It all played out like a movie.
As he spoke she noticed his voice was scratchy from disuse and his blue eyes held the heavy weariness of war, "I'm sorry it had to end this way."
Her eyes were filled with tears, "War is not fair Oliver. If we are to be executed, then so be it. At the very least we can die knowing that we've helped the revolution."
One last hug, one last kiss, one last goodbye.
Appearances mattered little when she was disguised as a man. Long brown hair chopped off in favor of a short militaristic cut, and womanly curves hidden from view of other soldiers. No one had known a woman joined her husband to fight in the revolution.
They, like all the other prisoners of war waited to be executed.
As they dragged her away she turned to Oliver," I love you. Remember that."
Confusion painted his features, "Marie?"
"Don't worry, just take this chance. You'll be safe."
Marie walked to her death, and Oliver wished they had never joined the revolution. Not if it meant he had to watch her die from something other than old age.
Time slowed for him as they loaded the musket, and aimed at her head.
Oliver began to struggle,"Marie! Marie!"
Fear. Oliver experienced true fear. "Please, please don't kill her. I'll tell you all I know. Please, let her live."
The soldier holding the musket wavered as his commander visibly contemplated Oliver's plead.
The commander smirked cruelly," You rebel scum killed my sister. I feel like you deserve to know some of the pain I've been through. Shoot her...Oh and give him a nice view."
Oliver weakly struggled as a soldier forced him to come closer.
Marie looked at Oliver, eyes alive with hope.
The sounds of panic grew louder, she smiled and shouted to the skies, "'Vive la révolution!"
The musket was shot, and Marie was cruelly ripped away from him.
Chaos descended.
Canons tore threw the walls as if they were made of parchment.
Don't worry, take this chance. Her voice echoed in his head.
Oliver broke the neck of the unaware soldier who held him, and took the sword pushing his grief away until he went some where safe.
Killing men left and right, all Oliver looked for was an exit.
The countless soldiers blended together and took the form of the soldier who had shot Marie.
A rage like no other consumed him, his sorrow could barely be held at bay. Oliver wanted nothing more than to strike his heart with his sword, but knew better. Marie had given him this chance and he would not waste it.
Oliver fought every soldier that came his way. Reaching an exit he ran through the streets, looking to the world as just another peasant trying to get away from the anarchy of war.
The vision faded and Mai awoke, heart racing and tears running down her face.
What did I just see?
Author's Note: Hello, it isn't the first time I've posted on this site, but back then I really sucked at writing so I deleted my stories. Lets just say they were really embarrassing to read. Sorry this is so short. Anyways this is a Ghost Hunt Fanfiction if you haven't already noticed, once again not the first time I've written one, but certainly the first one I've posted away from Tumblr. I don't have a beta, so apologies if any thing seems remiss. I'm really debating leaving this as is because it is so hard to get inspiration for a story, and yes, I can be a very lazy author.
I hope you've enjoyed reading this.