Who. Willa Thompson (also Charlie Archer & some Camelot NPC's) What. Camelot's pursuit finally catches up with her Where. The Tower Bridge, London When. Friday night, April 11th 2014 Warnings. Character death (suicide) Notes. Anyone in Camelot who wants to be part of Charlie's strike team is free to assume they may have gotten some injuries as a result.
The game was up.
Willa Thompson was entering her last act, the final scene unfolding at the top of the Tower bridge. She was done and she knew it, but that didn't mean she was going out without a bang. It just meant she had to work fast in getting all her affairs in order to stay ahead until the very end. Until she was ready. Even on the ropes, she was not a woman who entered into the ring without a plan.
A group of Camelot's finest had been after her for weeks. This week, in particular. They were good, but she was better. Even with that abominable wolf man and his blood hound nose, it had been relatively easy moving from place to place without being caught. Then her niece had been captured by her enemies, and Willa knew it was only a matter of time now before they were able to smoke her out. Her time was up, but they'd never see it coming. After she was gone, they'd wish they had caught her yesterday when they'd had the chance.
Her long, spidery hands gripped tightly to the railing, taking in one last deep breath of the cool evening air and leaning out over the edge to catch her face in the wind.
"Willa Thompson - Stop right where you are."
She was facing the water, but she wasn't oblivious. Even with all his skills in the art of stealth, she'd known when the wolf had finally snuck up behind her by the hairs that had instantly stood on the back of her neck. The grin that spread across her face was manic, her disheveled appearance a testament to where her priorities had been over the last month. She'd been preparing. And he'd been hunting her. The game was finally up.
"Why, Mr. Wolf. What big teeth you have." She turned to face him slowly, hands still gripping firmly to the rails behind her. There were dark circles under her eyes, her cheeks half-sunken in, her outer appearance finally revealing just how insane the woman really was. Charlie Archer almost recoiled at the sight, but the man was also on a mission, and he was this close to finishing it.
Willa's eyes raked over her would-be captor with a look of mild disappointment, giving her shoulders a weak shrug. As far as he knew, she had finally given up. She was done running. She couldn't blame them for giving in so easily, it had been a tiring chase for everyone. "So where's the rest of your merry little band of pursuers? Guarding all the exits, I imagine. Hm. Pity. I suppose it'll just have to be you, then."
"Stop fucking talking and show me your hands, witch. You're coming with us."
The big bad wolf took a calculated step toward her but Willa didn't move, hands still clasping the railing behind her back. It was almost time. Everything she was. Everything she is, had been leading up to this moment. Her final fall. Willa wasn't so delusional that she didn't know it would probably end this way, even after everything she'd accomplished. Not with fireworks, but with one last shot into the darkness before she was gone from this world for good. She'd always known this to be her fate, and she'd made her peace with it. She still had a few last tricks up her sleeve. She was only sorry she couldn't free Juniper before the end. Her niece would have to find a way to forgive her, but Willa wouldn't be around to see it.
"No, you see, that's where you're tragically wrong, beast. I'm not going anywhere. Your friends, however? You might be a little more worried about where they're going."
Charlie growled through his human teeth, advancing towards the criminal now, which is when Willa finally pulled her hands out from behind her back to reveal a remote control. Of course she'd strapped explosives to the bridge. That was exactly the sort of thing she would do, but Charlie didn't have time to feel stupid before he had to react. Willa shivered in the cold wind but stood tall, a hysterical laugh bubbling in her throat. "Tell Holmes, he'll be seeing him again soon."
"NO!"
Willa jumped before Charlie could make a grab for her. Her body fell over the side, catching her head on a protruding pillar with a sickening thud and disappearing into the water below, but not before her finger had pressed down on the trigger. There was an initial explosion, the top part of the bridge immediately lost in flames before other eruptions began to shake and engulf the land mark from all sides. Charlie let out a howl as he shifted into wolf form, hit by a blast only seconds after, but it would take more than that to kill him. His team, though? He needed to get to them fast. He made a dive for the bottom level, using his larger body as a shield to keep some of his team from getting burnt to a crisp or crushed under collapsing debris. The game was up, and Willa Thompson was gone. Her inevitable destruction leaving even more in its wake.