Right here. Under his nose. Maybe if he kept staring at it, it would disappear.

"Gaston! What have you done?" Belle sobbed. Although she was sure this psycho wasn't listening.

In fact, he hadn't moved an inch. He was still in position as if ready to blow another shot. But nothing came out this time. No sound. Gaston was frozen on the spot. God, he had to be stopped! It couldn't go on like that! But what could she do now she was on her own?

LeFou finally switched his eyes from his bleeding heart back to a startled Gaston. He considered the ex-captain a moment before closing his eyes over two glowing tears.

"I loved you." He sighed sadly.

Belle helplessly watched as her wannabe savior fell down before her eyes in a loud thud. Then she noticed his murderer lowered his arm at last. What was he going to do now? Shoot her dead too? Shoot everyone else? He looked at her. She flinched.

"Now…Belle…" he said. Maybe fear was tricking her but it seemed his voice was suddenly trembling. "You… are coming with me… at… once." He tried to command. She shook her head vividly.

"No!"

"Belle…"

"I'm not coming with you! You're a murderer!" She cried.

"I'm… a soldier!" Gaston cringed.

"You… just shot dead… your friend!" She sobbed while looking at poor LeFou. He hadn't deserved such a horrible fate. He just wanted to help. She took him in her arms and caught a glimpse of the thick and still fresh tears on his pale face. It was so unfair. So unfair. She brushed away one of his messy locks. How could this happen? She just didn't understand. She held LeFou tighter as she kept crying.

Gaston was losing his patience. Was he this eager to marry Belle or was he jealous? But whom of? He kept looking at the pathetic scene in front of him without really seeing anything. As if he was looking into space. He even forgot about the Beast. He came closer of Belle. He noticed he was staggering. All strength has instantly left his legs.

"Belle… you come with me!" He clenched his teeth. "Now!" he ordered.

That's it! She was done.

"Shut up you monster!" she yelled at his face. "You killed your best friend! My God, how could he stand you and your… horrible mood swings? How can… someone so kind… be friend… with a ruthless killer like you?" She scolded him while stroking LeFou's hair. Even love couldn't stop a madman? But was this madman even able to love?

Gaston winced at that rather intimate gesture. He found himself surprised to want to slap Belle's hand away from his LeFou. HIS? No, he wasn't his! This load of trash in a cute pink ribbon was nothing but a hindrance! Gaston would never have thought even him would get in his way. But why would this upset the great Gaston anyway? If LeFou was nothing… Why would the captain's heart ache so sharply at LeFou's words? So sharply he actually pulled the trigger? On LeFou? Wait, had he shot LeFou? Had he just killed… LeFou? No, he… he just wanted to scare him away. That's all.

He looked at the body Belle was holding against her. A large crimson hole made out of torn off and blood-stained cloth where LeFou's heart was before. Glittering water upon his soft cheeks. Motionless. What happened? Gaston pushed Belle away.

"Belle! What have you done?" He suddenly panicked. He then cupped LeFou's left cheek and dreadfully felt the coldness of the wet skin.

"What?" Belle exclaimed. Gaston was in denial now? How nervy was he exactly? He had just shoot LeFou dead before her very eyes and after he'd spat hurtful atrocities at that sweet man. So hurtful he couldn't retain his tears he probably had been holding since Gaston's threat to send him in an asylum. So why this scoundrel was suddenly accusing her?