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The kiss had turned on him and backfired completely. He pulled away slightly, wincing as the Rod pierced his blackened heart.
"Ashlyn..." he murmured, trying to force the words out as blood spilled into his mouth. "I think I love you too, you little b***h..." He coughed, blood splattering all over all that was around them.
He kissed her again, and the kiss was now a mixture of what it had started as and what it had become. When his eyes closed, it was for the final time.
It was just that, dying together as Marik had kept his loyal companion in his arms, dying with their lips still locked.
It was starting to get quiet in the base of the Rare Hunters, they started to worry, they haven't seen their leader, or their second in command. . .it had started to cause them to just walk in circles until they decided to head to their leader's room, to see if Marik and Ashlyn were doing alright.
"Should we knock, or just..walk in?" on asked, shakily putting his hand on the door knob and knocking on the door.....no response. He knocked once again on the door and spoke. "Ashlyn?....Marik?" He had opened the door after twisting the door knob, finding the light just dim, barely on as just sunlight from a creak of a window shining on the large bed containing Marik and Ashlyn.
"Did we..come in at a bad time..?" one thought, walking closer and found that their skin, both were a bit pale, and indeed, a bit stiff. "They....they are dead...." One found, finding that Marik laid on his bed with his arms around Ashlyn it seemed, thus, his left hand wrapped tightly around her waist and his right wrapped with his hand rested at the back of her head, but now, fallen at his side. "Should we....bury them? Keep them here?'" One wasn't sure what to do with their leader and co-leader. "It looks they are locked together with their lips..I think it's best to bury them together like this?" He shrugged.
They carefully panic for a moment, their leaders were gone, and they didn't know what to do. They exited the room, locking the door and closing all windows, except leaving a tiny crack to allow light, they were just guessing, that Marik would probably want his body to be left alone, as well with Ashlyn,
"What do we do? We no longer have a leader....!" one was sweating, unsure of what to do now, they were completely lost with-out their leader, and the other just crossed his arms and laughed. "Perhaps Marik and Ashlyn........" The other soon hit him upside the head. "Produced a child? I hardly doubt he would leave without leaving us a leader..." They became silent. Produced a child...OH GREAT!? Marik and Ashlyn were both, just horrible people, producing a child was probably like.....a demon with anger issues.
Another had walked nearby, holding a dark skinned, blond child, about a year of age, it had seemed their theory was correct. It was a boy, Marik's now son. An the other only glanced at each-other, backing up as they just wanted to scream. "Marik and Ashlyn's.....OH NO!!" They nearly pulled their hair out and ran out of the base to settle their thoughts before returning.
The child, the small, half egyptian boy, with the looks of his father besides the fact of his mother's eyes, just gave off such a creepy smile.
.......To be continued.
 -Atems-Fairy- · Tue Apr 07, 2009 @ 06:19pm · 0 Comments |
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