‘Darn it’, sighed Gargamel, his left side entirely paralyzed from the toxin, ‘This doesn’t look good, does it, Asriel?’
It was then that Gargamel took the moment to fix his thousand
yard stare on his beloved cat, his friend, his only friend for so
long, wishing that Asriel had even half of that moment to return his gaze, as he looked on at his dear companion as his body was shattered under the weight of the falling debris.
He couldn’t cry. He was too
weak to do anything but lie in the mass of leveled ground and watch on as he spotted the final bomber approaching on the horizon.
Gargamel began to sputter and cough, perhaps from the sudden adrenaline of impending
doom, though his body was now
long beyond use.
‘I…’ he began, struggling to hold back his bloody coughs, ‘I just…h-hope…’; the setting
sun shone one last
time upon his tired, surrendered face as his stubbornly imposed his mouth into a
small grin; ‘I hope those “smurves” make it…out of this…’
