Hard Time's

That's My Girl

The white horse trotted into the wedding, on its back the Baroness was perched elegantly and naked. Her long hair was down and assured her modesty was covered. She also wore a fine cloak it debuted her figure perfectly you could almost see through it. However, the cloak was made of shining purple/aqua/silver threads. This meant no matter how naked she was only her figure could truly be defined. The cameras immediately started focusing on her snapping pictures. The flashes only lit up the garment making the Baroness look even more ethereal than ever.Placing one hand on her hip she gestured with the other striking a pose for the photographers. Lilah looked furious at her enemy stealing the spotlight. 'Enough, enough.' she spoke quietly. 'Come let us go to bed.' Jonathan wrapped an arm around her clearly drunk. Lilah shoved him hard into a tower of champagne glasses making everyone turn back to her. 'Enough! This is my wedding! My day! Moreover, the woman is a criminal. Chief do something.' she snarled. The chief nodded and made a signal drawing out the security. 'I wouldn't do that if I were you.' you speak loudly.

"You've been down before

You've been hurt before
You got up before
You'll be good to go, good to go
Destiny said it, you got to get up and get it
Get mad independent and don't you ever forget it
Got some dirt on your shoulder, then let me brush it off for ya
If you're feeling me, put your five high
That's my girlThat's my girl
That's my girl
That's my girl
Get up, what you waiting for?"

Your latex boots click as you approach, you are in a mock-up of the french maids outfit you look even more slutty than the Baroness ever did. But you used to be a stripper you own the outfit with confidence and everyone can see it. You push the wheelchair with John in it as you approach Lilah from behind. All the colour drains out of Lilah's face as she sees you with John, Harold also seeing you takes a few steps back and vanishes into the crowd. 'You-Your supposed to be in Paris.' she stammers. 'I gave you a one-way train ticket.' You give a nasty smile. 'I never made it to the station dear. John, be a love can you tell us who tried to kill you?'

'That would be the imposter pretending to be the Baroness of Hellman Hall.' he points to the bride. 'Lilah stabbed me in cold blood, I can assure you.' There are gasps and more photos are being snapped. 'He's lying obviously that little slapper and her old love interest have paid him off. John, Johnny,' she approaches him. 'Yknow you don't have to lie we can fix this you and I just tell them Victoria did it, tell them,' she then dropped her voice. 'I'll set you up for life, money, cars, whatever you want. We can work this out?' The Baroness sauntered forwards. 'Oh, don't cry.' she crooned sweetly. Lilah snarled up at her. 'I'm not crying you hag!' The Baroness exuded mock sympathy. 'You will.'

Lilah looked like she would cry looking around she ran heading towards Hellman Hall. 'Ladies and Gentlemen I'd like to take now to announce the revival of the House of Baroness. A brand of fashion that encourages us to love our bodies, no matter our shape, our age, our race, or our predilections. I give you, Baroness Von Hellman.' you bow extending your hands to the Baroness. The Baroness raises her eyebrows touched by your speech she hadn't known you prepared one. 'Baroness! Baroness! Is it true this whole escapade was a setup to promote your company? Baroness! Can you define your relationship with (y/n)? Baroness! When will the french maid outfit become available for purchase?' she's swarmed with reporters back at the center of attention where she belongs.

'Ah, Baroness.' the chief of police comes over looking nervous. 'I hope you will accept our sincerest apologies about the misunderstanding, I've sent my guards after the little minx. We will have her in irons in no time.' The Baroness stares at the chief and walks closer a smile spreading over her face. 'Don't worry, I promise you will be hearing from me.' The chief immediately looks worried but he lets out a howl of pain and starts screaming. John has rolled his wheelchair on top of the man's foot, the weight is crushing his toes. 'You're on my foot! You are on my foot you fool!' he howls. John looks up. 'What was that? I didn't hear you?' The chief let out another scream of pain. 'I think you've broken it!' John looks down at the trapped foot. 'Well so I have.' he rolls off it.

The chief immediately clutches his foot hopping in pain. John wheels over his other foot as he approaches the Baroness there is another yell of pain. The Baroness can't help a smirk of pride she inclines her head with gratitude. 'Where is (y/n)?' she asks looking around. 'I think she went after Lilah.' John replies. The Baroness immediately looks worried. 'What?' The guards are roaming all of Hellman Hall you know they won't find her, the Baroness told you. Lilah hides in the walls. 'Where are you, you little bitch.' you hiss under your breath. You spark your lighter to see in the dark. Outside the Baroness feels her heartbeat increase. 'John, I'm going to go after her, something doesn't feel right.' she touches his shoulder.

As you spark the lighter you come face to face with the backup gas tank responsible for ensuring Hellman Hall is warm. You know she's behind you. You quickly turn as the bride swings an axe at you. Diving the axe collides with the tank the gas catches the flame. A few yards from Hellman Hall the Baroness is suddenly thrown back by the force of the explosion. The guests, paparazzi, and John all duck and gasp in shock. Fire billows out of the windows of Hellman Hall.