~Love is Death~
Chapter 3: Goodbye
Snow laced the cold gray slate of stone. Tabitha placed a bouquet of tulips into the snow in front of the new tombstone. Behind her stood Fred, Todd, and the X-Men. She dusted the frosted ice from the face of the tombstone, her fingers tracing the letters.
Lance "Avalanche" Alvers
1986-2002
Flowers, little trinkets and memories lay at the feet of the grave. Kitty burst into tears and ran away with Kurt by her side. Tabitha stood and turned to the distant white-haired boy crouched at the base of another grave.
"Should we get him?" Fred asked. Tabitha wiped a tear from her face.
"No, leave him." she advised. They began to walk through the aisles on end of markers, each representing one less mouth to feed, one more empty seat, one more broken heart....
*
Evan stood behind his long-term rival in the falling snow. For once he almost felt sorry for the usual arrogant punk; almost. He closed his eyes in grief, remembering the time he saw her body lifeless. He hadn't been able to stop himself from crying no matter how hard he tried. The tears just flooded down his cheeks. They had not stopped until now, before her grave.
A hand touched his shoulder and he turned to see Rogue next to him. Jean and Scott were further off. she offered him a sympathetic smile.
"Let's go Evan..." she whispered kindly. He took one last look at the tombstone and the boy knelt before it, then left the both of them behind.
*
Pietro placed a single rose on the snow dusted tombstone. The blood-red petals seemed to sink into the snow. His pale finger had been cut by the sharp thorns. He pressed his bloody finger to the freezing surface of the stone, leaving a blood outlined fingerprint on the gravestone.
"I wish you didn't have to leave... but life's not like that is it? Always leaving you longing, wishing, dreaming of the things that you'll never get." he whispered.
"But I could only wish for one thing. I'd beg the gods, sacrifice myself, anything! Just to hold you in my arms one more time, to look into your eyes and tell you I love you.... that's all I would ask." he said, tears cascading down his face.
"But I guess, I'll settle for this last goodbye." he leaned forward and kissed the tombstone.
"Goodbye Jascha. I love you..." he whispered. "I always will."
He stood, then left his one true love. As he departed the land of the dead the date of her death changed mysteriously. 2001 to 2002.
~Epilogue~
January 9, 2012
Lindsey Wagner, the daughter of Kurt and Kitty Wagner ran down the dirty roads with her best friend Dave.
"Catch me if you can!" he shouted, running up the steps of a run-down house. Lindsey chased him through the abandoned house. Suddenly, Dave fell into a hole in the weak floorboards.
"Dave!" Lindsey cried, helping her friend up. He clutched his ankle in pain.
"I think I twisted it." he moaned.
"No wonder! You stepped on this!" she said, bringing out a box. She brushed off the layer of dust and cobwebs and read the top.
This box belongs to Jascha Nadya Sharansky
They opened it. Inside were four wrinkled, yellowed newspaper clippings. The first read: Man found dead, Death Mysterious. The next two: Man struck by lightning in a minor storm and Young Russian boy found shocked to death in an alley. And the final article's faded headline read: Girl found brutally murdered, family devastated. Clipped to the last article was a paper with a crawled message.
Now I may rest in peace...
*
THE END
Dedicated to all the victims of abuse, my friends and family. Love you all.
Note: To all of those who read the third chapter and found out that it was the same as the second chapter here are my sincere, humble apologies! It was a computer error. I hope this final chapter has met your expectations, I uploaded it as soon as I could. Please Review!
Chapter 3: Goodbye
Snow laced the cold gray slate of stone. Tabitha placed a bouquet of tulips into the snow in front of the new tombstone. Behind her stood Fred, Todd, and the X-Men. She dusted the frosted ice from the face of the tombstone, her fingers tracing the letters.
Lance "Avalanche" Alvers
1986-2002
Flowers, little trinkets and memories lay at the feet of the grave. Kitty burst into tears and ran away with Kurt by her side. Tabitha stood and turned to the distant white-haired boy crouched at the base of another grave.
"Should we get him?" Fred asked. Tabitha wiped a tear from her face.
"No, leave him." she advised. They began to walk through the aisles on end of markers, each representing one less mouth to feed, one more empty seat, one more broken heart....
*
Evan stood behind his long-term rival in the falling snow. For once he almost felt sorry for the usual arrogant punk; almost. He closed his eyes in grief, remembering the time he saw her body lifeless. He hadn't been able to stop himself from crying no matter how hard he tried. The tears just flooded down his cheeks. They had not stopped until now, before her grave.
A hand touched his shoulder and he turned to see Rogue next to him. Jean and Scott were further off. she offered him a sympathetic smile.
"Let's go Evan..." she whispered kindly. He took one last look at the tombstone and the boy knelt before it, then left the both of them behind.
*
Pietro placed a single rose on the snow dusted tombstone. The blood-red petals seemed to sink into the snow. His pale finger had been cut by the sharp thorns. He pressed his bloody finger to the freezing surface of the stone, leaving a blood outlined fingerprint on the gravestone.
"I wish you didn't have to leave... but life's not like that is it? Always leaving you longing, wishing, dreaming of the things that you'll never get." he whispered.
"But I could only wish for one thing. I'd beg the gods, sacrifice myself, anything! Just to hold you in my arms one more time, to look into your eyes and tell you I love you.... that's all I would ask." he said, tears cascading down his face.
"But I guess, I'll settle for this last goodbye." he leaned forward and kissed the tombstone.
"Goodbye Jascha. I love you..." he whispered. "I always will."
He stood, then left his one true love. As he departed the land of the dead the date of her death changed mysteriously. 2001 to 2002.
~Epilogue~
January 9, 2012
Lindsey Wagner, the daughter of Kurt and Kitty Wagner ran down the dirty roads with her best friend Dave.
"Catch me if you can!" he shouted, running up the steps of a run-down house. Lindsey chased him through the abandoned house. Suddenly, Dave fell into a hole in the weak floorboards.
"Dave!" Lindsey cried, helping her friend up. He clutched his ankle in pain.
"I think I twisted it." he moaned.
"No wonder! You stepped on this!" she said, bringing out a box. She brushed off the layer of dust and cobwebs and read the top.
This box belongs to Jascha Nadya Sharansky
They opened it. Inside were four wrinkled, yellowed newspaper clippings. The first read: Man found dead, Death Mysterious. The next two: Man struck by lightning in a minor storm and Young Russian boy found shocked to death in an alley. And the final article's faded headline read: Girl found brutally murdered, family devastated. Clipped to the last article was a paper with a crawled message.
Now I may rest in peace...
*
THE END
Dedicated to all the victims of abuse, my friends and family. Love you all.
Note: To all of those who read the third chapter and found out that it was the same as the second chapter here are my sincere, humble apologies! It was a computer error. I hope this final chapter has met your expectations, I uploaded it as soon as I could. Please Review!
