To think, only a minute ago, Ami was happy to be alive! But then Mira had to go and say that 'this was fun'. Fun. She called it fun. And despite how painful it was to admit, Ami knew that it was not hyperbole.
God. It hurt
to look Mira in her bright, shining face. That smile was genuine, her expression almost pleasant.
Ami forced eye-contact and faked a gentle smile in turn. A nod in agreement, a hesitant step forward. Reaching, Ami took Mira's hand into hers, squeezed it, rolled her thumb over the palm. She scrolled through the script of lines her father taught her and decided on the most common. When she spoke, she meant every word.
"I'm sorry Mira."
Mira didn't ask why. Ami brought the gun down on her head before she could open her mouth.
Mirabella Strong dropped like a sack of potatoes and she did it with a smile on her face.
(Mirabella Strong continued in All for You
Ami genuinely frowned when she saw Mira's smile. She wiped her tears off of her sleeve and sniffed.
"I'm sorry Mira. I'm so so sorry."
Not just hitting her. For everything. For breaking her promise. Hindsight. 20/20. You killed two girls. You turned Sara's head into ground beef. You turned Mira into a shell of herself. You killed Sara's body and you killed Mirabella's soul. This is you, Ami, you did this. You, not Sean or Ruby or Katarina. You.
It had to be this way though! Ami knew what she had to do and, foolishly, she thought Mira would understand. But that wasn't true. Mira wouldn't understand. How could she, when she smiled and laughed and ate out of Ami's palm? She couldn't deal with Mira. She didn't want to deal with her. That's why she knocked her out.
Ami bit her thumbnail, visibly crusted with dirt. What was she going to do with Mira? She couldn't just leave her, that would be breaking her promise (if it wasn't broken already). She'd think of something.
Think about that later though. There was one last thing she had to do.
Limping, Ami left Mira's unconscious body and went straight to Katarina's corpse. She stopped at Kat's feet, giving it an inquisitive glance. She squinted when her attention returned to the late Katarina Konipaski.
"You know. My father runs a funeral parlor out of our home. My entire life I've seen dead bodies and their relatives. I can't count how many funerals I've been to."
Ami swallowed. She tapped a tile with the heel of her shoe.
"I know a corpse when I see one."
Ami had to give her credit. For the brief moment between Mira hitting and Mira laughing, Kat almost convinced her. Almost. But no matter how long she held her breath, Ami could tell that she was still conscious. The quiver in her eyelids, the subconscious twitch of her finger. These signs, Ami could see.
Katarina kept the act up though. Or maybe she was shocked that Ami saw through her ruse. She didn't know what was going through Katarina's head but it sheer stubbornness made Ami roll her eyes.
She could see Katarina starting to break though. Slowly but surely. Ami knew this, because when she trained the gun on her, Kat winced.
"C'mon. Enough playing possum. You aren't fooling anyone."
Katarina said nothing.
Ami said nothing.
Everything was silent.
Katarina pushed her luck.
Deja vu. Ami hated that phrase, but seeing Katarina scramble, arm raised, head tucked, it reminded her of the exact moment when Sara stood in front of her. The main difference was that Sara wasn't a killer, she wasn't a threat. Katarina was both.
So when Katarina made a move, Ami retaliated. Katarina came up, Ami swung her leg and kicked her back down.
The kick held little direction. With Sara, Ami could not explain why she did what she did. But Ami knew exactly why she resorted to violence. The intention was not to harm, it was to keep Katarina from getting away. The thought of her slinking away like a dog with it's tail between it's leg made Ami's blood boil. So she leaned back and ran with it.
Her foot caught Katarina straight in the face. There was a loud snap, like a tree branch breaking in half, that Ami could not attribute. Katarina flew back and hit the tile floor, hard. She covered her face with her hands and whined, like a neutered puppy.
Hindsight, 20/20, Ami stared down at Katarina's crumpled body. The sounds she made were muffled by her hands but Ami was sure she was moaning and not saying anything tangible. It took a moment for the blood to start seeping out, in small little lines running down her cheeks.
Ami may have just broken Katarina's nose. That wasn't how it was supposed to happen. It just... happened...
... Under normal circumstances she would apologize. Ami didn't, though, because it was what Katarina wanted. She wanted to get cut, she wanted to get shot, she wanted to trip and stumble, right? Katarina asked for a monster to come and make her cry, that was why she stabbed Ami in the leg. Hindsight, 20/20, Ami Flynn was the monster, cold and hard, a beast made of filth and aged leather, and Katarina was the little girl, bleeding and sobbing, just making her way.
That's why, when Katarina started crying, Ami felt nothing. Really, Ami ran out of fucks to give when Mira started laughing like a circus clown. It was really hard to hate someone when they were crying, though, so Ami managed a pitying frown instead.
Christ. She really needed a cigarette.
Ami fished into her back pocket. The pack was slightly crushed but they were still in good shape. As she placed one between her index finger and thumb, Ami finally spoke again.
"I should kill you," Ami said, reaching for her lighter. She lit. "That's what I planned when I came up here. It'd be the smartest thing to do, if I were thinking long-term. Besides, if I don't stop you now, you're going to keep hurting people. So, really, I'd be doing a dozen other people a favor."
Katarina didn't respond. Really, Ami would be surprised if she did, even without a broken nose.
Ami exhaled. She really did not like what she was becoming. Leather jacket, tired eyes, smoking. She promised her uncle she'd quit. Then again, a bunch of terrorists kidnapped her on a trip to Disneyland and thought it would be a good idea to give her a gigantic gun. So it wasn't like Lung Cancer was an immediate threat.
Katarina was still crying. Christ, Ami didn't cry that hard when she sank a huge blade into her calf, did she? She'd like to think she was more stunned than anything. Ami held the cigarette in her left hand, dug the right into her jacket pocket.
"Look on the bright side, Kat. Now you can go home and have something to show everyone. You can play the victim card. As if anybody," gesturing to the camera, "out there cares when we're the ones ones who have to live with what we've done."
No. Katarina wasn't really crying, actually. More like she was seething in pain. It didn't matter, she shed tears all the same. Katarina wasn't trying to get up. Every time she sniffed, though, it sounded like she was hacking up phlegm. Ami wanted to gag.
"I should thank you," fuck you, "though. You made me realize something."
"I'm a monster. A senseless killer."
"There's no redemption, no second chances. I'm going to burn in hell for what I've done and there's nothing I can do to stop it... but I still have time. I'm going to own up to it. Face what I've done and accept the punishment. Because if I have to die, I want to do it knowing that I tried. That's all it'll take to set things right, and that's why I'm not going to kill you... "
... If Katarina heard any of that, she couldn't tell. She didn't care. It was over. Ami explained herself so she was finished talking.
Placing the cigarette back between her lips, she walked back to the unconscious girl. Grabbing Mira by the arm, Ami slung her over her shoulder. The weight was unbearable and her leg still burned but Ami had no choice. She'd just have to carry that weight.
Once all of that was done, Ami gave herself a chance look over her shoulder, an introspective glance at Katarina and her broken nose.
"... Honestly, I don't care what you do now. Whatever helps you sleep at night." Ami looked away. "We won't meet again, though, so don't bother trying to find me."
A beat. She stared walking. She didn't hear Katarina trying to get back up so there was no point in looking back. Ami opened the door leading to the staircase with her heel and pushed it. Then she stepped through, with Mira and bags in tow.
The door closed behind them with an audible thump.
(Ami Flynn continued in Lucifer Fell