Sophie Watson's Alternate Ending

“What is this?” He asked Hector slowly, examining his hand with the new piece of jewelry attached to it “what does it do?”

"A. (pausing) I know he reached into his pocket . . . or somethin' . . . I don't know what.

An excruciating feeling shot through her body, never in her life had she felt this much pain. It was unrelenting and seemed like it would never end. The girl wanted to scream, to try to stop this, but couldn't move, every flinch caused more pain to shoot through the moving limbs. Her eyes unclenched, colors spun around her head, crawling on her melting flesh and burning through it with it's acidic touch. Smoke filled her lungs with each attempt to breathe, it felt like everything inside her was to collapse at any moment, her lungs, her bones, her skin, her skull, everything was to fall to pieces and cease to exist. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, it's speed decreasing as she ran out of fresh air. Her throat burned almost as bad as her

I look at the date at the bottom of the film. The date is September, 29th. 2009, the day after my sixth birthday.

“Who?” I’d ask. He’d never give me a straight answer. He was paranoid - delusions plagued him. He claimed that Brandon - the friend I’ve known for so long - kept having the barrel of his rifle ‘drift towards me’ as he’d put it, every time he said ‘they.’ Who was they? Were they bad people? I couldn’t care less. I had a job to do.

I leap, burning my palms on the concrete road, but the pain is subdued by the smell that pierces my nose. With my gun secured to my side, I enter the interrogation site that seems to reek of a metallic scent: a smell I know too well, the smell of blood.

Lystra didn’t look at first. She didn’t want to see the bodies. But as she looked, as she searched each limb, each face piled on the floor, she didn’t see one. The child. Not one sign of him, even as she watched the Enforcers pile the bodies to get rid of. Each body, each flailing arm, each shade of hair, but somehow, the child wasn’t among this pile of dead. Lystra hoped to find him there, among the dead, among those at peace. If the boy was alive, he wouldn’t be for long if he had any luck.

"That man practically raised us Abby! He played with us, dressed us in the morning, and not once laid a finger on any of us. How can you say such things about him?" Elliot cries.

Rachelle peered down at the ant sized people 300 feet below her. Snow fell on the city scene. Rachelle thought of it as her little snow globe and enjoyed watching the population of Lionsborough walk by her inner city block of flats. She wished she could touch snow again.

Antonio looked around Lovino’s room, smiling. “Wow, I didn’t think that your brother and Ludwig would be friends! Pretty strange, the two of them. So, anyways, the homework, I don’t—“

John laughs softly as he starts to chase the dark curly hair toddler around the park. "I'm gonna get you billy!"

“That’s real rabbit fur trim, too. I swear the hair and beard are a professionally made wig. Look how the beard hugs his face. It’s like it was put on by a special effects artist.”

In that same second with the other shot still echoing, Muriel, the small girl, fell on the steps and rolled, lying face down near Bolo’s right hand. Neither of them moved because they were dead.

Pete whistled jauntily as he left Analise in the basement, waded through the mess of comics on the living-room floor, collected his pistol and bullets, and slammed the front door shut behind him. The flinch, when he'd charged toward, had brought a satisfied smirk to his face. For the first time, the woman had demonstrated palpable weakness, and inexplicably, that served to increase his surety that she'd forge ahead with this evening's plans. Norris, whether the smart-ass bitch would admit it, felt as if he'd gained the ascendancy. At least for the time being.

After their “happily ever after” fairy tale ending, Beauty and Beast lived in peace. Though the duo cared deeply for each other, Beauty wasn’t happy. She hadn’t wanted to marry Beast, but she did to save him. After a few months, she wanted out. One of the maids had been Beauty’s friend since the beginning, and Beauty confided in the maid.