Posted 19 March 2013 - 02:06 PM
As the arguing continues, a very different shouting tone suddenly makes itself known among the noise.
"What, you again?! I thought I already dealt with you lot before!"
The strangeness of this comment, makes several of the group turn towards the source. Jeremiah Fox appears to be shouting at a nearby wall...
"Is it money you want, eh? You greedy little urchins don't know when to quit, but if humoring you will rid me of your nuisance, I suppose I must!"
He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a moneyclip, which he proceeds to fling at the wall while backing away. After a few seconds, fear begins to edge into Jeremiah's voice as he begins more actively backing away.
"There! There's your money! Now leave me be! It's not as I'm responsible for you after all, it's just business!"
But the man's protests fall on deaf ears as the imagined ghosts of orphans begin to encircle him.
By now, everyone else in the room is staring in horrified confusion as the man seems to suffer a mental breakdown. When he reaches the center of the room and spins around, seemingly surrounded by his unseen enemy, he pulls at the handle of his cane, withdrawing a long narrow blade previously hidden in the stick.
"I said get back!"
He spins around once or twice, sweeping at the empty air with the weapon defensively. The orphan ghosts stop, for a moment, before taking another step forward.
This time the specters halt, but Jeremiah is trapped in a ring of them. He turns, fear creeping into his face, as he watches for the first sign of movement among the horrors of guilt that plague his mind. Suddenly, his expression changes to one of utter terror as he seems to notice something new approaching from beyond the immediate "threat".
"No... Good Lord, not you as well! What does it take to get rid of you?! Was killing you not enough?! When will you finally cease to be a bloody thorn in my bloody side?!"
His head snaps to the side, as if he's just noticed someone else arrive.
"And you! You knew too much! You understand, I couldn't just leave you free to talk with what you knew!"
Fox spins around as if to ward off the presence of another assailant.
"You! You were in the wrong place at the wrong time! You saw too much! If you hadn't been there, I wouldn't have had to do it! You too! Far too clever for your own good, but not clever enough to think I'd come from the other direction!"
The man's become completely hysterical now, but the entire scene is so bizarre that the onlookers find themselves doing nothing but staring in an almost trancelike state. Also nobody really wants to get near such an unstable person so long as he's erratically swinging that sword around.
"And then y- " Fox suddenly halts mid-rant and looks around confusedly, as if he expected to see something but is now missing it. His eyes focus momentarily, causing him to appear coherent for the first time since his outburst started, and his gaze falls on Alice.
His voice is still stricken with fear, but now carries an edge of menace as he finds the unconscious form of the maid lying on the couch. Heedless to the presence of those in the room, and apparently unbothered by the visions that have afflicted him, he takes a step forward, only to be stopped suddenly by a load groaning creak coming from above.
Jeremiah isn't the only one to hear that. In fact everyone heard it quite clearly. A brief moment of silence passes before a second ominous groaning is heard, causing people to slowly look up towards the ceiling in confusion. What was up there that could be making that sound again...?
Oh yes, that's right. Chandelier.
The large construct creaks horribly, sounding more like a lowing beast than a piece of furniture. As Fox's gaze sweeps upward towards it, a sharp cracking snap echoes through the hall as the chandelier begins its descent. It's anyone's guess as to what caused it fall in the first place; perhaps it was the shot fired by Kelly earlier, perhaps faulty construction or maintenance, perhaps it was divine punishment, or maybe sabotage which came to fruition at a late but hilariously appropriate time. Ultimately, the reasons as to why the chandelier is falling are not nearly so important as the fact that it is now falling. And for Jeremiah Fox, even this fact is not nearly as pertinent as the fact that, at this precise moment, he is standing directly underneath it.
The chandelier drops down with terrifying momentum, faster than anyone can react. Fox opens his mouth, and for the briefest moment, a cry of defiance seems to try making itself heard before being lost in the tremendous crash as metal meets the stone tiles of the floor and smashes clear through them.
In the aftermath of the fall, a large crater, filled with rubble and twisted chunks of metal, dominates the center of the room. There is no trace of Fox among the debris, save for some small quantities of blood staining various spots of the wreck. It looks as though the bulk of the chandelier fell through the floor into the old foundations of the manor, and his body is likely lost somewhere down there, if not crushed utterly beyond all recognition...