(A/N): When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight.
Just a little insight will make this right
It's too late to fight,
It ends tonight,
It ends tonight...
IT ENDS TONIGHT - Rage
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: DARKNESS
As the sounds of gunshots grew louder, Coraline continued to talk with the man in the cell, the one she had tried to save.
"I don't know what I did to get in this cell," he told her. "One day, I was just here."
"Did you get to say goodbye?" Coraline asked him.
"In a way, yes…" he whispered. "I died to prevent a dictatorship under one man. That could count as 'goodbye', I suppose."
"Now it's a dictatorship run by many," Coraline told him. "Once I saw the pamphlet, I wanted to free you. I wanted to free everyone."
"Go, kid. Be free. Chances are good that your friends are dead by now or soon will be. I'd be fighting with you, but…" he trailed off. "I don't have a way out."
"I want to help you," Coraline told him. "I want to free everyone."
"Then go… get others to fight with you. But until the day you have that help, you can't do any more here."
He passed her the pamphlet through the bars. "You need it more than I do," he told her.
There were footsteps and gunshots rapidly approaching.
"Goodbye," she said to him before running down a hall.
At the end of the hall, she saw a large door, which she opened to find a set of stairs. She began to ascend them, quickly, nearly tripping in a few places. At the end, there was another door, which she opened to find the night sky of stars over the edges of the roof.
Coraline saw an old man on the other side of the roof and walked over to him. His hair was snow-white from age; cracks lined his face from scowling at the sky.
"You know what I learned almost thirty years ago?" the man asked.
Coraline remained silent, as she wasn't sure if he was talking to her. She looked at him quizzically.
"Twenty eight years ago…" he said, "I learned… that muggle weapons… are simple."
He pulled a small revolver out of a deep pocked in his coat and pulled the trigger. The shot hit Coraline in the gut, and she collapsed in pain.
"That'll kill you in an hour or two," he told her, grinning. "If you're lucky, you could die of lead poisoning first, instead of bleeding out.
"But now it's time to tell you only the secrets the dead can know. You'll be dead soon enough, I suppose…
"Do you know my name, child?"
Coraline stared up at him from the place where she had fallen. "No," she told him.
"What if I told you that I was the leader of the world? Would you know it then?" he asked, kicking her. Coraline winced.
"No…" she told him in a pained whisper.
"Interesting…" he said. "My name is Lucius Malfoy. I am the successor to my former Master… and I was successful at his goal."
Coraline knew the man he was talking about. "You worked with Voldemort?"
"Yes, yes," he whispered, looking at his fingers. "Another death to chalk down to his name… and soon I'll get his prize as well."
"If you're going to kill me, I'm going to die free," Coraline whispered, sitting up.
"And why is that?" Lucius asked her, watching her movements with a calculating eye as she sat down on the ledge around the roof.
"I'm going to kill myself first," she told him, falling off the side of the building.
Ten floors.
Twenty floors.
Thirty.
Fifty.
People were beginning to look up at me.
I waited for just the right time before I gathered the air to scream my last words.
"HE'S ALIVE! HARRY JAMES POTTER IS ALIVE!"
The pavement approached…
Darkness.
(A/N): This is the end of our fine little tale -
A tale of dark secrets and celestial mail.
The lies and the truths together in one place,
Have gathered together at the end of the race.
Along the long run, lies and secrets were shared,
Things that were scornful or should not have cared,
Hidden histories had begun to unfold,
And people long passed lived in ages of old.
The dead are long gone, the living still here,
Where will we be when the lost can yet hear?
Know that the days of the comings of date
Are sooner than soon and later than late,
This story has ended, the lies have been told.
Do all truths stay hidden, or are we as bold
As to say that the world could have died and been led
Into a book by a child no older than ten?
The lies and the secrets in this epilogue
Are not quite the end; no, the secret lives in the bog
Of the dead and the living, the darkness and light,
The ones that are living will be dead by the night.
The last chapter has been written, no more time must you wait
To read the whole end of the story too late.
This will be typed up soon, and then the world will say in game
That the Complete sign is added to the end of the name.
Okay, now that that's over with... yep! We only have the epilogue left! Yay! :D It'll be up soon.