"The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want."
Rain. Nobody saw, smelled, tasted, or felt anything but rain. The pellets of cold water hit the black umbrellas like harsh bullets, ricocheting off the water proof material making a mournful noise. It was the only music to accompany this funeral psalm.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil."
People dressed in black came forth to lay unusually bright flowers on the two dark stained coffins. Mournful crying was the only thing audible over the dreadful pouring of rain. The wind blew gently and made the people dressed in black shiver with emptiness and sadness.
One lonely man placed a single red rose on the larger coffin and a pure white rose on the smaller one. He laid his hands on both coffins as though he was trying to feel the essences of his lost loved ones. He could bear no more as the tears fell along with the rain; fast, furious and hard.
"Ethan, it's time." said a distant voice. He hardly heard it, it seemed so far away, so quiet, so irrelevant to what he was thinking and feeling.
"Ethan," it said again.
"Leave me be!" he shouted at the voice, his pain being revealed in his voice. He swatted his hands at the unknown speaker as he or she tried to help him up.
He struggled with this speaker, but he was so weak with grief, he could bear the struggle no more and he collapsed in the outstretched arms. Not protected by an umbrella, Ethan immediately was soaked by the relentless rain. He leapt to his feet and struggled past the loving arms of his friends and family and dropped onto his knees far from them. He screamed up into the rain.
"They were innocent! My wife and child were innocent! I begged you to take me! you could have taken me! I curse you God! I defy you! I curse you!" He yelled. Thunder rumbled the ground and lightning bolts flashed in the sky above him.
"Ethan, Ethan!" random people cried, trying to cover him, to embrace him, to comfort him in his grief. Ethan blacked out from the trauma that he had created for himself.
"God is not pleased.he will seek revenge on whoever defies him." A worried Father Lonnigan stated to himself. "Lord have mercy on his agonized soul. Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be they name.." He started to pray. He knew that Ethan's soul would need as much prayer as possible. Father Lonnigan was right; God was not pleased. Ethan would pay; he would pay so very dearly.
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A/N: As you prolly figured out, Gwen and the baby didn't survive the labor. I absolutely despise Ethan in every way. so this is my fic to make him pay..mwahahaha Review!!!!
Rain. Nobody saw, smelled, tasted, or felt anything but rain. The pellets of cold water hit the black umbrellas like harsh bullets, ricocheting off the water proof material making a mournful noise. It was the only music to accompany this funeral psalm.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil."
People dressed in black came forth to lay unusually bright flowers on the two dark stained coffins. Mournful crying was the only thing audible over the dreadful pouring of rain. The wind blew gently and made the people dressed in black shiver with emptiness and sadness.
One lonely man placed a single red rose on the larger coffin and a pure white rose on the smaller one. He laid his hands on both coffins as though he was trying to feel the essences of his lost loved ones. He could bear no more as the tears fell along with the rain; fast, furious and hard.
"Ethan, it's time." said a distant voice. He hardly heard it, it seemed so far away, so quiet, so irrelevant to what he was thinking and feeling.
"Ethan," it said again.
"Leave me be!" he shouted at the voice, his pain being revealed in his voice. He swatted his hands at the unknown speaker as he or she tried to help him up.
He struggled with this speaker, but he was so weak with grief, he could bear the struggle no more and he collapsed in the outstretched arms. Not protected by an umbrella, Ethan immediately was soaked by the relentless rain. He leapt to his feet and struggled past the loving arms of his friends and family and dropped onto his knees far from them. He screamed up into the rain.
"They were innocent! My wife and child were innocent! I begged you to take me! you could have taken me! I curse you God! I defy you! I curse you!" He yelled. Thunder rumbled the ground and lightning bolts flashed in the sky above him.
"Ethan, Ethan!" random people cried, trying to cover him, to embrace him, to comfort him in his grief. Ethan blacked out from the trauma that he had created for himself.
"God is not pleased.he will seek revenge on whoever defies him." A worried Father Lonnigan stated to himself. "Lord have mercy on his agonized soul. Our Father, Who art in Heaven, hallowed be they name.." He started to pray. He knew that Ethan's soul would need as much prayer as possible. Father Lonnigan was right; God was not pleased. Ethan would pay; he would pay so very dearly.
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A/N: As you prolly figured out, Gwen and the baby didn't survive the labor. I absolutely despise Ethan in every way. so this is my fic to make him pay..mwahahaha Review!!!!