Belle Of The Gays

The Final Petal

The sound of multiple people pounding against the barricaded doors rang throughout the castle, shaking anything in the entry way. Cogsworth stood on top of the banister, directing everyone and making a plan while Lumiere went up to the West Wing as fast as he could. Adam was their best bet of holding them off, but the candelabra's heart shattered when he saw him curled in a tight ball, the last petal on the rose barely hanging on.

"We're under attack! What are you doing just sitting there? Come on! We need you!"

"Just let them, we'll be stone soon anyways. If they break in, at least they'll know Belle and her Father aren't lunatics." Lumiere sighed, knowing it was useless and impractical to keep pleading with him. He returned back to the others, putting on a stronger face for the rest.

"Is he coming?" Mrs. Potts whispered, and she earned herself a quick shake of the head in return.

"Chip, my dear, why don't you go upstairs with Garderobe." The teacup was very much ready to argue back, but Plumette pushed him in the direction of the stairs. He very sulkily went upstairs, but at least now his Mom would know he was safe.

The pounding on the door then stopped abruptly and was replaced with the sound of an engine revving, and a truck was driven through the centuries old doors. The castle inhabitants turned still, sticking to the plan Cogsworth had created while the humans rushed in.

"Split up and search the castle! But remember! The beast is mine!" Gaston ordered, cocking back his pistol and flipping the safety off.

Most of everyone there didn't actually have weapons with them considering they had left abruptly, but they were equipped with snow brushes and phones to record the entire thing. Gaston only had a pistol with him because he kept it in his glove box for emergency hunting purposes.

"Charge!" The castle inhabitants un-objectified themselves, attacking the humans with everything they had.

Plumette flew up above and dropped pride flags and sheets over the attackers, tangling them up and blinding them temporarily, and Mrs. Potts hung from the chandelier, dumping boiling hot water on them. They were doing their best to hold them off in numerous ways, and it was working for the most part, but the retreat started when Garderobe busted through the floor and started chucking everything in their drawers.

Belle pushed through the mob of people desperately trying to get out, her ballgown ditched in the car and only her petticoat on. In her arrival she happened to notice Adam and Gaston dodging each other on the roof, stone shingles crumbling down.

"Mademoiselle! You're late for the party!"

"Not now, Lumiere!" She ran up the grand stair case and to the West Wing as fast as she could, the sound of a gunshot only pushing her further.

The sight of Adam digging his claws into the roof while he doubled in pain, blood pouring from the bullet wound in his side was enough to freeze her in her place. Gaston hadn't noticed her joining the scene right behind him while he sneered at Adam.

"Give up already! She's mine! Belle sent me here to kill all of you! She was never your friend!" As Gaston attempted to zero in on Adam, Belle twisted the gun from his hand from behind, turning him around so now he was on the other end of the barrel.

"Leave! You're destroying something because you don't understand it!"

"Oh no, I understand enough. This monster took you captive and is trying to hypnotize you! Any of his kind deserve to die!" Belle quickly aimed the gun at his feet, firing and cracking the stone beneath him. The edge he was on crumbled down before he could react, and she threw the gun away from her.

"Come down from there! You're going to fall!" Adam grimaced, leaping from the rooftop and landing on the edge of the balcony. Belle lunged forward and dragged him up onto the balcony, laying him down and going to his side to try and stop the bleeding.

Having heard the commotion, the castle inhabitants who were capable were gathered in the doorway of the balcony, tears slipping from their painted faces as they were on Belle's face. She desperately tried to bundle up fabric, pleading with the others to do something, anything.

"Belle... the rose." Adam grumbled, and she whipped her head around to see the last petal barely even hanging on now.

"No. No no no no no. You guys can't leave me! Please! There's got to be something we can do!" Her voice cracked and she crumbled into tears. "It's all my fault it's ending like this. They were going to take away my Dad and- it wasn't supposed to end like this."

"At least we got one last hurrah." Cogsworth smiled, the action stiff as he felt his gears seize up.

"Just knock the petal down, mademoiselle. Quick and painless." She broke down further upon Lumiere's words, having never fully realized how attached she had grown to these people in almost forty-eight hours.

"Please." Recognizing they were even struggling to blink at this point even though the petal hadn't fallen, Belle carefully lifted the glass dome from the rose, her blood coated hands leaving marks on the once clean glass. Without wasting the time to set the dome down, she closed her eyes and blew at the petal.

When she opened her teary eyes the last petal was with the rest on the table, and she was surrounded by stone statues.