Ally pouted, running ahead of Moe to reach the beach first and then waiting for him before giving Moe a quick peck on the lips. "I'm gonna go grab some firewood, mi amore. I'll be back in a few minutes." He jogged into the forest, getting half a mile in with an armful of firewood. A voice erupted seemingly all around Ally, startling him and causing him to drop the wood.
"I told him I'd break him. And now, the chance has finally presented itself."
A woman, draped in white emerged from behind an old oak tree. She smiled at him, tilting her head a little and circling his stock still form.
"I can see why he'd take interest in you. You are quite a looker. I'm going to love watching the light fade from those baby blue eyes of yours. I am Lues."
Ally snarled, rage swelling inside of him. L. That's who this must be. "Sadly, you won't be getting that privilege today you whore." She giggled, shaking her head in amusement. "Aren't you just adorable. So strong-willed. It would explain Mortimer's affinity for you, as opposites do attract and he's always been incredibly weak." At this, Ally saw red. Oh hell fucking no. He lunged forward, aiming to tackle the woman but squeaking in surpise when suddenly he was alone, a knife in his back. L was gone in a snap. He looked down, seeing the tip of the knife peek through his chest. At the moment, shock and adrenaline was numbing him and he took advantage of that. He stumbled his way back to the beach, falling on his knees as soon as he hit the sand. Blood soaked his shirt, while his eyes watered and he croaked out quietly. "Moe?" He felt his pulse slowing, and his vision was starting to tint black and fuzzy around the edges.
((Mi amore means my love in French tada))