Cole appears in his living room and stares at Nicole.
"I have been thinking, and I know you told me not to, but like I feel like you're using me," he says.
Nicole is sweeping up pieces of hay, the Scarecrow isn't in the room, "Hm? What was that?" She pauses and looks over at him.
"I said I feel like you're using me to torture people or something."
"Not at alllll," she leans the broom on the wall, "What gives you that idea?"
"The fact that you talked me into doing it when I was getting yelled at by the voices."
"Not my fault they knew what they were talking about...sure, they might not make it sound the best with their wording," Nicole says.
"No, you fucking convinced me to do it, not the voices, the voices just fucking helped you!"
"Not my fault they like good ideas."
"They don't like good ideas," Cole explains, "They have horrible violent ideas, you fucking manipulated me!"
"Aww no I didnt, who's telling you that?"
"Everything about this, the fact that when I talk to you I seem suddenly happier tells me everything I need to know," Cole says.
"What? That I'm actually trying to help you?" Nicole asks.
"You aren't helping me! You're using Andrew to make me feel good when I fuckin' torture people!"
"Who is Andrew?"
"You know who he fucking is, you goddamn rat."
"Not sure I do. And sheesh, that's some harsh words, homebrew."
"Don't fucking call me homebrew, I'm not your fuckin' friend," Cole's fingers turn featureless with rounded sharp points on the end.
"So you're just throwing away everything between us over a feeling?" Nicole asks.
"What is this a fucking break up?" Cole asks.
"Is that what you're making it? As far as I know we were still friends and you start acting like this to me?" Nicole says.
"We were never friends, Nicole! I've hated you since the beginning," Cole mutters.
Nicole makes a hurt expression and puts a hand to her chest, "Wow, I really thought you cared.."
"God, you're such a fucking drama queen!" Cole storms over to Nicole with pure rage in his eyes.
She gives a pitiful face, "Why are you so mad?" she almost sheds a tear.
"YOU FUCKING MANIPULATED ME INTO HURTING PEOPLE I LIKED! AND NOW I HAVE TO FUCKING EXPLAIN IT!"
Nicole cowers down some as she covers her face and begins crying.
"YOUR TEARS WILL MAKE A FINE DRINK," Cole snaps as a mug appears under Nicole's face. He plunges his claws into Nicole's chest and wraps his fingers around her ribs. She stops pretending to cry and tries to grab his arms, stunned. Cole stares Nicole in the eyes, "YOUR RIB CAGE WILL MAKE A FINE PIECE FOR MY COLLECTION"
She's still in shock from the pain as she's frozen in place. For once in her life, Cole can see a hint of fear in her eyes.
"YOUR PITIFUL EYES WILL NOT SAVE YOU," Cole rips Nicole's rib cage clean out. There's blood spilling everywhere as she falls over. Cole stomps on Nicole's open chest wound, "For good measure."
She's stopped moving as she stares forward, no longer breathing. Cole rips Nicole's eyes out and snaps, a jar of fluid appearing as he puts the eyes in the jar and snaps. The jar disappears.
Nicole Rose Moore, leader of the Collection, the Heart Cycle, is dead.