Well hello! Long time,heh? So,I'm back! Unluckly I am only able to write during my vacations,too many,many work to be done,ya know! I was needing to get a life. Leaving my boring life aside,here is the next chapter. I hope it's good,I'm trying my best to write everything right but I'm still learning English,so please be patient. Welll,this is the end. By the way,the next chapters will be in 2018. This one is still in 2003.

After getting dressed,the both breathed slowly,as if there wasn't oxygen enough in the room. The tension was way too big and Serena was sure that she'd have a panic attack at any moment.
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A few other knocks on the door,now they really had to go. After all,there was way more people in the line.

The guards watched them as they walked together out of the room. They also couldn't help but notice that almost everything was untouched,the towels,condoms,soaps...Just the bed seemed to have been used. Not that it was their business,but they never knew that Dr. Kogan had fetishes for...convicts.

As Marcus walked,being watched by the doctor and with the guards,he closed his eyes for a moment. He wasn't praying or asking God to help him. Actually,he was the last person to think. His thoughts were full of Serena. All his talks with her passed by his eyes as if they were something like a movie. Before he got away from Serena,he said:
"Funny thing..."
"M-Marcus..." started to say,her voice way too weak,barely able to be heard.

"They say that,when death is near,our life passes by our eyes as if it was a movie..." He continued "The only thing I see is you..."

Serena's eyes looked so sad that anyone would think she was his wife or someone related to him,as if she knew him, the real Marcus,not the one who said those pretty things to her,the one who murdered three people. The convict. Not that she minded. She couldn't care less,she was also in her way to death and also wasn't that good, after all,some experiences go wrong and some people die. To her,these things happen,naturally as if it was a rain in the winter.

Serena held her clipboard tightly for a few seconds,and then touched his face,caressing his cheek with her thumb.

"M-Marcus...Thank you..." she said with her small voice,she was literally tired "...and I'm sorry." That was all she could do,for now.

Her hand slipped away from him,going to rest on his left shoulder.

"No one lives forever..." he said as he felt the guards pushing him away from her,and seeing another guard,a fat red headed one,take her out.

As her hand slipped away from him again,she looked at him with a mixture of pity and hope. With a blink of an eye she was out,but he still could feel the few seconds that his hand brushed on hers,as if it was a ghost.

The priest came.

"Marcus " the old man holding a Bible started to say. He was tall and slim,with a deep rough voice,not very alike a common priest. Maybe he was tired,or he just didn't like Marcus at all. " this is your last opportunity to make a confession..."

He didn't seem to have listened to the priest,because he simply ignored the old man.

Looking straight ahead,taking a few deep,steady breaths,he struggled to not succumb to the fear.

"Is there nothing you'd like to say to Officer Martinez' family?" the priest said as they walked into a white room. There was an hospital bed,a pretty simple one,with a white small pillow which Marcus was more than sure that was terrible and would give him neck aches,not that it mattered now.

Looking down,Marcus said before lying on the bed: "What can I say...? " A needle connected to a small tube,connected to the machines,punctured Marcus forearm "I was seventeen,I was angry. I was stupid."

A pair of fingers turned the valve to release the lethal chemicals.

Marcus flinched a bit and his eyes looked up towards the roof ,in blank,as if he wasn't there,his breath was still a bit normal but he felt as if this was happening with someone else.

Maybe it was?

Maybe it had all been just a nightmare?

A stupid deadly real nightmare.

For a moment,he could see his own reflection in a small one-way mirror,his reflection as the dim shapes of witness beyond.

"Yeah...I'm sorry about it...I'm sorry about everything." Marcus mumbled " The whole goddamn world..."

As the lethal injection took hold,his point of view became blurry,looking to bright lights also wouldn't help,he knew,but at least he'd see the light before everything is gone.

Losing focus and bleaching to white,Marcus tried to breath.

Suddenly,a face emerged from the white lights,as if it was an angel,blacklit and blurred at first.

It was Serena.

Marcus smiled softly and weakly as he managed to focus on her one quickly last time.

She was wearing those doctors masks,but not fully. It was more covering her chin. Marcus could see her worried look,but he didn't minded.

Nothing matters when you're dieing.

Nothing except her.

He was glad that he had a chance to see her,to look at those chocolate eyes for at least one last time,even if it was for just a matter of seconds.

Suddenly,his eyes started to go up,closing,his breath was caught on his throat and then everything was black.

Darkness was all he had for now.

Soooooo,thats it,I hope you guys liked. There will be more,this one is just to finish the past part or it would be pretty confusing both to me and you guys. Dont forget to review and share the fanfic. It helps me a lot. Thank you and Au Revoir!

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NV Berke