Author's Note: First off, a big thank you to those who reviewed the first part and to those who faved the story. This part is pretty much Sparrow's side of things come the end of the game and much shorter than the first part.
Constructive criticism appreciated as always.
This theme: Broken.
Broken
Broken, that's how he feels as Lucien tells him his family is dead, killed by Lucien's own hand while he wasn't there. While he was gone seeing to Hero's business. There is pain in his chest, he doesn't hear anything else Lucien tells him. It is Rose all over again. Only worse, it hurts even more now it's his child, his Alex, both gone.
He tortures himself in those few moments, imagines the scene, his beautiful, amazing Alex, no doubt holding her own against Lord Lucien. Rose Louise...He doesn't even want to think of that, her blood spilled on the walls of his home.
Lucien raises his gun again and he is eight years old again, in Castle Fairfax. He hears Rose, crying out "No!", the thud of her body against the platform on which they both stand. He hears Lucien tell him "I'm sorry", feels the glass in his back again, the wind cutting into his skin as he falls. He is eight years old and helpless.
The gun fires, stunning him from his thoughts, there is no pain, he is still standing. He wonders if he's dead. No, he is not. He sees the body then, the lump of fur in a pool of blood and he breaks again. His family is dead, damn it even his dog is dead. How much more can this man take from him? Lucien speaks, but he doesn't hear him. He can't take his eyes away from his dog, his one constant companion, now even it has been taken from him.
The gun is raised for a last time.
"The last time I killed you, it tore my heart out," Lucien tells him, gun fixed upon him. He stares at Lucien, determined to look him in the eye as the man kills him for the second time. "Of course, you were only a child, but then...so was I."
So was Rose.
The gun fires.
Sparrow staggers from the impact, he is in too much pain to even feel the bullet. He falls to his knees and slumps to the ground.
He opens his mouth to cry out, he can't muster the words nor the strength to voice them. He closes his eyes, he is shattered, like his heart, a thousand pieces lying atop Hero Hill. He is broken, like before, and he cannot get up from this.
Death is not your destiny today little Sparrow.