Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine…
(AN: I have no idea what's up with me these days, I'm writing a lot of depressing fics… and it's hard to believe since normally I'm so happy… and I have to write so many others as well... thank goodness for summer though… I graduate in a little less than three weeks! WHEEE! Right, so please read and review. Thanks! )
Death
It was in the instant that the ax traveled in its downward sweep that he knew. It was the few, last precious moments that he had finally understood. Death was the only peace he would ever have, ever find. And he gladly welcomed it. He casually wondered if the blow would hurt, but he was not afraid. He did not feel pain. The only real pain came from his heart; that he would not be with her when the baby was born. He would not be able to hold the small child and know that it was because of them it was there.
But she was there in the crowd. Some how, she had found out where he was, and for some reason she had come. He had seen her as he had looked blankly out into the crowd, she had been there, a hood covered her head and only her bright blue eyes had shown through the dark shadow. He had loved those eyes. They were able to hold so many emotions, happiness, anger, fear and love. They had once held love for him. Now they only held fear and pain. He had seen the rivers flow from her eyes and how she had tried desperately to catch his eyes again once he looked away. A man next to her had been holding her close, trying to comfort her, his own blue eyes filled with sadness as well. 'Take good care of her…' He thought sadly. And the ax hit his neck.
It was silent. Completely silent, and then a chocking cry from a stranger in robes a hood covering her face. Over the field alight with torches and the gathered crowd, and shooting star glided through the sky like a soul slipping off to another body.