There was nothing in Mark's life at the moment except the thought of death. His heart was going wild and the pain was only just tapering off of its climax. Death was imminent and Mark knew it, yet he prayed that it wasn't going to happen. He prayed to every god, real and fake, all the ones he never believed in or never heard of, he just prayed that there was someone or something or some force out there beyond mortal reality that would just stop what was happening. His eyes and throat burned with endless tears and screams that were not given their freedom, but there was no torment like the fire that was raging through his systems worse than the largest brush fire. He had witnessed one before, in his past life in British Columbia, had seen it destroy most of a forest within mere hours before the fire fighters had been able to quench it. The only difference with that fire and this agony was that there was no one to stop this.
He felt his heart hit a peak and knew that everything was over. The pain started to die as he felt his entire body go heavy, spots of his brain go blank, and his senses tune out. Blackness swept across him. There was no light like everyone said. Just… nothing.
He embraced it willingly and let his spirit fly away from the torture of the Earth.