Orange light filtered through the black window screens of the coffee shop. The sun's last rays were as passionate as Belle herself, and in the light, she looked so beautiful, glowing really. Magnificent sunlight reflected off of her lovely wavy hair as her eyes anxiously looked around her at the mob that was closing in. The pain in her expression could not be missed. There was no way out of this, she knew. She glared at Sho, most venomously. If looks could kill... if only...
The blade entered up into her ribcage, her mouth dropped open, but there was only silence as she was grabbed by the arms and dragged out of the coffee shop. The villagers threw her out into the street. Her legs were unable to hold her and she collapsed. Her mouth was still open, and noises issued from her throat as if she were being strangled. The sun was bathing her completely in its dying light now.
Belle managed to turn her head to the side, gazing at the villagers as she lay. Her expression was now almost remorseful. This wasn't what I wanted, she wished she could say. I wasn't always like this... Her head turned. How beautiful... she thought as she looked up into the flaming sky.
Belle's glowing skin darkened, turning grey and ashen, her anguished expression frozen onto her face as she lay in the road. No longer was she struggling to breathe, no longer did she move. Her now coal-like eyes were burned into the minds of the villagers. And then her body burst into a flurry of black butterflies that fluttered up into the darkening sky.
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Belle was mafia. Congratulations, heroes.
There's also been an amendment to the rules. Zombies will no longer have the role they had in life. Sorry to say, but it would horribly imbalance the game, and we couldn't have that~~~
May the odds continue to be ever in your favor...