AHHH! This took forever to update!! I'm really sorry!!
Ok, everyone, sorry if this chapter has a lot of typos, I'm hoping it doesn't, but I have to update this when the Internet is working, and well, the Internet is working, but I don't know for how long!
Angry Blood Sister: Aw, thanks for your review! And don't worry, those guys get what they have coming ^.~
Allegra Monet: Thank you for the compliment! I'm sorry it took me so long to update!
Misrua: lol I didn't mean to traumatize anyone about Yohji's hair! But I'm glad I could ease your troubled mine with one simple little line ^.^
Coppelia: Oh, good, thank you for forgiving me. *smiles brightly*
Kamazova: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long! I've had a lot to do and plus my computer's Internet is messed up, so yeah. And oh, don't worry about the end of this chapter! I did work something out for you!
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Farfarello watched languidly as the first man sprung into action, rushing towards him, and then reached down to pull out his knife, only to discover, much to his shock, that he had not brought one. Much too late, the memories of how he had removed all weapons from his person before dinner with Bonnie, of how he had carefully tucked them away in his drawer and promised himself to never let her see them again, they all flew back to him. He felt himself gasp in horror at this realization as the massive man bore down on him - he felt himself flying back when the heavy fist slammed into his stomach. He hit the brick wall behind him with a sickening thud and slid to the ground, amid the trash and scattering mice.
Bonnie was still crouching behind a few tightly stuffed bags of garbage, watching silent with wide, hazel eyes. A glimpse of her told him she was too afraid to move, much less scream.
He dragged himself back up, eye narrowed in rage, and let his arms hang loosely at his sides until he squared his shoulders and tightened his muscles and swung them up again, clenching his hands into fists. "Not this time," he vowed, springing forward like a cat and launching into the air, bringing his left leg up in a swift quick across the man's jaw. It was a powerful blow that twisted his head violently to the side and against the side of the building. Blood was smeared across the brick as he dropped silently to the ground.
The other two men looked surprised but not too concerned. Another one simply stepped forward. Farfarllo gritted his teeth in aggravation and rushed forward, forever agile, only to be hit again. He was sent sprawling back, crashing into the wall, but it seemed to throw him back as he bounced off and landed about a yard around in a crouched position, knees bent, fingers splayed to press into the ground. He growled. Primal.
"Farfarello..." It was a small voice, really - a soft, pitiful little whimper from behind the trash cans. Bonnie had gathered up the courage to peek out from behind them and was looking teary-eyed in his direction, trembling, looking ready to have a heart attack at any given moment.
He grunted in reply - didn't need a distraction at the moment - and slowly, gracefully pulled himself up, standing casually there. He felt no pain, although his arms were scraped and his face was bruised and his lower lip was busted, blood trickling down his cheek. Rather, he smiled, lifted a hand, and waggled his fingers to beckon for the man to attack again.
The racist assailant accepted the challenge, swaggering forward and drawing back a fist. Farfarello leaned to the side to dodge the hit, and then returned one of his own, though the man was barely dazed. He stumbled back a little, glaring at Farfarello, and then staggered forward to hit him again.
Just as Farfarello was avoiding the attack, however, the third man, who had been standing in the shadows, suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed the back of his neck, violently wrenching him up off the floor and throwing his slighter frame across the alley. Farfarello, although sailing through the air, managed to push his feet off the side wall of a building, glancing off of it and directing himself so that he landed on the other attacker's back, wrapping legs around his waist and hastily placing hands on either side of his head, roughly twisting it too far to the left. It snapped with a brittle crack, and he leapt off the crumpling body and to the ground just as the man dropped like a stone.
Bonnie gasped in horror as the dead body landed only inches away from her hiding spot, his lifeless eyes staring blankly in her direction. She couldn't take her gaze off him until she saw the revolver that had fallen from his coat pocket, lying amid the discarded papers and take out bags by his waist.
The fist man, the one who had passed out upon knocking his head against the wall, awoke without anyone's noticing and, just as Farfarello was darting by, snatched at his ankle and dragged him unceremoniously to the ground. Before the Irishman could recover, he landed a hard blow to his head while his friend kicked Farfarello in the stomach, and although he didn't seem to experience any pain, he did appear unable to rise again. Blood began to flow from his mouth and nose; his hands clawed at the ground as he kicked and writhed, only falling still when he realized a few of his ribs had cracked and one arm was broken.
His screams of anger and hate were loud and hoarse, ringing through the dark, pounding in Bonnie's ears, throbbing in her head. She crawled from her hiding place to better see what was going on and laid eyes upon the albino man, lying curled up in a ball on the ground, the two men towering over him, kicking him in the head, yelling dirty insults at him. And all her fear evolved into anger and concern for Farfarello, who was looking close to passing out, eye bruised so badly it was almost too swollen to open, mouth stained red with a constant river of blood. She looked back to the revolver by the dead man and shakily picked it up, stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, listening to the yelling, the grunting, the dull thuds of hard boots colliding with flesh. She forced herself to look at the gruesome scene of violence and raised the gun and set her finger on the trigger, her hands trembling so hard she couldn't even steady it enough to aim. Somehow, she pulled herself together and pointed at the man closest and fired.
The bullet pierced his back and his scream rang through the dark as his shadowy figure fell away. The other man ceased to move altogether and looked at Bonnie in shock, seeing nothing but a wide-eyed girl who looked more like she was about to faint than do anyone any harm, her hands shaking so bad that the gun was looking to be moving slowly out of her grasp. She opened her mouth to speak, but seemed to freeze, no sound reaching his ears.
Farfarello, barely conscious, rolled his head over to look in her direction, rasping, "Bonnie, shoot him..."
She jerked at his words, and seemed to want to listen even though something held her back.
"BONNIE!" the Irishman screamed, eye wide with panic and desperation. "SHOOT HIM!"
"I - I - I w-will," she whispered, teeth chattering as if in extreme cold. And then, louder, she called out, "Stop it! Get away from him or I will shoot you!" But all the while, the same phrase was running through her head.
~*~I killed someone, I killed someone, I killed someone..."
The man looked unconvinced, but slowly took a step back. Then, he smirked. "You're just a little girl. Do you really think you can shoot me?"
"I shot your slimy friend, didn't I?!" she cried, gripping the revolver firmer in her sweaty hands and fixing it on his darkened form. "You won't kill Farfarello! You won't!" She had held back her tears all this time, but now started to sob. "I want to shoot you! I want to kill you! Get away! Don't touch him again!"
But the man didn't move. He looked a little bit more frightened, but still not believing she could actually hurt him.
"IDIOT!" she cried, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I WILL shoot you if you don't LEAVE!"
If anything, he inched his way back towards Farfarello, who, trying to push himself into a sitting position, whispered, "Shoot now..."
She did. She pulled the trigger and felt her arms jerk back from the impact of the shot and watched as the man cried out and stumbled back. He wasn't going to die from a shot to the arm, she decided, she clenched her jaw and shot him again, this time missing. Frantic, she swung her rigid arms to the left and pressed down on the trigger and saw with a sick satisfaction that the bullet pierced his chest. As he fell to the ground, coughing up blood and rasping almost silent screams, she dropped the gun and surveyed the scene around her, realizing softly, "I killed them..."
She, Bonnie, the goody-two-shoes, the wimp, the pastor's daughter, had just murdered two men.
And she didn't care.
The gun clattered to the floor of the alley as it slipped from her numb fingers. Tears welled up in her eyes, streamed down her dirty cheeks, and trickled in sticky paths down her neck. She opened her mouth to call out to Farfarello, who had fallen eerily still on the ground, lying in a crumpled heap, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak of sob.
His one golden eye slowly opened, only a slit of honey, and rolled over to her direction. Other than that, nothing about him seemed to change or move or show any signs of life.
Even though her feet had been previously cemented to the ground, or so it had felt, she then broke loose and ran to him, dropping to her knees beside his fallen form and gathering his heavy body up in her arms. She pulled his upper body up into her lap and hugged him tight, making sure to cup a hand around the back of his head and hold it gently to her chest. "Don't die, Farfarello...." she begged in a whisper.
The golden eye gazed up at her and the bruised lips parted to mouth words she could not understand.
She started to cry all over again, holding him perhaps too tightly and rocking back and forth. "Just hold on!" she sobbed, and then in a hoarse cry, "Just hold on..."
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They had come and lifted his heavy body out of her arms. She supposed it was just a little reminding of the time they had taken her from him when she had been shot. How he had run into the hospital and into the waiting room, carrying her to the front desk silently and then demanding a doctor. She remembered the feeling of him reluctantly releasing her as they lowered her down onto the rolling bed.
This had been a little like that. Except they were in a dark alley, Farfarello was near dead, and there was an ambulance and three dead bodies around them. The paramedics asked her how the men had died.
"I shot them," she said quietly. "I killed them because they were trying to kill him." A pause. "It was self defense."
And where did she get the gun?
"From one of the men. He dropped it."
They told her it was ok, that the men had records.
"It's not ok," she muttered. "It's my fault."
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At the hospital, Schuldig, Brad, Nagi, and Omi were the only ones to show up. Aya didn't feel too attached or responsible for Farfarello and had very little concern for him, and Ken didn't find the occasion dire enough to break his date with Mikazuki. Bonnie was in such a state of hysteria that when she heard their opinions she called them up screaming about how heartless they were, vowing her hate to them. Aya didn't try to reason with her, stating blandly, "You're just upset and stressed," and Ken had stuttered and tried to apologize but had never been able to get a word in edgewise before she angrily hung up on him. Then, stomping back to the couch in the waiting room, where Brad and Schuldig were sitting, she burst into tears once more and threw herself blindly towards one of them.
Schuldig was the one to catch the emotional girl, and instead of pushing her away, held her close in his arms and gently stroked his fingers through her hair while Brad straightened his tie in relief and looked on in amazement. Nagi's mouth remained in a thin, expressionless line though his eyes were wide.
~*~You're not pushing her away,~*~ he mentally said to the German.
Blue eyes glanced his way, a smirk curving Schuldig's lips. Fiery hair framed his long, tan face. ~*~I'm not quite my old self anymore, am I?~*~
~*~I don't get how that happened.~*~
Schuldig narrowed his eyes, staring down at Bonnie's head of tousled curls as if in contemplation. A shadow of sorrow passed over his features as he replied in almost a mental whisper, ~*~You know how Bonnie says that every time you sleep with someone you're not married to you give a little bit of yourself away? Well, I've given so much of myself away I don't know the identity of the person who is left...~*~
Nagi frowned, glancing away.
Schuldig continued to try to soothe the sobbing girl, actually succeeding in getting her to quiet to just sniffles and tears, and the group sat in semi-silence, looking at the glaring white walls all around them. After a while, Brad slowly rose, walked through the swinging doors to consult a nurse, and did not return.
Omi scooted closer to Bonnie, saying cheerfully, "Farfarello has lived through worse! He'll make it through this!"
"But I killed those men..."
"It was necessary," Schuldig snorted.
Silence.
The doors swung open again and Brad grimly walked out. He paused before them, opened his mouth hesitantly, and then glanced away, sighing.
Schuldig searched his ex-leader's face and prodded at his mind, but Brad's shields were up tight. Still, the look on the man's face told him everything. "He...Farfarello is dead...isn't he?" whispered Schuldig, horrified.
Bonnie turned on him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "STOP IT!" she screamed, pounding her fists against his chest and causing him to gasp in pain. "IT'S NOT FUNNY! YOUR SICK JOKES AREN'T FUNNY!"
"Bonnie," Brad said calmly, putting his hands on her shoulders to pull her gently away from Schuldig as she tried to inflict as much damage as possible. "Bonnie, this isn't a joke. I'm sorry. He's gone."
"NO!" she shrieked, pulling out of his grasp. Stumbling back, she sobbed and cried out, "Let me see him! I want to see him!"
"Bonnie!"
She turned to see her mother and father running towards her, both looking concerned, and then threw herself into her mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "He's not dead!" she cried. "They're lying to me, mama! Tell them to let me see him! He can't be dead!"
"Shh, hush, Bonnie, it's ok, it's ok..."
"NO! He's not dead!" She let out a shaky breath, and then, slowly, "If he was dead, I would know it... But it feels like he is alive!"
Crawford stepped up and looked at her parents earnestly. "Bonnie has had a rough night. Farfarello saved her life and, well...died doing it. Perhaps she should go home and rest."
"Yes," agreed her father, looking tired and worn, and still ignoring her protests, they took her away.
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Review! Another chapter - the last one, I think - coming soon!!
Ok, everyone, sorry if this chapter has a lot of typos, I'm hoping it doesn't, but I have to update this when the Internet is working, and well, the Internet is working, but I don't know for how long!
Angry Blood Sister: Aw, thanks for your review! And don't worry, those guys get what they have coming ^.~
Allegra Monet: Thank you for the compliment! I'm sorry it took me so long to update!
Misrua: lol I didn't mean to traumatize anyone about Yohji's hair! But I'm glad I could ease your troubled mine with one simple little line ^.^
Coppelia: Oh, good, thank you for forgiving me. *smiles brightly*
Kamazova: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long! I've had a lot to do and plus my computer's Internet is messed up, so yeah. And oh, don't worry about the end of this chapter! I did work something out for you!
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Farfarello watched languidly as the first man sprung into action, rushing towards him, and then reached down to pull out his knife, only to discover, much to his shock, that he had not brought one. Much too late, the memories of how he had removed all weapons from his person before dinner with Bonnie, of how he had carefully tucked them away in his drawer and promised himself to never let her see them again, they all flew back to him. He felt himself gasp in horror at this realization as the massive man bore down on him - he felt himself flying back when the heavy fist slammed into his stomach. He hit the brick wall behind him with a sickening thud and slid to the ground, amid the trash and scattering mice.
Bonnie was still crouching behind a few tightly stuffed bags of garbage, watching silent with wide, hazel eyes. A glimpse of her told him she was too afraid to move, much less scream.
He dragged himself back up, eye narrowed in rage, and let his arms hang loosely at his sides until he squared his shoulders and tightened his muscles and swung them up again, clenching his hands into fists. "Not this time," he vowed, springing forward like a cat and launching into the air, bringing his left leg up in a swift quick across the man's jaw. It was a powerful blow that twisted his head violently to the side and against the side of the building. Blood was smeared across the brick as he dropped silently to the ground.
The other two men looked surprised but not too concerned. Another one simply stepped forward. Farfarllo gritted his teeth in aggravation and rushed forward, forever agile, only to be hit again. He was sent sprawling back, crashing into the wall, but it seemed to throw him back as he bounced off and landed about a yard around in a crouched position, knees bent, fingers splayed to press into the ground. He growled. Primal.
"Farfarello..." It was a small voice, really - a soft, pitiful little whimper from behind the trash cans. Bonnie had gathered up the courage to peek out from behind them and was looking teary-eyed in his direction, trembling, looking ready to have a heart attack at any given moment.
He grunted in reply - didn't need a distraction at the moment - and slowly, gracefully pulled himself up, standing casually there. He felt no pain, although his arms were scraped and his face was bruised and his lower lip was busted, blood trickling down his cheek. Rather, he smiled, lifted a hand, and waggled his fingers to beckon for the man to attack again.
The racist assailant accepted the challenge, swaggering forward and drawing back a fist. Farfarello leaned to the side to dodge the hit, and then returned one of his own, though the man was barely dazed. He stumbled back a little, glaring at Farfarello, and then staggered forward to hit him again.
Just as Farfarello was avoiding the attack, however, the third man, who had been standing in the shadows, suddenly appeared behind him and grabbed the back of his neck, violently wrenching him up off the floor and throwing his slighter frame across the alley. Farfarello, although sailing through the air, managed to push his feet off the side wall of a building, glancing off of it and directing himself so that he landed on the other attacker's back, wrapping legs around his waist and hastily placing hands on either side of his head, roughly twisting it too far to the left. It snapped with a brittle crack, and he leapt off the crumpling body and to the ground just as the man dropped like a stone.
Bonnie gasped in horror as the dead body landed only inches away from her hiding spot, his lifeless eyes staring blankly in her direction. She couldn't take her gaze off him until she saw the revolver that had fallen from his coat pocket, lying amid the discarded papers and take out bags by his waist.
The fist man, the one who had passed out upon knocking his head against the wall, awoke without anyone's noticing and, just as Farfarello was darting by, snatched at his ankle and dragged him unceremoniously to the ground. Before the Irishman could recover, he landed a hard blow to his head while his friend kicked Farfarello in the stomach, and although he didn't seem to experience any pain, he did appear unable to rise again. Blood began to flow from his mouth and nose; his hands clawed at the ground as he kicked and writhed, only falling still when he realized a few of his ribs had cracked and one arm was broken.
His screams of anger and hate were loud and hoarse, ringing through the dark, pounding in Bonnie's ears, throbbing in her head. She crawled from her hiding place to better see what was going on and laid eyes upon the albino man, lying curled up in a ball on the ground, the two men towering over him, kicking him in the head, yelling dirty insults at him. And all her fear evolved into anger and concern for Farfarello, who was looking close to passing out, eye bruised so badly it was almost too swollen to open, mouth stained red with a constant river of blood. She looked back to the revolver by the dead man and shakily picked it up, stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, listening to the yelling, the grunting, the dull thuds of hard boots colliding with flesh. She forced herself to look at the gruesome scene of violence and raised the gun and set her finger on the trigger, her hands trembling so hard she couldn't even steady it enough to aim. Somehow, she pulled herself together and pointed at the man closest and fired.
The bullet pierced his back and his scream rang through the dark as his shadowy figure fell away. The other man ceased to move altogether and looked at Bonnie in shock, seeing nothing but a wide-eyed girl who looked more like she was about to faint than do anyone any harm, her hands shaking so bad that the gun was looking to be moving slowly out of her grasp. She opened her mouth to speak, but seemed to freeze, no sound reaching his ears.
Farfarello, barely conscious, rolled his head over to look in her direction, rasping, "Bonnie, shoot him..."
She jerked at his words, and seemed to want to listen even though something held her back.
"BONNIE!" the Irishman screamed, eye wide with panic and desperation. "SHOOT HIM!"
"I - I - I w-will," she whispered, teeth chattering as if in extreme cold. And then, louder, she called out, "Stop it! Get away from him or I will shoot you!" But all the while, the same phrase was running through her head.
~*~I killed someone, I killed someone, I killed someone..."
The man looked unconvinced, but slowly took a step back. Then, he smirked. "You're just a little girl. Do you really think you can shoot me?"
"I shot your slimy friend, didn't I?!" she cried, gripping the revolver firmer in her sweaty hands and fixing it on his darkened form. "You won't kill Farfarello! You won't!" She had held back her tears all this time, but now started to sob. "I want to shoot you! I want to kill you! Get away! Don't touch him again!"
But the man didn't move. He looked a little bit more frightened, but still not believing she could actually hurt him.
"IDIOT!" she cried, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I WILL shoot you if you don't LEAVE!"
If anything, he inched his way back towards Farfarello, who, trying to push himself into a sitting position, whispered, "Shoot now..."
She did. She pulled the trigger and felt her arms jerk back from the impact of the shot and watched as the man cried out and stumbled back. He wasn't going to die from a shot to the arm, she decided, she clenched her jaw and shot him again, this time missing. Frantic, she swung her rigid arms to the left and pressed down on the trigger and saw with a sick satisfaction that the bullet pierced his chest. As he fell to the ground, coughing up blood and rasping almost silent screams, she dropped the gun and surveyed the scene around her, realizing softly, "I killed them..."
She, Bonnie, the goody-two-shoes, the wimp, the pastor's daughter, had just murdered two men.
And she didn't care.
The gun clattered to the floor of the alley as it slipped from her numb fingers. Tears welled up in her eyes, streamed down her dirty cheeks, and trickled in sticky paths down her neck. She opened her mouth to call out to Farfarello, who had fallen eerily still on the ground, lying in a crumpled heap, but all that came out was a pathetic squeak of sob.
His one golden eye slowly opened, only a slit of honey, and rolled over to her direction. Other than that, nothing about him seemed to change or move or show any signs of life.
Even though her feet had been previously cemented to the ground, or so it had felt, she then broke loose and ran to him, dropping to her knees beside his fallen form and gathering his heavy body up in her arms. She pulled his upper body up into her lap and hugged him tight, making sure to cup a hand around the back of his head and hold it gently to her chest. "Don't die, Farfarello...." she begged in a whisper.
The golden eye gazed up at her and the bruised lips parted to mouth words she could not understand.
She started to cry all over again, holding him perhaps too tightly and rocking back and forth. "Just hold on!" she sobbed, and then in a hoarse cry, "Just hold on..."
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They had come and lifted his heavy body out of her arms. She supposed it was just a little reminding of the time they had taken her from him when she had been shot. How he had run into the hospital and into the waiting room, carrying her to the front desk silently and then demanding a doctor. She remembered the feeling of him reluctantly releasing her as they lowered her down onto the rolling bed.
This had been a little like that. Except they were in a dark alley, Farfarello was near dead, and there was an ambulance and three dead bodies around them. The paramedics asked her how the men had died.
"I shot them," she said quietly. "I killed them because they were trying to kill him." A pause. "It was self defense."
And where did she get the gun?
"From one of the men. He dropped it."
They told her it was ok, that the men had records.
"It's not ok," she muttered. "It's my fault."
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At the hospital, Schuldig, Brad, Nagi, and Omi were the only ones to show up. Aya didn't feel too attached or responsible for Farfarello and had very little concern for him, and Ken didn't find the occasion dire enough to break his date with Mikazuki. Bonnie was in such a state of hysteria that when she heard their opinions she called them up screaming about how heartless they were, vowing her hate to them. Aya didn't try to reason with her, stating blandly, "You're just upset and stressed," and Ken had stuttered and tried to apologize but had never been able to get a word in edgewise before she angrily hung up on him. Then, stomping back to the couch in the waiting room, where Brad and Schuldig were sitting, she burst into tears once more and threw herself blindly towards one of them.
Schuldig was the one to catch the emotional girl, and instead of pushing her away, held her close in his arms and gently stroked his fingers through her hair while Brad straightened his tie in relief and looked on in amazement. Nagi's mouth remained in a thin, expressionless line though his eyes were wide.
~*~You're not pushing her away,~*~ he mentally said to the German.
Blue eyes glanced his way, a smirk curving Schuldig's lips. Fiery hair framed his long, tan face. ~*~I'm not quite my old self anymore, am I?~*~
~*~I don't get how that happened.~*~
Schuldig narrowed his eyes, staring down at Bonnie's head of tousled curls as if in contemplation. A shadow of sorrow passed over his features as he replied in almost a mental whisper, ~*~You know how Bonnie says that every time you sleep with someone you're not married to you give a little bit of yourself away? Well, I've given so much of myself away I don't know the identity of the person who is left...~*~
Nagi frowned, glancing away.
Schuldig continued to try to soothe the sobbing girl, actually succeeding in getting her to quiet to just sniffles and tears, and the group sat in semi-silence, looking at the glaring white walls all around them. After a while, Brad slowly rose, walked through the swinging doors to consult a nurse, and did not return.
Omi scooted closer to Bonnie, saying cheerfully, "Farfarello has lived through worse! He'll make it through this!"
"But I killed those men..."
"It was necessary," Schuldig snorted.
Silence.
The doors swung open again and Brad grimly walked out. He paused before them, opened his mouth hesitantly, and then glanced away, sighing.
Schuldig searched his ex-leader's face and prodded at his mind, but Brad's shields were up tight. Still, the look on the man's face told him everything. "He...Farfarello is dead...isn't he?" whispered Schuldig, horrified.
Bonnie turned on him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "STOP IT!" she screamed, pounding her fists against his chest and causing him to gasp in pain. "IT'S NOT FUNNY! YOUR SICK JOKES AREN'T FUNNY!"
"Bonnie," Brad said calmly, putting his hands on her shoulders to pull her gently away from Schuldig as she tried to inflict as much damage as possible. "Bonnie, this isn't a joke. I'm sorry. He's gone."
"NO!" she shrieked, pulling out of his grasp. Stumbling back, she sobbed and cried out, "Let me see him! I want to see him!"
"Bonnie!"
She turned to see her mother and father running towards her, both looking concerned, and then threw herself into her mother's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "He's not dead!" she cried. "They're lying to me, mama! Tell them to let me see him! He can't be dead!"
"Shh, hush, Bonnie, it's ok, it's ok..."
"NO! He's not dead!" She let out a shaky breath, and then, slowly, "If he was dead, I would know it... But it feels like he is alive!"
Crawford stepped up and looked at her parents earnestly. "Bonnie has had a rough night. Farfarello saved her life and, well...died doing it. Perhaps she should go home and rest."
"Yes," agreed her father, looking tired and worn, and still ignoring her protests, they took her away.
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Review! Another chapter - the last one, I think - coming soon!!