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Realistic or Modern Fate's Flame

He held out his hand to her, tears in his eyes at the fate that the two were burdened with. His fingers lightly brushed her hands and the cold grip of death passed from him to her
 
Is this some kind of satire that I am unfortunately a part of? The lead I never wanted or asked to be? Valeria was wandering through the forest and anyone who she crossed paths with didn't seem to take notice of her. It was like she didn't remember her life being taken right before her very eyes or what had happened in the hut. Everything felt normal for her, as if she was still alive, but she still felt cold.


"Hello! I am standing right here before you!" She yelled, clearly annoyed, as she watched some peasant walking right by her, not even sparing her a glance. "Am I somehow shunned by the city of Pompeii? Is this Marcus' doing?" She was growing a bit angry at Marcus, but shook it off. She was being quite unreasonable, especially as she was now dead.



The sorceress was watching the two lovers enviously from her hiding spot that no one could see. She had a deep hatred for love, especially one that ran so deep. I'm going to place a curse upon all of you... I already did with that stupid girl with the hazel eyes and that lovesick boy whose lover pines for another. Those two shall be next and as well as the rest of their little group...
 
Marcus slowly felt her heartbeat against his fade, he couldn't bare it anymore at this and screamed like he never did. He held onto her clothes, clenching them and keeping her close to him not letting go. He couldn't just accept it, she wasn't dead for him but reality hit him hard as her body grew colder under his touch. He slowly pulled her away from him placing her gently on the floor. He slowly brushed her hair from her forehead. He had stopped crying a few hours ago. She was dead now and he could see it. He stayed by her side for hours until the sun rose to the sky. He couldn't let her just like that. He grabbed one of the shovels that was in the small hut and started digging away from the hut in the verge of the cliff facing the city. It took him a few hours and it was around noon when he finished. He was practically a zombie at this point. He held her bridal, gently placing her in the deep hole. He looked at her before pulling out one of his rings and placing it in her hand. At his knees, he started writing in a piece of parchment all of what they had done and the memories he passed with her. He occasionally smiled remembering as his eyes teared up all the time. He finally finished by explain everything that had occurred, how he felt for her, how he imagined their future and how he wanted to ask her hand. Everything that was related to them. It was basically his love letter to her. He rolled it and placed it in her hands. He then stood back up and at every earth that he threw over her dead body, the more he could feel his hatred for the city, his father anyone honestly. He hated all of them. He finally finished by plunging the wooden cross he made in the forest and added a few flowers, like the one he gave her the first time. He made it look beautiful and he simply stayed there on his knees looking at her grave in silence occasionally looking at the city. He didn't see it under the same eye. ''They can all burn to hell for all I know,'' he simply said gazing off at the city when he felt the usual small earthquakes they had recently. 
I swear to god, all of you killed me now. I teared up and actually had a tear fall cause I felt the pain of my character... I hate you all now.
 
Tony was stood outside the cave, tears falling down his face at the loss of his friend. He followed Marcus quietly, keeping out of sight, hoping he didn't do anything stupid. He watched her bury her, but that was his breaking point, and he bolted away, scampering away to his home, hiding inside in the corner
 
Ana watched Marcus bury her with tears in her eyes. The moment she saw her body in his hands she knew that she was dead. She longed to touch him and tell him that it was alright, that she was fine but she wasn't. She was dead, and although she'd tried she couldn't reach him. It was like she wasn't even there anymore and simply passed through him. She cried for Marcus, hating to see him in pain, as she watched him bury her. It truly was a beautiful grave, and she prayed for his soul. And for a while she stood with him, hoping that he would feel her presence and that it would bring him some comfort but she knew it was a lost cause. Looking out towards the city, she spotted Valeria walking towards them. She looked angry, but it wasn't all that surprising to Anastasia. This wasn't the first time.
 
Decimius looked at Ana sadly "Anastasia?" His voice was different in death, more of a whisper, he sounded slightly more confident too.
 
"Decimius," she gasped looking up at him. She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're dead too?" She asked pulling back to look at him through tear filled eyes.


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"I did all I could" he looked down at her sadly "to try and stop them...I wanted you to be happy...with Marcus" he hugged her back
 
"It's not your fault," she said softly through tear filled eyes. "I just can't bare to see him this way." She dashed the tears away from her eyes and hugged Demicius tighter, needed the comfort of her friend. She stiffened and pulled back, smiling at him weekly. "You can talk again," she commented with a brief giggle.
 
Valeria spotted Anastasia and Decimius, as well as Marcus. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she made her way over to them, breaking into a light sprint. Relief filled her as she saw Anastasia was well.


"What is going on here? Did someone die?" Valeria looked to Marcus who just ignored her, staring off into the distance. She noticed he was crying. "Marcus, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it is not very manly for a man to be shedding tears." She stepped in front of him. "Hello?" She waved a hand before his eyes and he didn't flinch. "What is wrong with everyone tonight!?" She can feel herself growing angry once again.
 
"Valeria," Ana said softly. "He can't hear you. I'm the one who died. He just buried me," she said as a fresh round of tears formed. She tried to reach out for Marcus, put her hand went straight through his shoulder.
 
Valeria's eyes widened and a laugh left her, even though she saw Anastasia's hand go right through Marcus' shoulder. "Oh no, Ana... No, that cannot be true. Is this some kind of twisted joke? I know I had sipped a bit too much today, but..." She let out a sigh as she brushed her hair back with her fingers. "If you are dead, then Decimius here is dead as well..." She scoffed. "... but I do not feel dead. I feel as normal as this morning when I woke up..." Her voice dropped a bit as she spoke, more to herself than to Ana, "Though there is a bit of a chill in the air and that is strange..."


Valeria walked a few steps away and rubbed a hand over her face.
It made sense. Everything made sense: why no one seemed to notice and see right through her, why she never felt out of breath, why she felt cold every second now. "This cannot be the afterlife..."
 
"What is being dead supposed to feel like, Valeria? I just watched him bury me, I am indeed dead and so are you," she said with an exhausted voice. She felt drained. She longed to reach out and take Marcus in her arms, comfort him and wipe away his tears but she couldn't. This was her own personal hell and she wondered how she'd offended the Gods to deserve such a fate.
 
He looked at Anastasia, the tears returning to his eyes but this time not for his loss of any chance of her loving him but for how she felt at having lost Marcus "I'm sorry, Anastasia" he whispered into her ear
 
Valeria glared at Anastasia. "Hush, you! You speak the lies of the lord of the underworld..." She hissed before she took of running again. She hated the way Anastasia was being, she never was this cold. Valeria just couldn't come to terms with it.


Valeria found herself outside of Tony's home and she entered, since knocking would be useless for her hand would just go right through. She found Tony hiding in the corner of his room and she frowned.



Sitting down beside him, she remembered the night when Decimius injured himself. Tony was there for her when no one else was.



"I apologise, dear Tony..." If she was alive at the moment, she would have been blushing and her heart would be aching in her chest. However that was not possible. Her cheeks will remain pale and lifeless; her heart still and frozen in time. But that would just be for the time being.
 
Tony fiddled about in his pockets, finding his small pocket knife, already coated with dried blood. It was the same knife he used to make the neat lines on his wrists, and he stared at it quietly, contemplating something. He looked down at the floor, tears in his eyes as he brought his knees to his chest, and started unwrapping the bandages around his wrists
 
Valeria's eyes widened as she stared at the blood coated knife Tony pulled out. "T-tony! Do not do that!" She couldn't believe her eyes. She never knew Tony injured himself, always thinking that his injuries were from work or some sort. Tears would have sprung to her eyes, but they remained dry.


The sorceress, hidden in the shadows, watched silently. Do it, Tony, you know you want the release from this world... The curse upon him was already set.
 
Tony gulped, mumbling to himself as he unwrapped the bandages, and picked up the knife, making deep cuts on both wrists until there were at least 10, and watched as the red flowed onto the floor rapidly. His eyes flickered closed after a while, his breathing and heartbeat slowing until they stopped completely
 
"You fool!" Valeria bellowed as she went to slap her hands against his body, but her hands went right through him. She got up with a huff and left the house with haste.


The sorceress smirked to herself and disappeared off into the night as she saw that her job here was done. She then went off to stalk Marcus to make sure he, too, will have his heart stopped.
 
Tonys eyes opened and he stood, turning around to where he had been sat, and stumbled backward when he saw his own lifeless body. His eyes widened as he looked at himself and then at his body, noting that the bleeding wounds on his real body were mere scars on the one he currently inhabited. He frowned, moving forward to pat himself on the cheek, and toppled backward when his hand went straight through, "W-What?"
 
Decimius left Anastasia to pine over Marcus silently and headed off to the Forest. It felt oddly quiet without the familiar snapping of twigs under his feet. He slumped down against a random tree and started to cry silently. Everyone else had someone. He was all alone. 
Decimius left Anastasia to pine over Marcus silently and headed off to the Forest. It felt oddly quiet without the familiar snapping of twigs under his feet. He slumped down against a random tree and started to cry silently. Everyone else had someone. He was all alone.
 
Marcus was silent still next to her grave. He didn't find it in him to leave her even if it was already night. He could see the festivities in the city, all of them celebrating Vulcanalia, the festival of the roman god of fire. ''Oh..It was today..'' he thought looking far away and seeing the fire they had just made. They were probably all drunk by now, his father must of been there or still imprisoned in his own castle. Marcus looked away, still on his knees. He looked at where he had just buried the love of his life, '' I'm lost Anastasia...I don't know what to do..'' he said feeling the tears forming his eyes. He slowly stood up, walking towards the hut lifeless. It was like he was empty, gone, his eyes were just tears. He walked in and saw a green ribbon, he remembered seeing Valeria wearing it almost all the time. He took it wondering what it was doing here and he looked at the disgusting inside of the place. He didn't wince or anything. He didn't care...He just wanted to find that witch.
 
Ana followed him, determined to stay by his side until the day he died. "You'll figure it out, my love. You always do. I miss you so much already," she whispered to him as she moved her hand to brush his hair but it was useless.
 

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