As Brona lay dying (headcanon/fanfic for 'Possession')
Following on from my idea about establishing a certain pair of characters earlier in the plot rather than right in the last episode of the series, here’s how they could have shown them in episode 7.
Warning: very rough draft, and lots of swearing.
She’s strong enough to walk around today, so she’s spitting blood into the basin when the two of them bang on her door and then come right in, without even waiting for a reply.
“Who the hell are you?” she manages to get out.
“Where’s Chandler?” the shorter one says. He steps forward while the taller fella, hair long as a girl’s, stands back by the doorway. Brona can tell that he’s ready to stride forward as well if the other one doesn’t like what she has to say, and while she’s bloody angry at them barging in like this, she doesn’t want to give them a reason to get angry at her.
“Don’t lie to us, Mizz Croft.” The shorter man sneers through the ‘miss’, taking another step towards her. “We’ve seen you out and about the place with him. And the folks down here tell us he’s taken up rooms here, to be near to you. Seems to be mighty sweet on you.”
“Don’t have anything against you, woman,” Tall Fella says. “Just tell us what we want so we can get out of here.”
“I can’t tell you anything. I don’t know where he is.”
Tall Fella elbows himself upright off the doorpost. He takes that dreaded step forward and Brona’s suddenly thinking of other girls with cuts on their faces from their pimps, roughed up to make them cough up their hard won coin; the women that old Jack ripped up and scattered across White Chapel.
Will it be now? Will it be now? Don’t let it be now, not like this, dear Jesus not like this.
She feels for the St Jude at her throat, but hadn’t she given it to Ethan days gone by?
Not without seeing him again, saying goodbye.
She drops her fingers to the bedpost, trying not to tremble. I was going to die in this room anyway; maybe the Lord’s given me a quick death after all. “I can’t fucking tell you what I don’t fucking know, now can I? Haven’t seen him for a week, maybe more, and I’ve been in here all the while. He could be anywhere by now.”
Tall Fella takes another step forward and Shorter Fella puts a hand into his pocket. Will it be now? Will it be now? her lungs sing without her mouth, taking all her breath.
She manages a smile, showing off her bloody teeth. “Hit me all you want, I don’t care what you do to me. I still won’t fucking know where he is. Now get the fuck out’ve my room, before I call the landlord.”
Short and Tall stare at her for a moment. Short takes his hand out of his pocket, cocks his head, then sighs and mutters “Dang it.”
Tall stays for a moment longer while Short stamps out the door, staring at her. She suspects that if Tall actually had a hat, he’d tip it to her mockingly, but at last he backs out through the doorway and turns to go down the stairs.
She tries to get to the door to look after them, but the cough gets her again part way there. She has to lean on the bed frame, tearing at her insides with each cough she can’t escape.
Ethan, where are you? What’ve you done?
Will it be now? Not now, not now, just let me say goodbye.
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