The end to his victory.
The tragedy to his tale.
Vivian and Autumn glared from the door, the outline of a gun visible in their hands as it glowed in the moonlight. His eyes widened in fear as he hurried backwards, drowning in their piercing gaze as he felt the cold wall beneath his back. 
He was trapped.
Autumn approached him, her posture strict and sharp as she gripped a slender hand around his neck. Roger gasped slightly, clawing at her fingers desperately in attempt to be set free. His widened eyes met her's, pleading for even a faint look of mercy in them as he struggled against the wall. 
But he saw nothing but emptiness.
Emptiness for the life that he had intentionally ripped away from her, the unwritten tales he had ripped apart. The lives he had destroyed and attacked, leaving nothing but desperate innocents who hadn't done an ounce of wrong, yet that made them even more the victim. 
The people he had hurt had deserved the world, yet it was the world that had snatched everything away from them.
"Mutton Chops, please." His begs came out in staggered sentences, his voice wobbling as her grip tightened on his throat. He choked down his tears, shaking under Autumn's grasp, "Let's reconsider this." 
Autumn stilled for moment as if pondering on his statement while Vivian watched intently from the door, the gun intimidating in her strong hand. Autumn looked back at her desperate father, only to be met with the same built up anger and frustration that she had buried beneath her for so many agonising years. Seeing the man that had destroyed so many helpless people seemingly deserved a brutal punishment - to have his own happy ending ripped away from him. 
Like he had tried to do to Mia.
To Siobhan.
To Charlotte's daughter.
To so many other broken people that he couldn't be bothered to fix.
Now Autumn and Vivian was going to shatter him until he was impossible to repair, breaking his hopes and dreams. She felt a smirk tug at her lips as she thought of the monster infront of her being vulnerable, his life a wasted opportunity because he had chosen the path of hatred and pain. 
"No." She replied simply, secretly amused by the softening of Roger's features as the realisation of his actions hit him.
Roger looked up at his daughter - a spitting picture of himself that should never have been painted. The child who he had backed into corners as they trembled, bruises lining their frail bones as they begged and cried. But as he looked desperately into the eyes that were often glazed with tears, he saw someone he couldn't recognise.
 
Autumn wasn't the scared little girl Roger had morphed her into being. 
She was healing, something she would make sure that Roger never got to experience. 
Vivian joined her side, the gun still safely in her grasp as she stared down at Roger with a look of disgust. His neck was a swirl of dark purple and crimson, Autumn's grip leaving marks on his throbbing skin as he squirmed.
"Don't worry Rog, we'll make this quick." Vivian grinned, clicking the safely latch off of the gun and discarding it somewhere on the grimy floor, cutting through the silence of Roger's ragged breathing. 
Thick beads of sweat collected under his clothes as Vivian held the gun against his head, the coldness of the metal a reminder of how he would feel in a few seconds; lying limp, empty. 
"It's not nice losing, is it?" Autumn mumbled, a look of mock sympathy dancing on her lips. Roger's body shook with alarm, his defeat not coming easily as he struggled with the truth. 
He had really lost.
Vivian's finger slipped over the trigger, poised for when she could finally end the man who had taken everything away from her - leaving her empty and helpless, with everything she had hoped for gone. He had willingly plunged a bullet through a heart she so desperately loved, starving the woman she adored of her happy ending, something they were to experience together. 
Siobhan had outsmarted them all, using intelligent tactics to checkmate the own game maker - the creator of a ruthless puzzle that destroyed them when they had put all of the pieces together. 
The group hadn't known a victory to cause such tragedy, yet the truth had ripped their stability apart, proving that in the darkest of moments, there's always a light. 
"Send me a postcard from hell." Vivian said, her voice laced with pain as her grip on the gun tightened.
Autumn nodded in approval as the trigger was pulled, blood seeping out from Roger's head as he slowly crumbled to the floor, gasping for air he could no longer inhale. 
Each pant coated his lungs in a hazy cold, piercing through his chest as he started to choke on his own blood, dark red seeping from between his teeth.
One glance of regret flickered through his eyes as he looked up at his daughter helplessly, a flash of begging tearing away at his wet eyes as they slowly stilled. 
Roger's body slumped to the floor, lifeless and still. 
A man to many, but a villain to all, was now dead. 
Cold and lifeless.
The war was over.
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this genuinely makes me so happy to write, but I really wish his death happened in real life and not just in my fanfic <33 
sorry for the short chapter !! I'm literally finishing this off at 2am so I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes ^^
I'm actually starting to get sad now I realise that my fanfiction is coming to an end. The next chapter is my last as the main plot has already happened (the diary, etc), yet it does have a nice happy ending with a little poem at the end <3
Writing this has genuinely become apart of my life over these past couple of months, so not writing about this plot will feel so strange, but I've enjoyed all of it. Even though it's slowly coming to an end, I don't regret any part :)
Thank you guys so much for following on and I'll see you guys in my final chapter soon !! 
Have a good day/night and remember to eat something mls ! 🫶🏻