Piscar Alternate Ending

“Okay, then you both need to run out there because they left the game like 2 minutes ago.” Josie answered.

“I can’t remember,” Jane said, looking at the label. “Kate’s got so much stuff. Open it, and have a look.”

The wind chime hung from the roof of the abandoned house , it swayed calmly and slowly against the wind , everything seemed peaceful . We - my father and I - sat on the porch of the rundown house that only we knew about . It was dark and I wasn’t the biggest fan of the night , the night is unpredictable but yet so beautiful .

“You sound like you were expecting to have me killed,” Chandler the Fair muttered in a sarcastic tone.

“That is what I have heard in the legends I grew up with, I tease ye not.” He laughed at her as she rolled her eyes at him.

"You still shouldn't head out," he stated quickly, "I'll have breakfast ready soon." He hurriedly got up, his fingers twisting around themselves, his shoulders slightly hunched.

“Alright, go ahead, but make sure to take your sister and don’t be late” she sighed as if I had worn her down but I could sense she was relieved.

“Oh yes, I promise I’ll take care of him.” the daughter said with a relief.

The smell of death and inevitable change, still filled the streets of Paris just like it did all those years ago when the politically fuelled Armand St. Just was fighting for the Republicans cause. Now he was in Paris with the League of the Scarlet Pimpernel saving those that he once condemned. Armand glanced at the envelope he was to deliver to one of his incomparable members, the red wax seal reminded him of when he was first handed an invitation to join the Scarlet Pimpernel, the embossed flowers glistened with pride, it signified a chance to fight for what is honourable. This was the first time he encountered Percy Blakeney the leader of the Scarlet Pimpernel, a man of many talents and faces. He vividly remembered, like dogs, hundreds of Republicans barked and snarled at Madame de la Guillotine, encouraging her to end the lives of those they despised. At the front of pack, Armand remembered standing with many of the alphas, watching them hungry for the blood of those beheaded.

“Wow,” the demon responded. “I know I’m a demon, but I’m pretty sure that’s downright evil.”

“Yeah, yeah Thursday whatever. We have to go Star.” Marco grabbed Star’s shoulders and pushed her to continue walking.

It was a beautiful, full moon. The sort of moon that shines down rays of light illuminating the darkened streets. Not a breath of wind stirred in the darkness. The night was warm but the girl felt chilled to the bone. She hurried along; bare feet padding silently through the dark alleyways, hoping her parents wouldn’t catch her out this late. She knew she shouldn’t stay at Max’s house too late but he somehow always talked her into it. She speed walked through the narrow streets, feeling like the old Victorian houses were looking down at her with accusing glares. Yes she thought I am almost there! As she rounded the last corner and saw her house, standing silently along with the others. No lights were on and she couldn’t see ay movement

“Whatever, that could just be coincidence. Maybe she wears violet perfume, and happened to have her nails painted red.”

The moon rose over the ruins of the village, bathing the roads in an eerie silver glow. Destroyed buildings, some with fires still burning within, littered the town. The old architecture crumbled to the ground, no longer able to hold itself up. The wind whipped fiercely across the battered landscape. Silence echoed throughout the rubble, not a single person in sight. The inky darkness of the night slowly became more pronounced as time moved forward.

“OK” she said and turned to me. “I think we need to go now so I have time to unpack and re-arranged everything”