Two gunshots ring through the air, and Betty's heart drops.
"Mom!" Betty shouts as she keeps running up the stairs, heart pounding.
She opens the door to see Edgar's limp body on the stairs of a platform, and her mother holding a gun with shaking hands.
"Mom, what happened?" Betty's eyebrows furrow.
"Edgar ascended." She chokes out, suddenly feeling winded.
She drops the gun to the ground and slowly turns around to meet Betty's eyes. She feels a sharp pain in her left abdomen and goes to put pressure on it, but is met with a wetness. Both her and Betty's eyes drift down together to reveal a gun shot wound.
"Mom?" Betty whispers in shock.
Alice's breathing picks up as she looks at her blood covered hand. She starts falling to the ground, but her daughter catches her and they go down together.
Alice could no longer hold her tears. She was going to die, this was it. She had driven everyone away, she was miserable, and now she was dying miserable.
"I'm so sorry honey." Alice sobs, caressing her daughters cheek.
"It's okay, it's okay mom." Betty softly cries, putting pressure on her mother's wound.
"I love you so much, Elizabeth." She breaths out, wiping her daughters tears.
"I love you too, mom." She cries.
The door suddenly swings open, a worried FP in his sheriffs uniform came running in. His eyes immediately landed on Alice on the ground, wrapped up in Betty's arms.
"Oh my god." He breaths out.
He runs over to them, kneeling down to try and help. He knew they needed an ambulance, and they needed Charles.
"B-Betty go get Charles, tell him to call an ambulance now! I'll take care of her, just hurry." He mutters, eyes glued to Alice who hadn't really acknowledged him yet.
Betty nods, maneuvering her mother into FP's arms who cradled her close and put pressure back on her wound. The thought of loosing her terrified him, he didn't know what else to do.
"FP?" Her voice is quiet.
"Yeah, Al?" He answers, tears threatening to spill.
"Did-did you meet him?" She clutches onto his arm.
"Charles? Yeah, yeah I met him." He nods.
She smiles weakly. "That's our boy."
He lets his first tear fall. "Yeah, that's our boy."
Her breathing quickens again as she looks at him, overwhelmed with guilt for not telling him, but also with hurt from that night in his office. Nonetheless, she didn't want to die knowing she didn't apologize.
"I'm so sorry, FP." She cries, pulling him closer by his collar with all of the strength she had left.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for, okay? I'm the one who's sorry." He shakes his head.
She inhaled deeply, sending her into a coughing fit. She starts coughing up blood, making both of them equally as petrified. He wipes the blood from her chin with a trembling hand as she whimpers.
"FP, promise you'll take care of Betty and Charles?" She pleads with him, eyes fluttering.
"I'm not promising that because you aren't going anywhere. You're going to be okay." He gives her a reassuring sad smile as he tried to believe that himself.
