The time has come to say goodbye, I'm afraid. I don't know how Darren Shan was going to deal with Cormac, but here's my shot. If you don't like it, tough. Of course, I could always do alternate endings......
To my (only) reviewers:
Jerichoholic-Edgehead- I'm afraid all great stories have to end, and although short, so does this. I thank you for saying you want to take my quiz. (You might be the only one) If you win, I might tell you why I had to end this quickly.....
Epilogue
(This is set a few years after Book Eleven, and Hibernius Tall's death.)
Cormac Limbs looked lost. His eyes were ringed with black, and had bags under them. Ever since Hibernius Tall passed away because of machinegun fire in his chest, Cormac was never the same. He retired from the Cirque, and disappeared from the rest of the world. He lived in the house where his mother had lived, only a few years ago. But to Cormac, it was an eternity.
He was hallucinating. Sometimes he saw his father, smiling and holding his had, other times he saw his mother, hugging him with tears in her eyes. But most of all, he saw Mr. Tall, taking care of him, talking to him, helping him with his problems. But they were all gone. Every one of them had detached themselves from his life. He sometimes heard them laughing too, way up in the heavens.
Rumours were going around about him. He knew that, and he didn't protest. A man looking decades older than he actually was, walking around like a beggar, gibbering and talking to thin air, attracted a lot of attention from the locals. But he didn't mind. He didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to care.
Then, one day, he finally went outright mad. His mother's shotgun was still there, hidden in the shadows behind the back of the cupboard. He had always wondered if he could cut his head off, and then grow it back. And today, he decided, he would test it. So he grabbed the shotgun, and fired it point blank in his face.
He immediately realized he could not grow it back. But by then, he wasn't in the house. He was in a field, with lush green grass, and flowers of all kinds growing. And over there, at the edge of the horizon, were his parents. They were laughing, looking happy, and they were beckoning him over. He started laughing as well, and ran over to where his parents were. A soft, white light, coming from the heavens, surrounded everything. But Mr. Tall wasn't there. Cormac only thought about it for a moment; then it disappeared. Cormac now had no worries, as he skipped with his parents to eternal happiness.
When the police found him, the blood was still gushing from his severed head. His hand still held the shotgun. Parts of his head were found lying around, and they saw that from his lips, he had been smiling at the time. The corpse was buried next to the graves of his parents. On his gravestone, there was a single statement:
He had an amazing skill, but it didn't help him in the end
Indeed. Now, get ready, because it's....... THE 'ALWAYS GROWING BACK' QUIZ! (More information on the page)