When the war ended, the Millenium Earl was dead. Allen Walker had managed to survive, albeit with both eyes gouged out. The Black Order retreated, as did the Noah, and all was peaceful.
Perhaps.
No one was expecting Road to go mad.
And no one was expecting her to slaughter her family.
It was almost midnight when Road killed Tricia, long after she tore apart the twins and Lulubell. She had ripped out her mother's flesh with giant sweeps of her shears, cut out her eyes and let down her hair.
When Cyril and Tyki got to her, she was playing dress-up with her mother's corpse.
She did not recognize them.
Tyki remembered only blacking out after Road threw the table at him. He had lost his phasing abilities back when he fought Allen Walker for the last time, and Cyril had lost his strings. How could they defeat her? While Road was no longer The Road, she was still strong, powerful. There was no possibility that they could kill her.
But when he awoke, he saw Cyril, crouched over Road's prone and still body. The shears drip, drip, dripped onto the floor red blood and bits of flesh. Cyril clenching them so hard that his own hands were bleeding.
And Tyki knew.
He knew.
They posed it as an accident. A hit and run, the mother and daughter having gone out for a stroll and never coming back. No one questioned this. No one suspected the truth.
No one else had to know.
No one but them.
And so the truth come out. This is the second to last chapter, guys. D:
Zenophobia: Well, now you know. :( I told you I'm not that merciful. Thank you!
Tsukikkage234: I - I don't think I write THAT well. ./. But thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.