Noir- Alternate Ending

The breeze picked up suddenly, the wind sending an abrupt chill through Kirika. Cloe was aware of this, and she turned her head, a worried look on her face.
“Are you ok?” She asked, a hint that she was suspicious of something in her tone.
She nodded, closing her eyes bitterly. Cloe reached towards her hand hesitantly, taking it in hers and lacing their fingers together, her face flushing. It was then that Kirika finally opened her eyes as Cloe began walking forward, towards the pool just ahead. As they waded deeper and deeper into the spring, she shuddered as the frigid water rose to her chest. Cloe smiled a little, moving directly in front of her and turning to look into her eyes.
“The time has come. I knew you would become the true Noir…” The last words came out in a sort of whisper, her breath warm against her bare chest. She shuddered once more, practically feeling the Goosebumps forming on her. She opened her mouth slightly as her head began to rush.
Cloe, seeing her lips part moved forward, pressing her lips to Kirika’s. She closed her eyes, feeling the cold bite at her skin harder as Cloe pulled her against her body, bringing her into an embrace before pressing her lops back to hers. At last Cloe pulled away, stepping back to focus her eyes into Kirika’s once more.
“Oh Kirika…I knew you would feel the same way as I. Our minds and bodies truly are one, belonging to each other and only obeying the words of the Mistress…” Her lips kissed Kirika’s softly, as she grabbed her hand once more, turning to the stairs where they had entered. “Come, let us dawn the holy garments of our ancestors.”
They walked back up the stares slowly. Kirika broke away from her hands, bending down to pick up the neatly folded clothes at her feet. As she leaned over, she felt a warm body press to her back, and she felt Cloe’s lips intensely kissing her neck. She tilted her head back, moaning softly as Cloe tilted them both backwards until she lay atop of Cloe, her hair falling over her eyes now wide and wild.
“Cloe…” She tried to protest, but it only came out as a gasp. Cloe smiled, nibbling her shoulder gently as her hands found her breasts. She gasped once more as her warm hands hit the cold surface, her nipples tingling as Cloe groped her breasts softly. She tilted her head to the side. “C-c-c-l-oh…” She gasped once more, but no matter how hard she tried, no words would come. She gasped once more, her breathing becoming more erratic as Cloe massaged her breasts faster, licking her hear lobe and sending chills all through her body. She felt tear challenge the corners of her softening eyes. As she fought them back, she twitched slightly, making Cloe coo with pleasure.
She began moving one of her hands down Kirika’s legs, finding her thigh and sliding her hand steadily between them both. Kirika moaned loudly as she felt strong fingers being shoved forcefully into her while the other hand continued roughly rubbing her breast. She cringed, reaching one of her arms out onto the pile of clothes that they had discarded for the cleansing process. Then over the gasps from Cloe and the loud thumping of her own heart, she head the small metallic clink as her hand fell onto some sort of small metal object. At once she knew what it as, remembering how Cloe had treasured it so; it was the cocktail fork from their tea party.
Her thought was thrown away entirely as she let out another moan as Cloe’s fingers began moving more quickly. She felt around the pile once more with her fingers, desperately searching for the fork once more. Her arm was suddenly yanked away from the pile by Cloe as she rolled on top of Kirika, pressing her arms away as she looked down into her eyes, tears forming.
“I don’t understand…” She uttered, choking on her words. “I thought…I thought you loved me…” The last words were slurred into wails as she hung her head over, staring into Kirika’s eyes through her own watering eyes. Kirika felt a rush of guilt run through her.
“For god sake Cloe, this is so sudden…” She lied, pretending to bawl as Cloe was. Cloe however saw through this act. Kirika suddenly felt a hot stinging pain go through her face as Cloe’s hand snapped, retracting and leaving a fine red hand print on her cheek. Cloe’s eyes then narrowed, tears still flowing steadily down her face.
“NOOOOOO!” She screamed, slapping Kirika again, making her head fall to one side. “I had to watch you…” Another hard slap hit her, making her wince. “…living with HER!!!!!” She felt hot tears fall onto her chest as Cloe raised her hand again, hesitating. “When I knew, when I knew!!!!!! That…I knew that…” She lost control of her emotions, handing her head, her arm falling limply to her side. “When I knew that it should have been me…it should have been me.”
Just as Cloe leaned forward, bawling profusely, she found the smooth metal of the fork and pulling it forward, thrusting up as Cloe’s own weight fell onto it, forcing it into her chest.
She felt the stinging tears in her eyes finally flow as Cloe gasped suddenly, her chest heaving and her face forming one last true smile as she fell forward, this time never to move again. Kirika rolled her body from under Cloe, her beautiful red hair falling over her pale face as she fell face first into the ground where Kirika was. She wrapped her arms around Cloe’s limp neck, bringing it to her face as more tears streamed down her face.
“Cloe…” She cried as she heard the hollow echo of boots clomping on stone.
“Hello Kirika.” A calm voice cooed from behind her, followed by the all to familiar metallic click of a gun cocking.