A Tear For Her
A/N: I know it's been absolutely AGES since I last came on FFN, my laptop was acting up etc. It still is, but we have more than one computer in the house. Wasn't really up to continuing any of my old stories (BAD B-C) so will just do this short one chappie. Enjoy.
Don't own Bill Sikes or any other Oliver! Character. Boo. Well, not really (for Bill at least) cos he's a monster, but still.
Oh, another thing, this is based on the musical account of events.
Bill stepped back from the body in shock. He couldn't believe he'd actually done it. He had murdered her. He hadn't meant to, it was just in the moment of blinding rage…
But this remorse wouldn't bring her back, nor would it slow the running feet of the watchmen. Bill looked at Nancy one last time and ran, pulling the boy roughly behind him, muffling his shouts for help.
In a panic, Bill looked for a rooftop or some sort of safety. No. This was wrong. He didn't panic. He was William Sikes, feared by every London criminal. So why on Earth was he panicking?
Bet's shrill scream in the background, men's shouts, dog barks. Bulls-eye. Damn. Forgotten about the dog. Roped Bulls-eye in, leading the mob here, Bill's scent. No time to lose.
Low voice, instructions to boy, climb onto rooftop. Boy shaking in terror, Bill ignored him. Couldn't waste seconds on feeble-minded country boy.
Torches rounded the corner, Bill's stomach tightened, pure terror. If it had been Nancy here- no. Couldn't think like that. Wasn't Nancy, now it never would be. Had to face it alone.
Bill roared something to the angry flames, didn't hear himself even, had the boy pass him the rope. Heard the next yell clearly.
£50 reward for the man who shoots. Hands work in a frenzy, but gun sounded. Bullet was red-hot, choking him. As he fell off the roof, the most peaceful action of his for years, he shed, for the first time in his life, a tear.
A tear for her.
A/N: Well? Pressy the little buttony. Pressy pressy pressy? Pweasy pweasy pweasy? 8)