It's not that he/she is being stubborn or stupid and deserves whatever fate he/she gets, it's that this particular character knows that his/her death will be a catalyst that ushers in my main heroine Penny's departure from her mundane life into the fantastical Faery Realm--a transition that absolutely must happen and from which there's no turning back once it occurs. Thus, my character valiantly accepts his/her roll as a metaphysical Gatekeeper in this particular tale.
This self-sacrifice on my doomed character's part just makes writing the next couple of scenes even harder for me. I mourn his/her loss already even though I haven't written his/her grisly demise yet. (And it will be grisly!) It has to be shocking in order to convince Penny, much like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, that she isn't in Kansas anymore...or, in Penny's case, Sleepy Hollow, NY! (Yes, that's as much of a hint as you're going to get! LOL)
Honestly, I think I'll still be looking for a way out of this up until the moment when my ill-fated friend takes his/her final breath...
Oh well! At least I can say I tried to save them! It's not my fault if he/she refuses to listen! Right? Right...Then why do I feel so guilty right now?
I guess there's no point in stalling anymore. My character's mind is set. He/she even put on clean underwear for this particularly morbid "special occasion"...Looks like it's a long slow march to the gallows!
Wish me luck! I'm gonna need it plus a whole box of tissues when this is all said and done. Just call me Mia the Undertaker!