Vendetta
Mercutio is dead.
His cousin's cry echoed in his ears like words in a void. No, it couldn't have happened… And it was his entire fault. If he hadn't sidestepped and taken the hit himself, he would have been the one slain but Mercutio would still be…
But no, he realized; it hadn't been his doing. He wasn't the one to cause this. He didn't start the quarrel; he didn't fight to kill; he didn't stab Mercutio's chest. The man in front of him did. Tybalt: The man—no, the monster he had previously claimed to love had killed Mercutio.
His eyes filled with rage. He was no longer thinking of his dear Juliet and the cousin she loved. He only though of this wicked fiend that murdered his friend and was still alive about his triumph; he only thought of hate.
He drew his sword and fearlessly attacked without a care for even his own life. Nothing mattered anymore, not even survival. The only thing that still meant anything to him was avenging Mercutio's death.
Slash after violent slash, he attacked endlessly, parrying and evading Tybalt's hits out of pure habit instead of out of any aversion to being wounded, for any physical pain inflicted on him would be completely eclipsed by the pain inside his battling heart.
After what seemed like an eternity of clashing steel, something he thought was impossible happened: The edge of his sword struck Tybalt's side.
Both stopped, panting. The Prince of Cats, bleeding but still standing, dropped his sword; it fell onto the stone streets with a sharp metallic clang. Tybalt grasped onto his wound, as if grasping on to life itself, and shot a piercing look at Romeo.
"Thou art a villain," he uttered with his last breath before the fell.
Romeo stood there, awestruck, his drawn sword still in his hand. Benvolio was shouting something at him, but he could not hear him. As reason swept back into his senses, he thought of what had just occurred. He realized then the series of mistakes he had made leading up to what would be his execution under Prince Escalus's severe laws.
And Juliet… He would never see her again! The soreness in his heart was greater than ever.
"I am Fortune's fool!" he cried out desperately.
He finally managed to hear Benvolio's words, and obeyed them, for fleeing was the only thing Romeo could do.
Uploaded as requested by a friend. This is one of the tasks in my IB English A2 HL Portfolio, so I guess it's not really a fanfiction. But I really did enjoy writing it. So... if anyone even reads this, please review! (crosses fingers and hopes for 7's in May)
