This is an alternate ending for "The Necklace". Since there is no category for this I'm posting it on with my "Odyssey" ending. Me hope you likey.

Mme. Loisel' POV

"I'll retrace our steps on foot," He said, "To see if I can find it."

I only nodded and stared hard at the floor trying to look upset. When I heard the front door click closed, I raced to the window and waited until my husband was out of sight.

I walked over to our bed and took the necklace out of one of the pale red pillowcases. I smiled and carefully wrapped the necklace in dirty old rag, and placed it in my handbag. I took the two-burgundy suitcases, that I used to move in with Loisel, and began packing. In one, I put in the handbag and other valuables I scavenged around the apartment. In the other, I put all my more acceptable clothing.

With everything I though worthy was packed, I looked out the window. Good, he's not back yet. I descended to the stairs. I paused when I reached the bottom to regain my breath from hauling my luggage. Outside I noticed a black care rolling slowly towards me. I dropped my bags and began to tap my foot in annoyance. As the car finally rolled to a stop in front of me, I began to scold the driver.

Normal POV

"Why are you so late! I've been waiting two whole minutes just so you could-" Mme. Loisel was cut off by the driver's lips over her own.

"So sorry love." He smiled and loaded her things in the trunk.

"We better leave before Loisel comes back." The man nodded; wisps of blonde hair falling into his face.

"Mme." He said as he opened the passenger door.

"Thank you, Lloyd." Mathilde lifted up her gown and stepped into the vehicle. When Lloyd shut the door, he walked over to the driver's side and got in.

"Ready love?"

"Of course."

They drove on until they reached the out skirts of France. The moon had risen in the sky and illuminated the night.

"You are so beautiful, Mathilde." Lloyd said as her opened her door and offered his left hand.

"I know." She replied taking his hand. He spun her around.

"It's such a shame that such beauty be wasted on such an ugly soul." Lloyd responded sinisterly and lowered his head.

"Lloyd?" Mathilde asked with a hint of fear in her voice. "Lloyd." She called again when he did not respond. She did not like to be ignored. "Answer me now, you stupid lobster!" Mathilde was practically shouting. Lloyd slowly raised his head. The moon's light reflecting off his glasses, masking his azure orbs with an eerie orange glow.

"Lloyd, you're scaring me. Stop."

Lloyd reached out and grabbed Mathilde by her neck.

"Lloyd...why?" She managed to breathe out. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Why?" She asked again with the naivety of a child, before she stopped breathing all together. Lloyd released her and let her lifeless body fall limp on the ground. He reached under his chin and pulled off his mask.

"You shouldn't have lied to me, Mathilde." Said M. Loisel. He left her body and went inside his car.

He put in in reverse and drove back home. There he returned everything to its rightful place, and removed his clothes to take a shower. When he laid down on his pale red and beige bed he thought, 'Good times,' and fell into a dreamless sleep.