Pippa was dimly aware of the fact that she was screaming, though most of her was curled up in a ball somewhere, unable to understand what had just happened.
She didn't know how, but she was running at Morgan, snatching up Naomi's dropped knife as she did, still screaming.
Never in her life had she wanted to hurt someone more. In one savage thrust, she wildly stabbed Morgan in the stomach.
Morgan staggered, her own blood mixing with Naomi's, staining her pink dress. "You little BITCH!" She screamed, clutching at her wound.
Even iniured, Morgan was dangerous. She struck Pippa across the face, ramming her to the ground, her face twisting in pain. Desperately, Pippa tried to use her knife again, but Morgan knocked it out of her hands.
Morgan stood over her, a bloody knife in her hands, her black hair falling to the sides of her face, still beautiful in the midst of all the horror she had made.
"Stop all that, Phillippa," she said, smiling grimly. " A naughty girl like you needs to be put down."
Pippa braced herself for a blow that never came. Instead, Morgan looked disbelieving as she stared down at the rusty machete that had just been rammed into her body. Angelica, the Falcon chief, stood over her with a grim face.
"Damn you," Morgan whispered, before falling motionless on top of a petrified Pippa.
A pair of strong hands dragged the former Master's body off of her, as she stared into the eyes of Judah, who looked as though he had just aged ten years.
"I didn't make it in time," he whispered, shaking like a leaf. "Forgive me, I let her die...."
"She was pregnant," Pippa blurted out, "She was going to have a baby and you let her rescue me?"
Judah stared at her. "She didn't tell me."
Pippa jerked away from him and crawled to Naomi's body, feeling numb. There was blood on her dress, and one of her mismatched shoes had fallen off. Pippa slowly put it back on. A piece of paper had fallen out of her pocket. Pippa realized that it was a picture she had drawn of the four of them, her new family, her sisters....she picked the drawing up, smearing Naomi's blood on the paper.
It was then that she started crying, burying her face in Naomi's quickly cooling chest, and it took both Judah and Angelica to get her off.
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Where the Lost Things Go
FantasíaDo you ever wonder where your lost items could have gotten to? Turns out, there's a world parallel to our own where all our lost things find themselves: socks, pins, hairbrushes - and children. Yes, children can get lost too, falling between the cr...
