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yay things have worked out:)
I bet it's good but reading seems to be giving me a headache lately ;_;
Thank you all for the kind comments. I am enjoying the exercise of creative writing.
I'll write some more in a few days, probably over the weekend. Tons more to come! The story is just about to heat up! Can you feel it? Can you? I can! Hold on to your seats! :D
I'll write some more in a few days, probably over the weekend. Tons more to come! The story is just about to heat up! Can you feel it? Can you? I can! Hold on to your seats! :D
i will be waiting.thanx 4 sharing the stories:)
Chapter 5: Nightmare
Freddie opened his eyes and the first thing on his mind was Mary Austin. His heart thrilled joyfully with a song. She was alive! and back in his life. He turned and expected to see her but she was nowhere to be found. Around their make-shift camp, he saw signs of her but that didn’t comfort him one bit. Where is she, he wondered? He got up quickly and began to search for her.
“Mary!” he cried out. His calls grew louder and louder, and each time, with more desperation.
“Mary!”
But there was no reply.
Then in the far distance, he saw her. He could recognize her by her blonde hair. She was running for her dear life. She was pursued by a pack of wild dogs, and they were gaining on her quickly.
Freddie bolted after her. But he could tell he was too late.
When he arrived, the dogs were already on top of her. What he saw was grotesque. Her face was nearly ripped off, but weirdly, her mouth was fixed in a large toothless grin that looked like a black hole. She had no nose, and her eyes were empty sockets. And then she began to laugh as if something was very funny.
Mary pointed at Freddie, laughing hysterically.
Freddie didn’t understand the humor.
He was confused. Something didn’t seem right. It was then that Freddie realized he was dreaming. The grotesque face kept laughing at Freddie hideously.
Then the dogs ripped the rest of her face off. And then he saw the long black hair, and the skeletal face.
“Is something supposed to be funny?” Freddie asked angrily at the face.
“As a matter of fact, it is. You are very funny except you do not know it yet.”
Michael stood up and with a shrug, he brushed back the wild dogs, hurting them with his gaze.
The dogs retreated off into the distance, mortally wounded, howling in pain.
“Get out of my dreams, and stay out!” Freddie warned.
“Oh, not before I tell you what’s funny. You see dear Freddie. This is more than a dream. For it is prophecy. Your beloved Mary is in danger.”
“In the end, you have only one choice to make. And that is to kneel before me.”
“You are truly mad and insane. I will never kneel to you.”
Freddie opened his eyes and the first thing on his mind was Mary Austin. His heart thrilled joyfully with a song. She was alive! and back in his life. He turned and expected to see her but she was nowhere to be found. Around their make-shift camp, he saw signs of her but that didn’t comfort him one bit. Where is she, he wondered? He got up quickly and began to search for her.
“Mary!” he cried out. His calls grew louder and louder, and each time, with more desperation.
“Mary!”
But there was no reply.
Then in the far distance, he saw her. He could recognize her by her blonde hair. She was running for her dear life. She was pursued by a pack of wild dogs, and they were gaining on her quickly.
Freddie bolted after her. But he could tell he was too late.
When he arrived, the dogs were already on top of her. What he saw was grotesque. Her face was nearly ripped off, but weirdly, her mouth was fixed in a large toothless grin that looked like a black hole. She had no nose, and her eyes were empty sockets. And then she began to laugh as if something was very funny.
Mary pointed at Freddie, laughing hysterically.
Freddie didn’t understand the humor.
He was confused. Something didn’t seem right. It was then that Freddie realized he was dreaming. The grotesque face kept laughing at Freddie hideously.
Then the dogs ripped the rest of her face off. And then he saw the long black hair, and the skeletal face.
“Is something supposed to be funny?” Freddie asked angrily at the face.
“As a matter of fact, it is. You are very funny except you do not know it yet.”
Michael stood up and with a shrug, he brushed back the wild dogs, hurting them with his gaze.
The dogs retreated off into the distance, mortally wounded, howling in pain.
“Get out of my dreams, and stay out!” Freddie warned.
“Oh, not before I tell you what’s funny. You see dear Freddie. This is more than a dream. For it is prophecy. Your beloved Mary is in danger.”
“In the end, you have only one choice to make. And that is to kneel before me.”
“You are truly mad and insane. I will never kneel to you.”
As if answering, Michael suddenly lifted his arms, and grabbed Freddie’s head. Freddie tried to resist but Michael’s skeletal hands gripped him too hard. And then sudden knowledge hit Freddie like a train.
Freddie sank to his knees, and grunted in pain.
Thoughts and visions flooded into his mind. He saw everything. The Law of Fate which governed the universe, without which would cast the universe into chaos was broken. Mary Austin’s fate was to spend eternity in a Heavenly world, but she was channeled into a world that she did not belong in. Michael’s spell unnaturally bought her here, but it was Freddie who completed the spell. By breaking the protective crystal which suspended Mary between the two worlds, Freddie completed Michael’s spell, finishing her transformation into this world.
It was Freddie, not Michael who had completed the spell, breaking the universal Law of Fate. And such violations had deadly consequences.
Mary, who was not meant to live in a musical world, would soon fade, and disappear completely, existing in neither world.
Michael laughed triumphantly.
“Do you see the joke, friend? You have unwittingly doomed your lover. Your love song has killed her! HAHAHAHA!”
Freddie was stunned by what he saw.
“You have but one choice Freddie. I alone can send her back. But you must kneel before me, and hand over your power. With your powers combined with mine, I shall rule the universe!”
Freddie’s mind was still thinking about all that had been revealed unto him. It was true. He had fallen unwittingly into Michael’s trap. He had doomed Mary, and perhaps the universe itself.
Anger and rage filled Freddie’s mind. Blew into Freddie like a violent storm, and swelled until he exploded. He unleashed a bolt of rainbow that aimed to kill. But Michael shrugged it off, and his own power threw a counter blow. Freddie likewise shrugged it off and the two were soon battling fiercely.
“I will end you. Now. You’ve gone too far, Michael!”, Freddie yelled.
“I will end you, you bastard!!” Freddie screamed.
His powers rose exponentially with his rising rage. Freddie had had enough. Ever since he was translated into this world, he reflected on his former life. On his mistakes. On his extremes. And he saw the virtue of simplicity, and humility. Rather than remake this world into his pleasure garden, he sought to live quietly, and modestly. Life, he felt, was about learning from mistakes, and growing.
But no more. He had enough with humility. He was determined to seize upon his excesses once more and fully claim his power and rid this world of Michael Jackson.
With each blow leveled against Michael, Freddie grew stronger and more powerful. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, raging with passion. His power was more fierce than it had ever been. And after one last powerful bolt, Michael withered under the heavy assault, and retreated like a ghoul and disappeared.
But Freddie’s power did not subside. He was too angry, and too hurt. He reached out his power into the universe and shouted with power. He searched with his feelings, and he soon found it. He found Mary’s world. Her heaven. And in his dream state, he channeled his spirit into that plane, and at once, he was overcome with feelings of overwhelming peace, and joy, and love. This feeling almost quenched his power and rage. And he understood how happy Mary was in her heaven. And how painful in comparison it was to dwell here with him in this world.
He knew what he had to do. He had to send her back. He had to undo this mistake, and save Mary’s life.
Without understanding how, he intuitively formed a bridge between the two worlds. A gate into her heaven. And he called Mary, and she responded to his power. She entered his dream state, sharing his stream of consiousness.
“Mary!” Freddie pleaded. “You must go back! This was a mistake! You don’t belong here. You must go back!”
He was so full of power that at his insistence
Freddie sank to his knees, and grunted in pain.
Thoughts and visions flooded into his mind. He saw everything. The Law of Fate which governed the universe, without which would cast the universe into chaos was broken. Mary Austin’s fate was to spend eternity in a Heavenly world, but she was channeled into a world that she did not belong in. Michael’s spell unnaturally bought her here, but it was Freddie who completed the spell. By breaking the protective crystal which suspended Mary between the two worlds, Freddie completed Michael’s spell, finishing her transformation into this world.
It was Freddie, not Michael who had completed the spell, breaking the universal Law of Fate. And such violations had deadly consequences.
Mary, who was not meant to live in a musical world, would soon fade, and disappear completely, existing in neither world.
Michael laughed triumphantly.
“Do you see the joke, friend? You have unwittingly doomed your lover. Your love song has killed her! HAHAHAHA!”
Freddie was stunned by what he saw.
“You have but one choice Freddie. I alone can send her back. But you must kneel before me, and hand over your power. With your powers combined with mine, I shall rule the universe!”
Freddie’s mind was still thinking about all that had been revealed unto him. It was true. He had fallen unwittingly into Michael’s trap. He had doomed Mary, and perhaps the universe itself.
Anger and rage filled Freddie’s mind. Blew into Freddie like a violent storm, and swelled until he exploded. He unleashed a bolt of rainbow that aimed to kill. But Michael shrugged it off, and his own power threw a counter blow. Freddie likewise shrugged it off and the two were soon battling fiercely.
“I will end you. Now. You’ve gone too far, Michael!”, Freddie yelled.
“I will end you, you bastard!!” Freddie screamed.
His powers rose exponentially with his rising rage. Freddie had had enough. Ever since he was translated into this world, he reflected on his former life. On his mistakes. On his extremes. And he saw the virtue of simplicity, and humility. Rather than remake this world into his pleasure garden, he sought to live quietly, and modestly. Life, he felt, was about learning from mistakes, and growing.
But no more. He had enough with humility. He was determined to seize upon his excesses once more and fully claim his power and rid this world of Michael Jackson.
With each blow leveled against Michael, Freddie grew stronger and more powerful. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, raging with passion. His power was more fierce than it had ever been. And after one last powerful bolt, Michael withered under the heavy assault, and retreated like a ghoul and disappeared.
But Freddie’s power did not subside. He was too angry, and too hurt. He reached out his power into the universe and shouted with power. He searched with his feelings, and he soon found it. He found Mary’s world. Her heaven. And in his dream state, he channeled his spirit into that plane, and at once, he was overcome with feelings of overwhelming peace, and joy, and love. This feeling almost quenched his power and rage. And he understood how happy Mary was in her heaven. And how painful in comparison it was to dwell here with him in this world.
He knew what he had to do. He had to send her back. He had to undo this mistake, and save Mary’s life.
Without understanding how, he intuitively formed a bridge between the two worlds. A gate into her heaven. And he called Mary, and she responded to his power. She entered his dream state, sharing his stream of consiousness.
“Mary!” Freddie pleaded. “You must go back! This was a mistake! You don’t belong here. You must go back!”
He was so full of power that at his insistence
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Chapter 6: The Call
For a long time, neither one spoke. They just sat drenched in the open, listening to the rain drizzle down on them. They were soaked to their bones but the rain couldn't wash away their dark mood.
After some time, Mary spoke and pouted, "Some date you are, Freddie. I'm hungry and soaked. And no roses? Really Freddie. You must work harder than that to win my affection! I'm not that easy."
At that, Freddie snapped out of his depression, and smiled, "You're not that hard. And when I do win your affection, you may just end up madly falling in love with me!"
Mary rolled her eyes in mocking disgust at his arrogance and stuck out her tongue.
Freddie mimicked Mary, to which Mary made another face, this time funny and grotestque at the same time.
Freddie gave her an equally funny face, and a little dance. And both giggled out loud like children.
Their gloom lifted, and soon forgot about their troubles. Once again, they were simply two young adults in love, and carefree.
The rest of the morning, they shared a quiet breakfast, and began their way. Freddie needed answers, and there was only one place he knew that might help them.
Holding her hand lovingly, Freddie led her through the gray rain in search of answers.
* * *
Michael sat in his dark tower. He was in his laboratory, a room in which he did his experiments with song and magic. Around him were various corpses of people, and animals, failed experiments in his past attempts at creating and perverting life.
But today, he was performing another experiment. He peered into a large round disc filled with black water. In it, he saw the universe, and all the worlds that were contained in the void shone like little flames. Reaching out with his bony hands, he grabbed a particular flame, and squeezed it with his hand. The flames spread upwards to his arm, but didn't burn him. Instead, Michael sucked the fire out of that world, and he ate the world. In an instant, all the lives that existed in that world was snuffed out, and Michael feasted on the souls of the dead.
By doing so, Michael was growing more and more powerful. He was eating entire worlds as though the universe was his dinner plate. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. It was his intent to find all the Musical worlds, and drain them of their power, making him invincible.
* * *
A solitary figure peered through his telescope for hours. He was searching the universe for some signs, and after long hours, he finally gasped. He saw stars disappearing. For the past day, he had felt something strange happening, and he wanted to see for himself whether his feelings and intuition were correct. And tonight, what he saw confirmed his worst fears. Entire worlds were being destroyed, snuffed out.
Brian May closed his eyes, and sang a song. He was communicating through song, reaching out to all the other Singers on his world. The council needed to meet.
* * *
Roger Taylor was busy at the moment. He couldn't answer the call. He had a beautiful young blonde woman making bold demands on him. And he wasn't about to disappoint her. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, his attention was entirely upon this gorgeous sexy blonde girl of about 20 years and her incredibly perky and perfect bosom. With a quick flick, he unloosened the string, and garments fell. And his face broke open in a big smile. They were perfect. Um..Brian would just have to wait until tomorrow, Roger thought. What is more important than this? Roger wondered. And that was the last Roger thought of Brian for that night. He was busy doing something else.
* * *
John Deacon came out of his tent. He was camping out in a desert, and the night sky was gorgeous. John chose to live a quiet secluded life out in the desert with his gorgeous wife, away from people, and the council. He just wanted peace, and quiet, and perhaps raise a family. He had enough of the council. Bu
For a long time, neither one spoke. They just sat drenched in the open, listening to the rain drizzle down on them. They were soaked to their bones but the rain couldn't wash away their dark mood.
After some time, Mary spoke and pouted, "Some date you are, Freddie. I'm hungry and soaked. And no roses? Really Freddie. You must work harder than that to win my affection! I'm not that easy."
At that, Freddie snapped out of his depression, and smiled, "You're not that hard. And when I do win your affection, you may just end up madly falling in love with me!"
Mary rolled her eyes in mocking disgust at his arrogance and stuck out her tongue.
Freddie mimicked Mary, to which Mary made another face, this time funny and grotestque at the same time.
Freddie gave her an equally funny face, and a little dance. And both giggled out loud like children.
Their gloom lifted, and soon forgot about their troubles. Once again, they were simply two young adults in love, and carefree.
The rest of the morning, they shared a quiet breakfast, and began their way. Freddie needed answers, and there was only one place he knew that might help them.
Holding her hand lovingly, Freddie led her through the gray rain in search of answers.
* * *
Michael sat in his dark tower. He was in his laboratory, a room in which he did his experiments with song and magic. Around him were various corpses of people, and animals, failed experiments in his past attempts at creating and perverting life.
But today, he was performing another experiment. He peered into a large round disc filled with black water. In it, he saw the universe, and all the worlds that were contained in the void shone like little flames. Reaching out with his bony hands, he grabbed a particular flame, and squeezed it with his hand. The flames spread upwards to his arm, but didn't burn him. Instead, Michael sucked the fire out of that world, and he ate the world. In an instant, all the lives that existed in that world was snuffed out, and Michael feasted on the souls of the dead.
By doing so, Michael was growing more and more powerful. He was eating entire worlds as though the universe was his dinner plate. And there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. It was his intent to find all the Musical worlds, and drain them of their power, making him invincible.
* * *
A solitary figure peered through his telescope for hours. He was searching the universe for some signs, and after long hours, he finally gasped. He saw stars disappearing. For the past day, he had felt something strange happening, and he wanted to see for himself whether his feelings and intuition were correct. And tonight, what he saw confirmed his worst fears. Entire worlds were being destroyed, snuffed out.
Brian May closed his eyes, and sang a song. He was communicating through song, reaching out to all the other Singers on his world. The council needed to meet.
* * *
Roger Taylor was busy at the moment. He couldn't answer the call. He had a beautiful young blonde woman making bold demands on him. And he wasn't about to disappoint her. Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Right now, his attention was entirely upon this gorgeous sexy blonde girl of about 20 years and her incredibly perky and perfect bosom. With a quick flick, he unloosened the string, and garments fell. And his face broke open in a big smile. They were perfect. Um..Brian would just have to wait until tomorrow, Roger thought. What is more important than this? Roger wondered. And that was the last Roger thought of Brian for that night. He was busy doing something else.
* * *
John Deacon came out of his tent. He was camping out in a desert, and the night sky was gorgeous. John chose to live a quiet secluded life out in the desert with his gorgeous wife, away from people, and the council. He just wanted peace, and quiet, and perhaps raise a family. He had enough of the council. Bu
Commendable job once again, SWL! I was wondering when the rest of the band would come in the picture...
Great job! :)
Great job! :)
Chapter 7: Knowledge
Freddie wiped the sweat off his brow. It was an arduous journey, crossing into thick jungles, and into muddy swamps. The earlier rain had long since passed into a muggy hot day. And mosquitoes were relentless in their attacks.
Freddie looked at Mary. Her face wore an expression of pain, and exhaustion. He was now half carrying her. But more than mere exhaustion, something was wrong with her. She was dying, Freddie knew. She didn't have much longer to live. He carried her, and despite his exhaustion, he hurried onto his destination. He was looking for the oldest being on the planet.
He was looking for "Mother".
* * *
Brian May and John Deacon sat next to each other. Next to them was an empty seat. It was Roger's. The meeting was about to begin but he was missing.
"Where is Roger?" John wondered.
"Probably busy with his latest conquest.", Brian said dryly.
"Ok that man has redefined the term, 'Gluttony'. What is the number now, 600th?"
"I think it's closer to 700 by now."
"The boy clearly has issues."
Brian shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Well, when you're in a world where only beautiful women exist, a guy like Roger is going to have his fun."
"Well he better not have "fun" with my wife!", John squeaked.
"Um actually...er...nevermind!"
The meeting began. About 50 other Singers were present. They all held staves of wood, and each staff blazed with a particular hue of a particular color. Together, the various hues and colors of reds, greens, blues, and many other colors formed a mixture that resembled a rainbow.
A tall man stood at the podium, and began the meeting. He banged his staff onto the floor, and immediately, his staff burst into blue flames.
"We are called to this emergency meeting of the Council by Brian May who will share with us some important news. I will be brief, since Time is short. Lord May, please come up and address the Council."
Brian May got up, and stood at the podium. Bowing once, he began to speak.
He began to tell the council his dreams, and growing sense of forbidding. And he shared what he saw last night at his Observatory. Worlds were being destroyed one by one. And with each world destroyed, a piece of the universe died. The council grew quiet. Brian continued.
"We know of only one power that is capable of doing this. We believe that this is the work of an Arch-Singer."
Among the universal organization of Singer worlds, there were three recognized classifications of Singers. There were Lesser Singers, Singers, and finally Arch-Singers. Arch-Singers were the most powerful of Singers.
One Singer rose, and said, "It has to be the work of that Arch-Singer known as Elton John. He was always a prick."
Another Singer rose, and said, "No, he isn't that powerful. He can't destroy entire worlds! It’s got to be the work of the Beatles! Collectively, they might be able to do it."
And the entire council of Singers erupted into spontaneous debate. Until finally, the tall Singer stamped his staff, his blue fire blazing, and silenced the room.
He said, "This isn't the work of any Arch-Singer. No Arch-Singer, even a group of them, or even an entire world full of them are powerful enough to destroy an entire world. There is only one class of Singers that can. And you know what class I speak of."
They all knew. There was one Singer world that was different from all the other Singer worlds. This world was set in a far-off lonely corner of the Universe. For this world was a kind of purgatory, a sub-class of Hell Worlds, that did not belong to the Federation of Singer World’s. Nor was there any Singer Council to regulate that world. It was an isolated wilderness where Singers who led flawed lives came to rest, to either pay for their sins, or to reflect on their mistakes.
Freddie wiped the sweat off his brow. It was an arduous journey, crossing into thick jungles, and into muddy swamps. The earlier rain had long since passed into a muggy hot day. And mosquitoes were relentless in their attacks.
Freddie looked at Mary. Her face wore an expression of pain, and exhaustion. He was now half carrying her. But more than mere exhaustion, something was wrong with her. She was dying, Freddie knew. She didn't have much longer to live. He carried her, and despite his exhaustion, he hurried onto his destination. He was looking for the oldest being on the planet.
He was looking for "Mother".
* * *
Brian May and John Deacon sat next to each other. Next to them was an empty seat. It was Roger's. The meeting was about to begin but he was missing.
"Where is Roger?" John wondered.
"Probably busy with his latest conquest.", Brian said dryly.
"Ok that man has redefined the term, 'Gluttony'. What is the number now, 600th?"
"I think it's closer to 700 by now."
"The boy clearly has issues."
Brian shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Well, when you're in a world where only beautiful women exist, a guy like Roger is going to have his fun."
"Well he better not have "fun" with my wife!", John squeaked.
"Um actually...er...nevermind!"
The meeting began. About 50 other Singers were present. They all held staves of wood, and each staff blazed with a particular hue of a particular color. Together, the various hues and colors of reds, greens, blues, and many other colors formed a mixture that resembled a rainbow.
A tall man stood at the podium, and began the meeting. He banged his staff onto the floor, and immediately, his staff burst into blue flames.
"We are called to this emergency meeting of the Council by Brian May who will share with us some important news. I will be brief, since Time is short. Lord May, please come up and address the Council."
Brian May got up, and stood at the podium. Bowing once, he began to speak.
He began to tell the council his dreams, and growing sense of forbidding. And he shared what he saw last night at his Observatory. Worlds were being destroyed one by one. And with each world destroyed, a piece of the universe died. The council grew quiet. Brian continued.
"We know of only one power that is capable of doing this. We believe that this is the work of an Arch-Singer."
Among the universal organization of Singer worlds, there were three recognized classifications of Singers. There were Lesser Singers, Singers, and finally Arch-Singers. Arch-Singers were the most powerful of Singers.
One Singer rose, and said, "It has to be the work of that Arch-Singer known as Elton John. He was always a prick."
Another Singer rose, and said, "No, he isn't that powerful. He can't destroy entire worlds! It’s got to be the work of the Beatles! Collectively, they might be able to do it."
And the entire council of Singers erupted into spontaneous debate. Until finally, the tall Singer stamped his staff, his blue fire blazing, and silenced the room.
He said, "This isn't the work of any Arch-Singer. No Arch-Singer, even a group of them, or even an entire world full of them are powerful enough to destroy an entire world. There is only one class of Singers that can. And you know what class I speak of."
They all knew. There was one Singer world that was different from all the other Singer worlds. This world was set in a far-off lonely corner of the Universe. For this world was a kind of purgatory, a sub-class of Hell Worlds, that did not belong to the Federation of Singer World’s. Nor was there any Singer Council to regulate that world. It was an isolated wilderness where Singers who led flawed lives came to rest, to either pay for their sins, or to reflect on their mistakes.
Freddie whispered to the fading Mary, "I'm not going to let you die, Mary! Not here. Not on this god-forsaken world!"
Mary could not hear him. She was unconscious, near death.
Freddie closed his eyes, deep in concentration. And he sang a song that sang words of love, and heartache. And his entire body burst into flames of many colors. He became a blazing figure clothed in rainbow.
And his hands reached into Mary, into her breast, into her heart, even into the very marrow of her bones, and he infused of himself into her. His power was flowing into her, and leaving him.
He was not going to allow Mary to die, and he would do anything he could to prevent that. Even if he had to die himself. He was going to make Mary into a Singer. It was the only answer he had.
Mary could not hear him. She was unconscious, near death.
Freddie closed his eyes, deep in concentration. And he sang a song that sang words of love, and heartache. And his entire body burst into flames of many colors. He became a blazing figure clothed in rainbow.
And his hands reached into Mary, into her breast, into her heart, even into the very marrow of her bones, and he infused of himself into her. His power was flowing into her, and leaving him.
He was not going to allow Mary to die, and he would do anything he could to prevent that. Even if he had to die himself. He was going to make Mary into a Singer. It was the only answer he had.
very good job! I reccommend you read the Freddie Fan Fiction in my blog-you might like that.
Freddie grimaced in pain. He was literally having the life drained out of him, but he kept going. He poured his essence and even his very life into Mary.
Although tears ran down his cheeks, and felt his own life force leave him, he was not afraid. He only felt an overwhelming feeling of Love for his beloved Mary.
He looked down on Mary's beautiful face, and whispered, "I love you Mary! Don't forget me!"
And with that, he collapsed, completely drained.
Although tears ran down his cheeks, and felt his own life force leave him, he was not afraid. He only felt an overwhelming feeling of Love for his beloved Mary.
He looked down on Mary's beautiful face, and whispered, "I love you Mary! Don't forget me!"
And with that, he collapsed, completely drained.
I am now officially a story fan! [holds up poster, starts cheering]