A Night Without Gatsby

Chapter 21- Clear Up

Jay and Nick were paralyzed in fear. "... oh god..." Nick quickly got out of the car and ran to Myrtle. He checked for a heartbeat and a pulse. "...... oh my god... sh.... she's dead...." George, snapping out of his daze, ran to them. He held Myrtle close. "O-oh my god... you murdered her..." Nick started to tremble. "S-sir, it was an accident... We're so sorry...."

George glared at them. "Which one of you is named Tom." Gatsby walked out. "I beg your pardon?"

"When she ran out, she was calling out for Tom. Now. Which. One. Of. You. Is. Tom." Nick was confused. He suddenly remembered. The affair. "... none of us are Tom... I'm Nick and... this is Gatsby..." Rose peeked up to see what was happening.

"...." George sobbed as police sirens came from the distance. Gatsby sighed softly. "Let's... lay her down...." George nodded softly as they went inside. Everyone started to gather as police came onto the scene.

"And she just ran out on the street?" "Yessir. We were just driving at speed limit and she just... ran in front of us." Nick explained the whole situation as others comforted George in the best way they could. Rose was hugging him, gently nuzzling him. George gently patted her back as his heart broke even more.

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A sleek 1929 Bugatti type 46 semi-profile coupe creeped its way through the ashes. It's driver noticed the air was thicker and denser, heavier than the past times driving through. They noticed a large crowd at George's workshop. "..." They stopped and parked on the other side, walking towards the depressed scene.

George barely looked up and saw Tom walking towards them. "........" He stood up and was about to get in a fist fight when Gatsby held him back. "Easy there, gent. There's a less bloody way to get revenge..." George wiped tears away and shook his head. "I want to murder him."

Tom looked around. "What happened here?" "Nothing of your concern, Tom." Gatsby kept his posture straight and menacing. Rose hid behind George. Tom rolled his eyes and looked to the body bag. "... Poor thing. Who was it?" George glared daggers into Tom. "My wife."

Nick saw what George was doing. Normally, the man would have kept his mouth shut, but they needed his reaction as a confirmation to officers. Nick laughed sarcastically to himself. 'As if my eyewitness accounts weren't enough.'

"She was calling your name when she ran out into the street... you got her that necklace she wears on her cold dead neck now!!" Goerge was close to ripping Tom apart.

Tom ran to the body bag, seeing Myrtle's cold, limp body. Her face was super pale, and splattered with blood. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes. George, filled with rage, took a pistol from a nearby cop. "GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!!!" Pedestrians and citizens panicked and ran away.

Nick watched as cops tried to calm George, terrified. "Rose! Get under the desk!!" Rose did as told. Nick held her close. Gatsby was trying to hold George back. "Old sport!! Don't--" George pointed the gun to Gatsby and fired. Gatsby collapsed to the ground.

Everything fell silent to Nick as he watched his lover collapse to the floor, limp.

All of it had happened so fast...

{Author's Note: Yeah, short, I know, but this was the best I could do... Sorry... Anyways, see you later marshy mallows.}