Vixen sat on the bed of a rented room at Islay, thinking of the day's events...her memories had returned to her, her mind was whole again...the music that had plagued her consciousness since the beginning...remained, but had become ignorable since the day.
After what i've done...how...how can I keep doing this? I...I hurt Bret, I nearly killed Cat...I completely forgot Bret, i shouldn't have...what have I done...
Vixen looked down at the floor, and noticed a slight glint on the ground. Leaning over, she slipped her automatic pistol out from under the bed. It glinted in the sun, augmented by the ice cloud, and painting the room a shade of purple. Vixen looked at it, her hand shaking.
Maybe it'd be best for everyone if I just disappeared...
She pressed the pistol to her head, just on her temple.
I've caused so much pain, theres no way I can come back from this...
She wraps her finger around the trigger, pressing down very lightly.
No redemption anymore...
She pressed the trigger down, the solid *Click* of an empty clip echoing into her room. Hurling the pistol across into the opposite wall, Vixen rested her head in her hands, tears dripping down her cheeks. Sighing, she looked down at her belly.
I can't...won't...do that...Who knows...Ilo may be right...
Smiling at the thought, Vixen lay back in the bed, pulled the blankets up over her, and slowly fell asleep.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.