The Queen paused.
"You wish to be punished first?" The Queen asked in confusion, but she still seemed to sound evil and dark.
"Yes." Harry says, breathlessly.
"Take me first."
The Queen surveys him, and then nods at the guards.
They released their icy grip from his arms, and then shove him forward.
Harry falls next to the guillotine and immediately pulls Louis from it.
They huddle on the stone floor together, shivering and shaking.
Louis buries his face in Harry's neck and tears start to fall from his face.
He can feel his eyelashes fluttering, he's so tired and faint.
Harry feels himself being lifted by the back of his shirt.
He tries to resist, but he couldn't, and he allows himself to be dragged to the old fashioned guillotine.
He rests his head on the curve of the wood and closed his eyes.
The sword shines above his head.
The Queen readies it again, looks down, and yells,
"Death to the tresspasser!"
The heavy blade drops.
There's a flash of blood.
Louis has his hands pressed so hard on his eyes that it hurts.
He hears a sickening thud and a ripping sound.
A moment later Louis daringly peaks through his fingers.
Harry's lifeless, bloody head was laying on the ground infront of him. His eyes, now a dull green, were staring right at him.
He screams and curls into a fetal position.
The Queen kicks aside the remainder of Harry's lifeless body.
He fights as the guards reached for him, but it's no use.
His body wracks with his cries as the Queen comes for him instead, grimacing and flickering in and out of existence.
He feels cold hands tightly wrap around his neck, and his air supply was getting harder to reach each second.
He couldn't make a sound.
Somewhere in his oxygen starved brain, he realizes something.
The screams, they are fading.
The Queen continues to squeeze his throat, painfully smirking at him.
Her hands were much more solid.
It's as if Harry's death had made her this way.
It was much more easier to see her now, and she was much more colourful, all reds.
Using his last bits of energy, Louis kicks the Queen.
It was like moving through cold jelly, but the Queen flickers with surprise, and releases him.
Louis, gasping with relief, instantly scrambles to his feet and opens his mouth.
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