Mark's lament By Phoenix Rafael prafael@myprivacy.ca Chapter Twelve I am here to tell you we can never meet again Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell The someone you once loved so long ago so well Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by You don't have to ask me and I need not reply Every moment of my life from now until I die I will think or dream of you and fail to understand How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand Is it written in the stars Are we paying for some crime Is that all that we are good for Just a stretch of mortal time Is this God's experiment In which we have no say In which we're given paradise But only for a day - Written in the Stars, by Elton John Mark took a very deep breath. He looked at the contract. The very document that sold his immortal soul to Christian. His parents had sold him out 10 years ago. Now he had it back. The reason wasn't what he had wanted. He had it back because it was needed to destroy a demon. Mark found out why his soul had been sold. His parents wanted the money, but even more Christian wanted a soul. Not necessarily his, but a soul. The original idea was to somehow bind that soul to himself. Yet as Mark grew up, Christian explained, he could never go through with it. “Why the FUCK did you sell my soul to him?” Mark was furious at his parents. Him and Christian had come home to work on the documents. “Mark.. honey...” Eva tried to say, but Mark just kept yelling profanities. Christian put his arm around Mark, but Mark wouldn't let him. He was angry at everyone in the room. Sure he loved Christian, but at that moment, he sure didn't like him. “It's complicated” Christian explained. “I was looking for a soul that I could use, either through friendship, or binding it to me as a servant, or something more complicated. I offered your parents a lot of money. How could they say no?” Mark glared at his parents. “Seeing as it is my soul, I should get 100% of that money!” Eva and Alex's faces went pale. “The money is gone, Mark.” Mark crossed his arms. “Then I'll get a lawyer, and sue for it!” Mark had left the conversation very angry. He calmed down towards Christian, but felt it difficult to forgive his own parents. He was livid in that regard. He also knew that there was a whole lot about it all he wasn't being told. A few days later, Mark was trembling a little. He had left his friends at home, and snuck out on Christian. It was 4:00 pm. Christian couldn't follow him in the daylight. The bus stopped, and Mark looked over at the large cathedral. Mark stood, taking a careful step, and then another, and finally he made it off the bus. He was sure that he was doing the right thing. He couldn't bring Christian along. It was his turn to be the hero, or the victim. In reality he didn't want Christian getting hurt, again. Christian always tried to protect Mark, but in reality always got more hurt than if he had minded his own business. This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution- Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Canada License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.5/ca/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA. A Medley for My Love by Mark Yonge as told to Phoenix As I think of you, far away my heart cries out for your touch. You come and go you come and go from my dreams from my arms from my touch. t c aa hr t e
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