Hard Time's

Eleanor Rigby

'Did you really think you'd just ride off into the sunset in your perverted relationship with the dear old baroness?' she half laughs and half chokes. 'Not a chance, because after I kill you I'm gonna kill her so at least you guys will be together.' she reasons and raises the axe. There is a creak and the ceiling above suddenly collapses you start choking harder because of the dust. When the dust clears you see Lilah is trapped under the rubble. You drag yourself into a sitting position. Lilah jolts awake and starts choking she tries a few times to push the rubble off but between the weight and the granite snagged on her wedding gown she can't move. You are both coughing.

Tilting her head she suddenly spots you the flames are flickering around the both of you. It is almost like some bizarre painting of the bride and the stripper sort of a virgin/whore complex if you will. 'Help me, please help me!' she sobs. 'We are friends are we not? I tried to help you.' she chokes. 'I got you a first-class ticket to Paris I wanted you to have a good life. All I ever wanted was what belonged to me.' she keeps trying to push the rubble off of her. You tilt your head watching her pushing yourself with difficulty onto your knees. 'Please.' she cries. Looking down you gently wipe her tears. 'I'm not like you, I'm not a killer.' you whisper. Lilah looks relieved and nods quickly. 'I know, I know, you are better than me I'm sorry.'

You wipe the tears and soot from her face. 'If I was going to kill someone I'd kill them not stand there talking about it.' With difficulty, you hoist yourself up from the ground and struggle with the blood pumping from your leg. Lilah raises her head as much as she can to make eye contact. 'W-what? What are you doing? You can't! You can't leave me! (y/n)!' you leave dragging your leg behind you cursing your choice of footwear. You just always gotta dress to make a scene, don't you? '(Y/N)! (Y/N)!' you don't look back as you leave finding your way back to the main house. Lilah cries putting her head back down in defeat.

"All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people"

Tilting her head to the side the bride notices the fire climbing the wall closest to her catching on an old portrait that had been removed from the walls of Hellman Hall decades ago. Baron Von Hellman. Lilah looked into the eyes of the painting of the cold cruel, wheezily-like man. The painting dropped once then a second time landing on top of the rubble which imprisoned Lilah.

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flashback

'The concept is Lady Godiva, granted you aren't making the same statement but I believe this is a relevant way to present, a woman, in power. Proud of her body, a fashion Queen who can still kill it!' The Baroness listens to your speech her expression remains derisive. '(y/n), I am not riding through Hellman Hall on horseback naked.' she states firmly. 'You wouldn't be naked! We'd style your hair down, to begin with.' The Baroness raises her eyebrows. 'Did I suddenly become that odd little hairy creature from that Gothic tv show and no one told me?' You look confused. 'What? Cousin IT from the Addams Family? Okay so after operation destroy-Lilah we really need to catch you up on pop culture. No, of course not I have a cloak for you too.'

'I'm listening.' The Baroness crosses her legs over. 'But it's see-through, kind of.' you continue and her face drops. 'I'm no longer listening.' You roll your eyes. 'Just, ok, a minute. I'll show you.' You jump up and go grab a sample of the strange material it looks purple/silver/aqua. 'It's more likely to show your silhouette than your actual body.' you explain. The Baroness takes the material and examines it, you are true to your word, and the material gives more of a silhouette. 'How does it react to the flash of a camera?' she looks up at you. 'The light rebounds.' The fashion queen looks curious. 'I've never worked with a material like this before, what did you say it was?' You bite your lip. 'It's not really for fashion...'

'I'm telling you this is the way to reclaim your power. They tried to shame you by using your body. A fool's errand as you have a beautiful body you just need to remind them that you are in control.' The Baroness sits on the sofa with a sigh. 'It'd be the perfect way to make a statement.' you reassure.

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The Baroness enters Hellman Hall trying to keep her mouth covered from the flames with her cloak. Thankfully she's wearing riding boots which are better for climbing through debris than thigh-high stilettos. '(y/n)!, (y/n)!' It's difficult to see everywhere shining with flames, and smoke billowing around her. You make it into Hellman Hall from the secret passage. You can't see the way out you can't see much at all. The fire is crackling loudly all around you and you feel tired again, so tired.'

-The Baroness has dressed in your design a low-cut gorgeous white gown. It's got two golden broaches at her shoulders pinning a billowing white cloak of material behind her. To match this she has gold pins in her hair. She's the goddess Athena and she looks stunning. You open the door dressed in a daring dark snakeskin dress with gold flecks, heavy eye makeup, and your hair in multiple tight braids.-Cruella smiles looking at it and then you. 'I knew you'd see sense.' her smile turns nasty and she cocks the gun pointing it at the Baroness. Before she can fire you shove her hard she goes over the banister but has caught the necklace the baroness gave you - The door closes behind you as you walk out onto the roof wrapped in a long camel-coloured coat. 'Hey.' you greet the Baroness. She stands in a long black coat with a Burberry scarf around her neck holding a glass of wine.- 'Don't you dare get crumbs on me.' she warns. You pout dropping the handful instead selecting a single piece. You toss it at her and she catches it in her mouth anomalistically. You raise your eyebrows. 'Damn.' she smirks.- The driver stamps on the brakes trying to stop the car and the tires let out a loud screech. You grab her mid-dive as you run when you fall to the ground you groan, you used your body as a soft landing to stop her from getting hurt.-

Everywhere around you the fire is blazing you can't even begin to imagine which way to go or which way you even came to begin with. You choke again and slowly sink to your knees lying on the floor. Tears stream down your face.

'(y/n)'

'(Y/N)!'