All characters, script, and ideas are from the movie Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. I don't own them. If I did, I would not have killed Penny. Enjoy, nonexistent readers! :)
-Melody Holmes III-

I stand up slowly, still recovering from the blast. If that idiot Captain Hammer hadn't tried to kill me, the Death Ray never would've exploded. This is completely his fault. A shaky smile forms across my face as I realize that I won. Captain Hammer fled the scene, crying like a baby, and no one appears to be hurt…

Except…

My smile fades as I see a particular red-headed person slumped against a nearby wall. I quickly run over and kneel down. "Penny? Penny! Oh…" My heart stops as I see the shards of Death Ray impaled in her chest and stomach.

She looks up at me and gives a weak smile. "…Billy? Is that you?" Her breathing is erratic and shaky, and I know she's seriously injured. Her floral shirt is stained with red.

"Penny, hold on. Oh no no no no no…." My hands are trembling, unsure where to put them, how to comfort her. My mind is racing, trying to decide what to do. I need to call an ambulance. No, I need to stay with her. But she needs help. But she needs someone to stay with her…

"Are you all right?" She asks, her beautiful eyes looking up at me with concern. I don't reply, tears beginning to form in my eyes. How can she be worried about me when she's in such danger, when she's so badly wounded?

I don't know what to say, what to do to make her feel better. How do I help her? How can I save the girl of my dreams? "Hold on, we'll…" Any words I say seem useless. Nothing I can say will change the fact that she's dying, life slipping away from her so quickly.

Then she says the most painful words I have ever heard in my entire life. She tries to smile as her head turns towards me. "It's okay. It's okay. Captain Hammer…will save us..."

"Penny?!"

My heart breaks. She's gone. The love of my life is dead.

Stunned, scared tears fill my eyes. My being here feels…wrong somehow. Her last words were about Captain Hammer. He should be here, the coward. She wanted him, not me. I stand slowly, shaking. I feel a crazed swirl of emotions: rage, pain, sadness. But mostly I feel numb. I hate myself for that. I should be sobbing, screaming, reacting to her death. Instead I do nothing.

The press crowds around me, snapping photos, asking questions. I ignore them all. Nothing matters now. I don't care about the fame or the money. The one thing I really cared about is gone.

And I couldn't do anything about it. All that's left to do is win. Accept my reward. Rule the city. Not that it matters.

So this is heartbreak.