Destroyer of Dreams part 3
Elizabeth: Get up! (intoning some spell with gutteral syllables while bile and spit ooze drooling from her mouth, pulls Bernard's bloody body from the grey metal floor of the Eiffel tower deck (A doll dropped to the floor is clutched with the last ounce of strength in Bernard's right hand, Elizabeth grabs Bernard by the hair on the nape of his neck and in a sweeping arc, plows his face, left eye first, into the guardrail overlooking the plaza below, Bernard winces in timlutuous agony again, and holding on lifts his head with a fistful of Bernards hair and forces him to look down, down to the avenue, down to the streeth where a crowd has drawn, over the dark grey guard rail. "Look at it! See this? This is your gay Paree! City of romance! City of flames, city of hell on earth. See it? See it? It's all mine. Mine! I control it all with a wave of my hand, just like I controlled your arms when you little henchmen trashed my flat. I am still in control, of you and this whole city!"
Bernard:(inbeteen the blood covering his face) I loved you once.
Elizabeth: (roaring) Love? we fucked, we did not love, you stupid old scumbag. (Turning his head to the crowd down below and forcing his balance nearly over the edge) See your beloved Paree? Say good bye." She began to roll him over the guardrail. In a moment he would be splatted over the streets of Paris, never to be afraid.
Elizabeth's matchless savagery was almost complete when Bernard, in the haze of his near, found the doll in his right hand.
When Bernard plunged the needles from the doll into her eyes, the scream emanating from her gaping maw seemed to rattle the very fabric of time.