Thanks to enough reviewers, this story will be posted in its entirety (well, maybe minus one pointless chapter). Thank you for your time.
And a special thanks to Yeyana Valentine and Teya Yashitoda, without whom this chapter would not have been posted! (And yes, I'm going to thank you every chapter.)
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Note: The second to last sentence doesn't make much sense, but without it, the chapter doesn't have the same significance… I would have removed it otherwise. Also, I kind of 'stole' a line from Stephen King… See if you can find it! XD
Oh, to clear this up: I'm still posting the story here, it's just this one chapter (number five) that I removed from this site... Because it's realllyyyy baaaaad. But hey, if you want to read it, just e-mail me, or give me your e-mail.
Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums,
Part Seven:
Miss Murder
Nny was dead.
And he wasn't quite sure why. Sure, he knew it was a suicide, but why?
Nny left behind the stars. He left them all behind.
And for what?
He wasn't sure.
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A year after Todd had made that fatal jump; Nny took a final jump as well. So, he had died Todd's death. Why shouldn't Todd follow through with Nny's death? Maybe he could make the beauty of their relationship renewed again if he took his life, or rather, had it taken from him. Yes, the perfect plan. And maybe he could have some fun doing it. But he doubted it. He couldn't stop seeing Nny's last moments, his plunge into infinity. Oh how he'd adored him. The beauty of it all, yes, it would last in this downward spiral.
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Swaths of the dead behind him, terrified victims fleeing before him, and the heavens bowed before his might. With but a withering glare he could stop them in their tracks as they saw their doom reflected in his eyes. However, had he really given them a chance to look into his eyes, their hearts would have broken from the sheer overwhelming sorrow they would find there.
Those mystifying stars, the very same ones they'd contemplated night after night, ceased to twinkle in Todd's mind. Instead he could hear their mournful cries:
They'd been left behind, he had been left behind.
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Where was the irony, the cruel twist of fate in all this? Because he would bet the few remaining hours of his life on there being one. Maybe their everlasting love wouldn't be so everlasting… Would Nny still love him in the next life? Todd was running out of hope. He was becoming empty, empty of touch, empty of sound. Just a bag of skin and bones, thin as Nny… was. Wasn't there some sort of nirvana promised them eventually? Wasn't there some perfect absence of pain, absence of anything? If he ever found that, he'd embrace it and never let go, as he knew Nny would have done the same. But how could someone so tainted with blood as they ever achieve something so great?
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It was five hours later and almost dark before they took him down.
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Todd was shot between eyes by a sniper; the police didn't want a repeat of the first 'homicidal maniac' incident. He didn't have time to think a last thought before he fell, just a sigh, like his lost soul escaping through his throat.
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Both days would live on in infamy. The double attacks against all humanity, the first since the days of the Holocaust.
And that was just fine with them.