A/N: Gosh, I'm a sucker for depressing Marco monos, aren't I? Enjoy and please review! (I welcome *Constructive Criticism*, thanks)
by Jessica DragonTamer
Don't think, man. Don't think, don't feel, don't exist.
Don't exist.
Crouch behind his consciousness. Hide, stay still and maybe he'll forget you.
Maybe.
When he leaves tomorrow-
No. don't think about it.
Don't want to attract his attention. Don't do anything to attract his attention.
Ignore what he's doing to that Gedd. Ignore how much he enjoys it.
Think back to happier times.
Think about playing video games, or flying, or Ax stuffing his face.
Ax. His last, heroic stand. His twisted, rotten body lying on the ground like so much tras-
No. Happier times: joking with Jake, teasing Rach-
Rachel becoming a controller.
I can't stand this. Tomorrow, when he leaves,-
Don't think of it. He'll hear.
Just be quiet, and hope he doesn't notice.
He won't hear. He's to busy with that Gedd.
Only until tomorrow.
One day.
Marco felt the yeerk slide out. He saw the hork-bajir on either side, as he slid to the ground. He gathered what energy he had left, and turned to face one of them.
No!
I don't want to do this.
What do I mean?
I want this like nothing I've ever wanted before.
Freedom...
Marco felt a surge of pain as a blade pushed through him, he gasped. It hurt, but it would get him away...
I still want this.
Like nothing I've ever wanted before, and like nothing I'll ever want again...
Marco's mouth opened, ready to scream in agony.
No! I won't die crying.
"Free or dead," he screamed, his voice echoing in the large yeerk pool cavern. "FREE OR DEAD!" He yelled again, and took his last breath.
Confusing? Odd? Just review!