Post by Shelly on Sept 8, 2008 2:03:04 GMT -5
. . . not. ;D
So, the end.
Thanks for all the support, guys. Post-ASOQE can be very depressing, I'm just thankful I still have ideas!
I worked out the ending ages ago, just getting to it was the problem. But that's solved.
Quigley was preparing for Violet's arrival, setting up their grilled chicken with lemongrass on plates. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Quigley was puzzled. They weren't expecting anyone, and Violet had her keys.
He opened the door, and Fiona stood there, her dress in tatters.
Quigley was unsure of what to do, so he invited her in. She sunk on the couch, bawling her eyes out.
"I was on a date, and he. . .he. . ."
He went to pat her shoulder awkwardly, and she stood up, sinking into his arms. The next thing Quigley knew, she was kissing him.
Violet had not shown him that much affection for a while, and for a second, he did not think, but felt. He then sunk into the kiss, not hearing the door open until it was too late.
Violet had undone her hair and had begun to ruffle it happily, but froze at the sight of the two figures in the lounge. Quigley had shoved Fiona away, but it was too late.
Violet's face suddenly slid into one of horror, and she just fell apart. She groped for the door knob behind her and threw herself out.
Quigley saw Fiona's truimphant, malicious smile as she lay on the floor, the result of Quigley's shove.
"You magoo," he hissed at her before running away, after Violet.
Violet just could believe it. How could he? After everything they have been through?
She was sobbing, running across the street, not watching the road before it was too late.
There was a car in front of her now. In the last second, Violet's expression mirrored the driver's - pure shock. Her calves were hit by the bumper, which sent her flying, hands splayed, into the windscreen. Violet's head came in contact with the car's windshield, shattering it, before rolling off the car's hood onto the road; glittering shards of glass flying everywhere.
The driver braked. His shock faded away, replaced by a sly grin. This was not to plan; not at all. This was much better.
Duncan opened his door and got out, slamming the door and almost wincing at the blood. A roar from the house made him whip his head around.
Quigley had witnessed the whole thing.
"You BASTARD!"
Duncan hurried away on foot. Quigley, glaring after him, ran to Violet's side.
Violet screamed, not only from the physical pain, but from the pain of a lack of sleep for a whole month. She'd been weak, but had scraped it together and gotten enough energy, but this was too much.
Her legs were just indescribleable, agonising pain. She tried to move them, but they were numb. Violet felt the blood trickling down her face and neck, from where she'd hit the windshield.
"VI!" Quigley yelled.
He raced to get help, but Violet screeched. "No!"
He raced back to her, and she whispered,"Stay with me, stay with me. . ."
He grasped her hand, and wiped the blood from her lips, kissing them. "I love you," Violet said jerkily, her breath becoming shallow, her tears mixing with the blood.
"Oh, gawd." Quigley whimpered, his hands on her cheekbones. "Please not now, not now, I'll do anything, just hold on Vi, please hold on. . .I love you Vi. . .I'm sorry. . .I didn't mean to kiss her. . ."
Violet eyes closed, and opened slightly. "I understand."
Her fingers twitched, and her head sunk into the asphalt, eyes closed. One final breath, and then she was still.
Quigley's tears was numerous, and he gritted his teeth in agony. He looked up at the sky above, and could see the sun setting, casting an orange glow in the distance.
"Now you can sleep forever." he whispered, wiping his face with his sleeve.
Reason for Editing: "magoo" = B I T C H
So, the end.
Thanks for all the support, guys. Post-ASOQE can be very depressing, I'm just thankful I still have ideas!
I worked out the ending ages ago, just getting to it was the problem. But that's solved.
Chapter 5
Quigley was preparing for Violet's arrival, setting up their grilled chicken with lemongrass on plates. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Quigley was puzzled. They weren't expecting anyone, and Violet had her keys.
He opened the door, and Fiona stood there, her dress in tatters.
Quigley was unsure of what to do, so he invited her in. She sunk on the couch, bawling her eyes out.
"I was on a date, and he. . .he. . ."
He went to pat her shoulder awkwardly, and she stood up, sinking into his arms. The next thing Quigley knew, she was kissing him.
Violet had not shown him that much affection for a while, and for a second, he did not think, but felt. He then sunk into the kiss, not hearing the door open until it was too late.
Violet had undone her hair and had begun to ruffle it happily, but froze at the sight of the two figures in the lounge. Quigley had shoved Fiona away, but it was too late.
Violet's face suddenly slid into one of horror, and she just fell apart. She groped for the door knob behind her and threw herself out.
Quigley saw Fiona's truimphant, malicious smile as she lay on the floor, the result of Quigley's shove.
"You magoo," he hissed at her before running away, after Violet.
Violet just could believe it. How could he? After everything they have been through?
She was sobbing, running across the street, not watching the road before it was too late.
There was a car in front of her now. In the last second, Violet's expression mirrored the driver's - pure shock. Her calves were hit by the bumper, which sent her flying, hands splayed, into the windscreen. Violet's head came in contact with the car's windshield, shattering it, before rolling off the car's hood onto the road; glittering shards of glass flying everywhere.
The driver braked. His shock faded away, replaced by a sly grin. This was not to plan; not at all. This was much better.
Duncan opened his door and got out, slamming the door and almost wincing at the blood. A roar from the house made him whip his head around.
Quigley had witnessed the whole thing.
"You BASTARD!"
Duncan hurried away on foot. Quigley, glaring after him, ran to Violet's side.
Violet screamed, not only from the physical pain, but from the pain of a lack of sleep for a whole month. She'd been weak, but had scraped it together and gotten enough energy, but this was too much.
Her legs were just indescribleable, agonising pain. She tried to move them, but they were numb. Violet felt the blood trickling down her face and neck, from where she'd hit the windshield.
"VI!" Quigley yelled.
He raced to get help, but Violet screeched. "No!"
He raced back to her, and she whispered,"Stay with me, stay with me. . ."
He grasped her hand, and wiped the blood from her lips, kissing them. "I love you," Violet said jerkily, her breath becoming shallow, her tears mixing with the blood.
"Oh, gawd." Quigley whimpered, his hands on her cheekbones. "Please not now, not now, I'll do anything, just hold on Vi, please hold on. . .I love you Vi. . .I'm sorry. . .I didn't mean to kiss her. . ."
Violet eyes closed, and opened slightly. "I understand."
Her fingers twitched, and her head sunk into the asphalt, eyes closed. One final breath, and then she was still.
Quigley's tears was numerous, and he gritted his teeth in agony. He looked up at the sky above, and could see the sun setting, casting an orange glow in the distance.
"Now you can sleep forever." he whispered, wiping his face with his sleeve.
The End. . .
Reason for Editing: "magoo" = B I T C H
