You look into the mirror, starting to get deja vu from the day of your death.
It was similar to this. You were sitting at your vanity, gazing into your looking-glass as you presented yourself to look perfect, not to bring disappointment to the (L/N) name.
Your father was having another one of his rage episodes, beating and scolding you. Little did you know, that this episode was soon to twist into a gruesome and bloody death.
The death of you.
Oh, you remembered it perfectly.
What you were wearing, what day it was, who was there, but most importantly...who killed you.
You clenched your jaw at the thought.
"Now isn't the time..." you muttered, tying your (H/L) hair into a tight ponytail.
"Today's the day I must help the princess," you reminded yourself.
You glanced at the Polaroid image of you and Charlie together, taped to the corner of your mirror.
"Tomorrow's is the day we fight for the hotel!" you recalled her saying to you the previous night.
You chuckled. "To honor we'll bring, princess!" you cheered, raising your glass.
"For the hotel!" she agreed, raising hers to meet your own.
And you had every intention to keep that promise. "Anything for you, Charlie," you said.
"(Y/N)?" a voice called, creaking open your door.
You nearly jumped from your seat, turning to see Angel Dust. "Angel, Jesus...don't scare me like that!" you told him sternly.
Now getting a better look at him, you saw he was ready for battle, wearing combat boots, complete with a belt of guns and military hat.
You chuckled. "You look ready," you teased.
Angel chuckled with you. "Hey, you can never be too careful. Are you ready?" he inquired.
You glanced back at your reflection, seeing the determined look on your face.
You looked back to Angel. "Let's kill that son of a bitch," you said.
Angel's face curled into a smirk. He held his hand out for you to take. You jokingly slapped it away, and grabbed your angelic weapon, wiping it down with your handkerchief.
Angel looked over your shoulder, examining himself in the spear's clear reflection.
You were about to tease him, but bit back your insult, knowing it wasn't appropriate to taunt him at a time like this.
"We can do this," he assured you.
"Fuck yeah we can," you smirked. The two of you walked downstairs to meet the rest of the staff.
Arriving down in the bar, you saw that some of them looked nervous. But to your pleasant surprise, most of them looked determined and prepared.
"Are we ready?!" you yelled in encouragement.
The crew looked over their shoulders at you and Angel. "Yeah we are!" Vaggie spoke up.
"Yeah!" the crew yelped in unison.
You laughed. "Husk! A drink! I'd like to make a toast."
"Right away, (Y/N)!" Husk said cheerfully, which was out of the ordinary for him - but a nice change of pace.
He poured you a whiskey and slid it across the counter. Catching it, you raised the glass to your friends.
"Today we fight against Heaven! We fight for freedom and our people. We fight for the hotel! Viva La Morningstar!" you announced.
The hotel chattered amongst themselves in agreement.
You smiled and took a long sip of your drink, slamming it down on the counter.
"Let's do this!" you said, trying not to sound doubtful.
Because you knew, not all of them would come out of that battle alive.
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"(Y/N)!" you heard Vaggie scream.
You whipped your head in her direction. She was halfway in the middle of strangling an Angel. Her hands were tied, but she managed to point to Charlie, who had her back turned to an exterminator, raising a spear to her head.
"Charlie!" you yelled, kicking the Angel to her feet. She tried to stand up, but you pinned her into place, impaling her with your weapon.
She let out an ear-piercing screech, yet you managed to hold your spear in place until her screams died down.
You exhaled and threw her corpse to the ground.
You sighed in relief, relaxing yourself.
"AGHHH!" you screamed, feeling a knife shoot threw your shoulder. All your pain rushed to that area, you felt as if your entire body was on fire.
The knife twisted further into your flesh, the pain was beginning to become too much to handle. Your ears started to ring...
You collapsed.
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A/N: Oh yeah he does ;)
Short chapter today, I have longer ones in the writing department.
So that was the first chapter!! I'm excited to see where this story goes, and as always...
