[Nancy's Death Scene , Written as Nancy In The 21st Century]
I woke to Bill's gang, gathering around my body, grinning as if I was some object. When I tilt back, I can see Bill's Face covered in a black, silk handkerchief with his eyes staring directly through me. I'm frozen. Fagin's smile broadens as he uncovers two guns from the hidden box under my feet. I wait for Bill or anyone to say something-what was happening?, was I going to die?, although what had I done to be put into this situation after all?- but he says nothing, just continues to load the two guns before me. I try to stand up but I realised my legs are chained to the seat. My heart thumps harder and harder for every second nearer to my death. Is there silence because no body knows what to say or is it because they want me to listen to the very last moments of my life?
"Any last," Bill says, "words?"
I raise my hands to my head and bury my face in them. As the moments pass, I get more nervous, I have to wipe away my tears every few seconds as they swim across my beaten face. I slowly inhale to prepare myself for what's to come.
Then the gun fires...
