I had a sudden impulse to write this
Sokeefe and Shannon Messenger look at their handiwork. It was difficult, but after 21 stab-wounds to the back, Sophitz was no more.
“A toast,“ said Sokeefe, high on their victory, “to Sophie and Keefe’s eternal love“
“Yes,“ says Shannon slyly, handing Sokeefe a glass of wine. Sokeefe drinks the wine, tasting a bitter, acrid taste in their mouth. Shannon smirks, before casting the contents of her glass away.
Sokeefe suddenly clutches their chest, blood filling their mouth.
“Sh- Shannon!” Sokeefe screams, falling to the ground
“To Unlocked,” Shannon calls callously, giggling.
Sokeefe convulses on the ground, spasming for a few minutes before ultimately stopping. Shannon waits a few minutes before leaning down to check Sokeefe’s pulse.
Suddenly, someone walks out from the woods behind her - it’s Sosingle.
“It is done,” Shannon says slowly.
“Excellent,“ Sosingle says, before laughing. Shannon joins them in the mockery. Nine years, and she’s killed both of them and broken tens of thousands of readers’ hearts.