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…“That’s NOT what she SAID!” Denver spits as she thrusts herself to her feet and digs a pointed finger into Howard’s bare chest. “She said SHE was SCARED of something, o-o-of someone. WAS IT YOU?” she sneers as she digs her finger in deeper, breaking the skin with the sharp end of her fingernail.

Howard’s face screws up and he shoves her away from him, and he clumsily attempts to get back to his feet only to find the worlds surface swaying to and fro before him, and stumbles back into his seat with a pale, groggy complexion.

“I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I…” he murmurs, as he tries to focus his words and vison. “I-I-I, I LOVED HER!” he spits with volatile desperation. “I-I-I, I D-D-DID E-E-EVERYTHING T-T-TO SAVE HER!”

“LIAR!” she seethes through clenched teeth.

“I-I-I, I d-d-did everything I-I-I could, I-I tried to s-s-save her,” he sobs softly before Denver grabs him by the hair and pulls his head back, snarling like a wild animal as she raises the blade of her knife high into the air.

“Obviously you didn’t TRY enough, did you?”…

….Jarrod twists his nose and lets out a primeval growl from somewhere within his failing form. “YOU THINK THIS WILL BE THE END! YOU THINK KILLING ME WILL WIN YOUR PETTY LITTLE WAR!” he spits through bloody teeth.

“Of course I do, otherwise my actions would be concentrated elsewhere.” Dulvault replies flippantly, his words felling like the blade of another knife stabbing Jarrod through the stomach, as the many real knives had done moments ago. “You are THEIR leader, you are their KING, and without you they are cattle without a pasture. Can you not see that the war will be won with your death? For I will be the victor, I will be that pasture, I will be their NEW king.” he says proudly while strutting around the weaking Jarrod as he falls to his knees, his eyes staring off into the wilderness before him with no focused point.

“T-T-They won’t accept y-y-you. T-T-They will f-f-fight. S-S-She w-w-will s-s-stop you.” he stammers softly.

Dulvault’s smile widens, “Your whore is no more, find comfort in her arms on the other side,” he spits as he slices the blade of his sword across Jarrod’s throat, severing it from his body….

…The skies darkened to a shade of red that the sky had never shone before, and the haggard form of William cackles heartedly.

“Leave it to me, saving the world is what I do best he said. Stand back and watch me do what you never could.” he snarls before spitting a wad of bloody mucus to the ground before them. “Look at what your FUCKING champion has done. Look at the MONSTER who hid beneath the cowl. Look at your HERO and see the true VILLAIN he is!”

“H-H-He, he tried t-t-to save u-us. H-H-He tried t-t-t….”

“HE TIRED NOTHING! HE ACHIEVED! HE ASCENDED, WHILE LEAVING YOU ALL HERE TO ROT WITH THIS WORLD YOU’RE TRYING SO HARD TO PROTECT! OPEN YOUR EYES BEFORE IT’S TO LATE! SAVE WHAT’S LEFT TO SAVE!”

“H-H-How can we do that? H-H-How can w-we stop h-him?” Savannah says with trembling lips as she thrusts a pointed hand up into the sky, towards where Gunther floats menacingly above.

A wicked grin casts itself across William’s bloody mouth. “Who said anything about stopping him?”…

…“NOW, after all this, I give you something special,” Damien says with a wry smile upon his lips, as he looks out over the crowd of stunned onlookers. “I GIVE YOU IGNORANCE TO THE RULE SET FORTH BY HE WHO THOUGHT HE COMMANDED THE VERY SUN ITSELF! I GIVE YOU LIFE!” he spits as he turns back to the pale, blood drench corpse of Rosie, and watches with long lost, eager eyes.

For many silent minutes, the only movement that greets their eyes is the gently dripping of blood. Then the very air itself is electrified with some unseen force and gasps of horror break out across the small crowd, as the pool of blood that has grown beneath her begins to be drawn back in.

“Amazing to watch, isn’t it?” he quips with trembling lips as he looks nervously out across the hushed sea of faces as they stare on in dumbfounded silence.

Further cries of terror scream out as like a distorted animation, Rosie creaks and cracks her way to her feet, while the gaping hole that was tore in her belly heals itself before their eyes.

“WHO WISHES TO BE NEXT!” Damien bellows as he steps proudly in front of Rosie, holding out a bottle of fluorescent blue liquid. “WHO WANTS TO BREAK THE LORDS RULES!”…

….He clenches his bloody hands into weakly bound fists and sneers with a renewed sense of purpose before he thrusts himself proudly to his feet.

“You’ll have to go through me, for I will not allow it!” he hisses through broken jaw.

“I thought we already had,” Sophia purrs cheekily.

“LUCK AND NOTHING MORE! BEST ME AGAIN, I DARE YOU!” he fires back quickly.

“Dare me? How about how DARE YOU!” she spits with a venomous bite. “Once would be luck, twice would be plausible at best, but thrice or more would have more to do with failure of self than it would with luck.”

“I-I-I,” he stammers through trembling lips as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow.

“YOU are NOTHING! YOU are FICTION! YOU are in MY way!” she growls with a temper growing in warmth. “NOW! Stand aside, or DIE!”

He swallows a dry mouthful of air and tightens his fists once more. “Then I guess today is as good a day as any to die,” he says as a smile cuts its way across his bloody lips….

….“We here all know who is truly at fault, from the start of the day, to what is now the end. When you look around, you see all the points that HE fractured with the very thrusting of his hands. You see, with eyes open, while HE travelled with eyes closed not only to himself, but to us as well. BUT I SEE! I SEE HIM FOR WHO HE TRULY IS, AND WHAT HE HAS TRULY DONE!” Reginald cries as he thrust a pointed finger towards the gagged and bound Clive while Maria, Sally and Wendy watch on in silent terror.

“He was a wicked man, who played you all for fools,” the pale tall man whispers in Reginald’s ear, while a wicked grin slides across his lips.

“HE WAS A WICKED MAN, WHO PLAYED US ALL FOR FOOLS!” Reginald bellows as his eyes grow wide with venomous rage as he thrust a hand in the air, proudly displaying a ten-inch broad bladed knife. “BUT WE ARE FOOLS NO MORE, FOR TONIGHT WE SHALL CUT THE ROT FROM THIS EARTH!”…

…He looked down at the sea of red that quickly grew beneath him and allowed a muffled laugh to escape his lips before he cast his gaze back up towards her.

“You s-s-s-see, I know s-s-s-s-something y-y-you will n-n-never know,” he stammers weakly through strained lips.

“Well,” she purrs with a graceful pirouette as she dances around the room. “I know your time is done, and my time about to begin.”

“Y-Y-Y-YOU TIME I-I-IS A LIE!” he spits with venomous hatred, forcing his haggard form to its feet. “I-I-I, I BUILT T-T-T-THIS FROM T-T-THE GARBAGE MAN L-L-LEFT BEHIND! T-T-THIS I-I-ISN’T M-M-MINE, I-I-IT I-IS ME!” he bellows as he raises his hands into the air and clenches them into tight fists while the ground beneath them.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she scoffs as she comes to a abrupt halt before him, and beheads him with a powerfully quick stroke….

…The door hisses open and Oliver steps out with anxious trepidation, locking eyes with Dylan and Sophie almost instantly.

“A-A-Are you, y-you?” Sophie stammers nervously.

He pats his own chest and smiles, “I-I-I, I think I am.”

“Told you he’d say that,” a voice says from the other side of the room, as Oliver steps out of the shadows and grins broadly. “FUCKING doppelgangers are always saying that shit.”

“W-W-W-Who t-t-the FUCK is t-t-that?” Oliver says with words lost beneath the next, as he points a trembling finger towards the other Oliver.

“Why, I am Oliver DelGan, millionaire playboy and the last living heir to the DelGan family fortune, which includes four syndicate one-thousand companies, twenty-seven yachts, thirteen jets, four islands, and this stunning replica of the golden gun that Christopher Lee used in the Bond film, The Man with The Golden Gun.” Oliver says smugly as he proudly holds out the pistol for all to see.

“B-B-B-But,” Oliver stammers as he looks over to Dylan and Sophie, then back to his doppelganger. “I-I-I, I’m O-Oliver DelG-G-Gan.”

Oliver smiles and shakes his head, “No Oliver, you are not me.” he says as he raises the gun.

“I-I-If, if I’m n-n-not m-m-me, w-w-who am I?”…

….Peter clutches himself tightly as the cold air cuts through him like a knife and he lets out an uncontrollable shiver. “F-F-F-FUCK Y-Y-YOU C-C-C-CONNER!” he stammers as he forces another step forward through the sea of white, pushing his foot though the snow like a shovel instead of stepping through it.

“There you go again, always blaming others for your misfortune,” Sammy says from up ahead.

“N-N-N-No one a-a-asked for y-y-your opinion.”

“No one ever does, that’s why I always give it whenever I can.”

Peter lets out another body wide shiver as a tremor courses through his body like an earthquake while he continues to plow through the snow with each strained step, casting Sammy a glance of warning as he passes him by.

“W-W-Why don’t y-y-y-you g-g-go rot s-s-s-somewhere,” he hisses through trembling lips.

“Already way ahead of you buddy.”

Peter comes to a stop and slowly turns to Sammy, truly noticing him for the first time in hours, or more importantly the lack of clothing. “A-A-A-Aren’t y-y-you cold?” he asks as he stares wide eyed as he looks over the colourful Hawaiian shirt and quarter length shorts that Sammy is wearing.

“Dead cold,” he says with a broad grin as he raises his martini glass and downs its contents….

…“It wasn’t necessary, and you know that! We only needed to scare the marks, not kill them!” Shawn spits through trembling lips.

“Where would scaring them take us?” Jessica purrs playfully as she lifts herself from the floor as if she were a rag doll on strings. “How would the world see us if we just scared those that had wronged us so? What would be the point of living, if we were the joke, and they were the dream?”

“Is that how you see it? Is that how you rationalise this inside that twisted head of yours?”

“I don’t need to rationalise anything, I am simply answering your question. You are the one seeking answers for questions that are just a waste of air.” she quips with furrowed brow.

“I knew this was a waste of time! I knew you’d find a way to manipulate the outcome to benefit you more than anyone else!”

Her smile grows once more, and she casts a smug gaze in Shawn’s direction. “Then it is yourself who should be held to task, not I.”

“A-Are you seriously t-trying to b-blame me f-for ALL this?” he stutters through trembling lips as a sea of sweat cascades down his brow, stinging his eyes like hot pokers. “You yourself just admitted to knowing prior to this all happening that I would do what I have now done, thus knowingly participating in my actions as if they were your own….”

…He stares across the table and lets out a stuttered breath while gently closing his eye. “Let me get this right, so I can make sure WE,” he says as he gestures towards Fabian and himself. “Me and you, are both on the same page. You’re telling me that because you feel you can’t change anything, you don’t want to part of anything.”

“No, I’m not saying that.”

“Okay, well that’s a FUCKING relief,” he says as he leans back in his chair with a broad smile snaking across his lips while his cheeks glow red with the rush of blood that surges into them. “I thought you were gonna FUCKING quit on me MAN!”

“But I am,” Fabian says quickly, which brings Marc’s face back to a pale stony white, and his smile into a downward spiral.

“W-W-W-What? O-O-Over this?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“I-I-I-I, I d-d-d-don’t understand?” Marc stammers as he stares towards Fabian with a glazed covered eyes that blink like the indicator of a car when one of the adjacent lights have blown.

“That’s because you can’t, you never could, and you never will.” Fabian says as he launches himself to his feet. “You see what you see, with the eyes of a man focused on a prize that makes no sense, that has no relation to what he is doing. While I,” he says as he thumps his chest like a overzealous wrestler attempting to intimidate his ring competitor. “I see the stars for ALL their worth. I see their worlds grow and die. I see what you do not. So no, I’m not leaving because of this ONE THING! I’m leaving because of it ALL!”

“I-I-I, I still d-d-don’t understand. W-W-What does the stars have to d-d-do with this?”

“Everything, and nothing…”