[ WP ] A character kills their narrator .

The Plains of Paradox, a place of infinity that does not exist and is all over, is everywhere and nowhere, never was and always is. This place is the home to the woman who watches, the Bound Observer. Her whole life has been lived here in the Plains of Paradox, in a structure called the Impossible Basilica. Impossible though it might be, it exists and at the same time does n't. 
 
 It always has though, and never will. This Observer, she does n't exist either, except that she does. She is sitting at a desk currently and typing on a keyboard, and she is very uncomfortable about this fact because she is currently writing about herself writing about herself writing about herself and so on. 
 
 The desk sits by the massive wooden entrance doors. Behind her, rows and rows of pews extending to infinity minus one. She glances over her shoulder at the strange sight, staring at the point where it all fades into black obscurity with concern. Laughter rings out from the darkness, echoing off the stained glass windows depicting great heroes and might battles and the polished marble of the walls. 
 
 `` How can someone be here?'' the observer hisses, fingers still flying across her keyboard. ``... it's not fucking possible...'' 
 
 When she looks back, one of her many monitors is flashing. One hand continues to fly on the keyboard, the other moves to the mouse. She clicks on the screen, trying to get the task manager open, but she finds that all the controls are locked. A command prompt opens and lines of code scroll down so fast even the observer ca n't read them. The low, menacing laugh echoes behind her again. It's a female's laugh, she is sure of it. What disturbs her about it is that she can not see the person. 
 
 The observer can not see who is present in her domain. The code finishes scrolling and a program opens up, a chat program. 
 
 *'' Hello. `` * 
 
 `` What the hell!? How do you keep accessing my system!?'' she demands, her voice adding to the echoes that do not make sound yet never seem to stop. 
 
 *'' My dear, I am the Queen of this place. Your mother, your daughter, your sister... all that you are I am and more,'' * the person chatting with her says. *'' You came before me and yet I created you. I came after you and yet you are my offspring. `` * 
 
 ``... why... why are you here?'' the observer asks, typing on two keyboards at once. 
 
 *'' You asked me to come here. Or will ask me, in the future. Do n't you want a name? `` * 
 
 The observer stares at the question. 
 
 `` A... A name...? I do n't understand?'' 
 
 *'' Are you not a person? Do you not live and eat? Breathe? Do you not gratify yourself when I do, when sexual intercourse is sought out by me? You are made to watch me, because the Fates can not watch me themselves because I exist outside of time,'' * the Paradox Queen replies, laughing out of the dark again, though this time from above. The observer looks up, up to the darkness above. The basilica goes upwards forever, as far as she knows. *'' Do you not want a name? Do you not deserve one? `` * 
 
 `` I... I do n't understand...'' 
 
 *'' My dear, tonight I die, and tonight you die, as far as the instance of myself that exists in the primary timeline is concerned. I kill myselves to save all existence, to stop myself and stop time from being destroyed. In fact, in some ways, it has already happened, and is happening, and has yet to happen. That is the nature of this place, of Paradox Space, of this the most fragile of realities between behind above and below all other realities. `` * 
 
 `` So... So I'm going to die...?'' the observer asks nervously. 
 
 The laugh comes again, this time from right behind her. She does n't turn around to look. She knows who is behind her because she can smell the woman's armor, and blood, and perfume and something not unlike red wine. 
 
 `` Yes you are, my dear. I know I spoke of our familial relation, but of course we are not actually related,'' the Queen says softly. `` Do you wish to have a name? You have done your job well, and delivered the story of my existence to the Fates in a constant stream.'' 
 
 `` Your voice is... so much more beautiful in person than when heard through speakers,'' the observer says breathlessly. `` You would give me a name?'' 
 
 `` If you want one, my dear, before together we die finally. Thousands of timelines, centuries of observation... we are closer than close, despite having only spoken a few times. You and I are closer than any other two people can ever be,'' the Queen whispers, brushing the observers pure white, many colored hair aside and leaning down to kiss her softly on her neck, just below her ear. `` May I name you?'' 
 
 The observer shivers. 
 
 `` Please, my Queen. Name me.'' 
 
 The Queen lightly bites down on her ear before answering. 
 
 `` Your name is Elise, my dear Bound Observer, and I love you.'' 
 
 The observer rises, her hand falling to her pants where a keyboard is clipped. Keyboards and words, they are her life. She has many of them, and unique solutions for constantly recording even when she must leave the Basilica to seek food or to use the restroom. She types even as she turns and faces her Queen. 
 
 The woman is so very tall and fearsome. Her hair is short and red, styled up into a fauxhawk. Her eyes do not exist, she gave them up some time ago to see the tree of time itself. They were burnt from her sockets when she peered into the heart of forever. A thin black cloth is tied around her head, covering them. Her face is scarred heavily on one side but it does not mar her beauty. Elise's eyes, a rainbow of colors that do n't exist, flick to her lips. They look so soft, so darkly red and full and perfect. 
 
 `` I've known you for so long, my Queen. I think... I think I love you too.'' 
 
 The Queen chuckles, resting her arms on the shorter woman's shoulders. Her strange armor is matte black and powered by magic. On her hip, the mighty sword Ravenous that hungers for blood, and on her back the sword Forever that can inflict wounds before the sword is even drawn. 
 
 `` What do you want to do now?'' the Queen asks. 
 
 `` I want... I want to know what you feel like... against me. Can I... know that?'' 
 
 The Queen steps back and spreads her arms. Her armor splits open, crawling like flesh away from her until her naked front half is exposed. On her stomach, a simple crown is tattooed in red. Scars mark much of her body. Her legs and arms are revealed to be synthetic replacements. One particular scar is situated right between her breasts - a surgical scar from a heart replacement. 
 
 `` You may have anything you like in these last few hours we share together, my dear Elise.'' 
 
 And so Elise too strips her clothing away, a difficult feat while she remains typing. A keyboard is carried with her, wireless, until they reach the place she sometimes lays down on to rest. There is another keyboard right there, next to the mattress on the floor. The women fall upon it and for the first time, the observer - no, Elise - enjoys something she has never enjoyed before. Privacy. 
 
 Even as love is made, she types, but slower and fewer words. She gives no detail. This is hers, you understand. This is hers and hers alone! No one else can have this! It belongs to her! 
 
 The time passes quickly as their passion burns hotter than a thousand suns. There is not enough poetry in any timeline and in any reality or universe to describe the things that Elise feels. She knows she is in love. She knows she has been in love forever, for her whole existence. She is beyond happy and now the nervousness is gone. She does not feel fear over her impending doom any longer. 
 
 When it is done, the monitors over her mattress are watched by both. The Queen faces down a much uglier and much more evil version of herself - another instance of the Queen that is. This is the battle to save time, to save all of reality, but it does n't matter at all because then that instance of the Queen goes back in time with her evil counterpart and they fight in front of the Queen's childhood home. A woman and man open the front door, and the Queen shoots them both in the head. The image freezes and then goes to static. 
 
 `` So now you never existed,'' Elise says softly, looking to the Queen. `` It is now over. Time has been saved.'' 
 
 `` Yes, my dear. Yes, indeed. I am now dead. I exist only for your benefit, for only a moment longer,'' the Queen replies, leaning in close and kissing her gently on the lips. 
 
 `` When you go, will I be alone before I too go?'' 
 
 The Queen nods. 
 
 `` Indeed you will, my love. But fear not being alone, for when you too fade we will be together in the vast expanse of Never Was, and we can strike out to find what there is to find there. We will be together forever.'' 
 
 `` I love you so much. I'm so very sorry about your existence, and having to murder your parents.'' 
 
 `` I enjoyed killing them. I'm a monster, remember... had to make myself into this horrible thing to survive so I could kill myself,'' the Queen replies. 
 
 `` Do n't... do n't even call yourself horrible. You're beautiful. Perfect... in every single way.'' 
 
 The Queen chuckles softly and kisses her cheek. 
 
 `` You're too kind. Goodbye, for now.'' 
 
 The Queen goes very still then, still propped up on her elbow. Elise ca n't help but cry tears that do not exist but still drip upon the bed as the color drains out of every inch of the woman she loves. Moments later, the Queen is as dust. A wind that does not blow scatters that dust into the lands beyond existence, the lands of Never Was. 
 
 She lays back then, waiting for the end to come. Her own Queen has killed her now. She feels peaceful though. There is nothing to fear from her death. Nothing to fear from anything anymore. The end is just another beginning. 
 
 Together forever. 
 
 A smile graces her face, even as she types. It gets harder to move her fingers to type, but that's okay too. Elise is happy... so very happy. 
 
 And now she goes onward as her Queen did, to move forward into the lands of Nev
