Hello! This is my first fic so bear with me. I decided to write about the
play Rome and Jewels. I saw it a week ago and had a sudden sprout of
inspiration.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Rome's Last Thoughts
No. This can't be real. My friend is at his last breath. I beg him to be okay but it is in vain. He dies in my arms. I have never felt such pain before. No tears or any other expression could express what I feel right now.
I could still hear the gun shots.
As our friend lies in the quiet of death we fight on. I know who to blame foe his death.
Tybault.
My other homies must have noticed this too 'cause they started beating Tybault with a vengeance.
I look at the dead figure of Marcusio. Sadness washed over me. I took his hand in remorse, wishing it not to be true. I put his hand to my cheak, taking in this new reality. Oh, this hurts. I miss him already.
The sorrow that I feel suddenly turns to anger as I turn to Tybault. A surge goes through me as I give Tybault one good, hard kick in almost blinding rage.
After that, it all blurred together. One body drops right after another. All falling to death.
I look at Tybault, now lying dead in cold blood, anger, and vengeance. When I look at him, I truly looked at him. His body as lifeless as the rest. He is no better then the rest. He is no worse then the rest. It is not his fault, for they all suffer the same fate, no matter what differences they had.
I don't want this.
The realization hits me hard.
I never wanted this.
I look at Tybault then walk to Marcusio, but it seems like a force is keeping me from him. His gentle soul.
I look at around.
My hoomies, my friends, my brothers, all lying dead.
I want to tell them that they are the best. As if they're still alive and everything was cool, but it's not.
How did this happen? I never saw it coming. I am truly fortunes fool.
Than I hear a gun shot.
One last gunshot, for one last person.
The End
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Rome's Last Thoughts
No. This can't be real. My friend is at his last breath. I beg him to be okay but it is in vain. He dies in my arms. I have never felt such pain before. No tears or any other expression could express what I feel right now.
I could still hear the gun shots.
As our friend lies in the quiet of death we fight on. I know who to blame foe his death.
Tybault.
My other homies must have noticed this too 'cause they started beating Tybault with a vengeance.
I look at the dead figure of Marcusio. Sadness washed over me. I took his hand in remorse, wishing it not to be true. I put his hand to my cheak, taking in this new reality. Oh, this hurts. I miss him already.
The sorrow that I feel suddenly turns to anger as I turn to Tybault. A surge goes through me as I give Tybault one good, hard kick in almost blinding rage.
After that, it all blurred together. One body drops right after another. All falling to death.
I look at Tybault, now lying dead in cold blood, anger, and vengeance. When I look at him, I truly looked at him. His body as lifeless as the rest. He is no better then the rest. He is no worse then the rest. It is not his fault, for they all suffer the same fate, no matter what differences they had.
I don't want this.
The realization hits me hard.
I never wanted this.
I look at Tybault then walk to Marcusio, but it seems like a force is keeping me from him. His gentle soul.
I look at around.
My hoomies, my friends, my brothers, all lying dead.
I want to tell them that they are the best. As if they're still alive and everything was cool, but it's not.
How did this happen? I never saw it coming. I am truly fortunes fool.
Than I hear a gun shot.
One last gunshot, for one last person.
The End