[He could see it all now, the woman looking as radiant as ever, the man; the pinnacle of gentlemanly handsomeness. He could hear them exchange their wedding vows to one another, as the delighted crowd hung on every word, afraid to make the slightest breath that might disturb the couple's world up at the altar. He could smell the lingering scent of her perfume still wafting through the air all down the aisle where she had walked only a few moments ago. It all sickened him as he had to sit by and watch, wishing it were him clinging onto her arm, beaming with excitement at the prospect of spending an eternity with the woman.]

[He thought about all of it as he placed one shell into the barrel, watching down on them as the priest read further into the scriptures that would finally tie these two together. A single tear dripped down his cheek as she recited the priest quoted, "Till death do us part".]

*Click*

[He put a second shell into the barrel, seeing as the man turned to the woman and vice versa, the man removed the woman's veil and the woman's smile lit up the whole church, her chestnutt eyes looking into his glossy blues.]

*Click*

[He put the third and final shell into the barrel and finally set the rifle to his shoulder and took aim. His hands shaky from nervousness and stress. His sweaty palms were slippery against the cool stainless steel of the gun barrel. Another tear traced down his cheek causing him to blink and lose focus. His index finger shakily slid across the side until it rested on the trigger. And just before they could finally kiss...]

*Bang*

[The people seated in the pulpits below all screamed as the sound of the first gunshot roared out from overhead. Some people ducked, scurrying away hiding under anything they could find, while others, the more brave of the few stood up and ran to the stairway leading to where the gunshots had come from. The man clung to her hands and she still hadn't realized anything had happened as she went to kiss his rapidly cooling lips.]

*Bang*

[The second gunshot seemed louder than the first, and finally those who had tried to make it to the source saw from the corners of their eyes saw the second body up at the altar drop. The gunman, totally forgotten in his tiny alcove paused after the second shot. The priest at the altar fell to his knees and looked over the fallen couple, he covered them with his own body like a holy shield that would somehow guard them from any further punishment.]

*Bang*

[The third and final gunshot seemed almost like it were somewhere far away to himself. For a brief moment before the bullet hit it's target his mind wandered aimlessly over all the things he had shared with her, he thought about all the things that could have been, and then the brief moment of pain knocked him backward from a crouch onto his back. His feet already ceased to work and his head lolled from one bloody side of the ground to the other looking for a perfect place to finally rest. And as his head finally stopped moving, and his heartbeat steadily slowed down to a whimper, his eye dropped to the side of his eye socket, the final vision he could see, was looking down on the whiteness of the woman's gown. A flow of blood gently overcame the satiny white fabric, and a final tear streaked down from his eye.]

[The priest continued to keep a shephard's watch over the dead, as if he could somehow ressurect them. The onlookers deafened by the silence, slowly got out of their hiding places to see the aftermath. The first woman who saw the bodies at the altar let out a hideous screech, like a crows; And she fell over backward landing into her husband's scooping arms. Some rushed to the front of the church while others seemed to think that by staying away they could somehow separate themselves from the proceedings. The priest surely knew they were both dead even now as he still remained in his vigil, keeping watch of the couple. A man finally gathered the courage, and rushed up the stairs to the balcony, and forced his way into the locked room, and covered his mouth to stop the flow of vomit before it could start.]

[He called to others to come see, as if viewing might make things down below strangely all right. As they rushed up to see, he moved out of their path to provide an unobstructed view of the fresh corpse. Some gasped, others merely sighed, each man looked from the body in the balcony, shotgun in hand, pointing up towards the shooter's own skull, to the bodies down at the altar, with the priest still clinging tightly to them, refusing to let anyone near, just in case. Finally a man broke the silence and rushed downstairs to call the police, and an ambulance.]

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"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..."

[They got buried together, the man and the woman, the marriage hadn't fully been completed, but it just seemed right. Crowds swelled in to see the burial, as if missing the wedding was such a horrible tragedy, so they had better make it to the funeral to avoid social faux pas. Most cried openly, while others hid their tears behind masks of hatred for the culprit, the one who strangley was having his burial on this same day, in this same cemetery, just a few burial plots from this one. However, no one was at that burial, why would anyone go there? Only perhaps to kick the coffin deeper into the ground once it had finally reached it's new dirt home. Some of the men who had been present at the wedding who were now baring witness to the burial sneered at the coffin going into the ground only a few feet away.]

"I will fear no evil; for thou art with me;"

[As he felt his body lower deeper and deeper into the cold wet ground, he really wished he could be in that coffin with Debra, instead of the man with no face, who had so indignantly stole her from him. His body was gone, he had torn off the shackles of all Earthly binds, yet as his soul remained, he refused to let go of his corporeal body. He looked all around his new home, the inside of the coffin wasn't so bad, something clung to the end of it though, Marcus dove downward to see what exactly it was. He waded carefully through his own rotting tissue, and stopped to look at his face, no one had bothered to cover up the gunshot wounds with any makeup, afterall no one had wanted to see the man without a gunshot wound in the side of his skull. His face now a withered little head, like those a head hunter would keep, shrunken down to the size of a compact disc. It seemed odd that his body had decayed so quickly considered he had just died. But he continued his trek downwards to investigate what it was he saw, as he reached his body's feet, he saw something unmistakeable only fade in, as if it wasn't quite there yet.]

"Thy Rod and thy staff they comfort me."

[As it came clearer and clearer into focus, Marcus began to panic, it was the face of the old gypsy women he had seen, with that familiar grin plastered on her own rotting face, skin seemed to almost drip off of her face, and Marcus scrambled away from it. He felt safe as he got farther and farther away from the decaying head of the fortune teller who had caused all his problems from the beginning. Or had she? Marcus rested a time, looking down at his own withering body, and he heard a light rapping on the top of the coffin. He looked up, and there she was again, grinning as she reached down for him, lifting him up repeating over and over as she brought him closer to her now gaping mouth.]

Fortune Teller: Debra Coleman is bad for you. Stay away.

[Marcus awoke to the feeling of shaking, as he caught his bearings and looked from side to side he saw that he was indeed on an airplane, he looked out the porthole next to him to see darkness with off and on lightning flashes, as streaks of rain ran down the window paine. The voice of the pilot came over the P.A. startling Marcus, who was still trying to adjust from the disturbing dream he had just been forced to witness.]

Pilot: Sorry for the inconvenience, folks. But there is some severe weather patterns heading our way, we'll be landing within the next fifteen minutes or so.

[The woman next to Marcus looked at him with an odd smirk on her face, she didn't look unpleasant, from what he could see she had an ample figure, and attractive facial features, he was startled when she started to speak.]

Woman: I've seen you before.

[Marcus smiled politely.]

Woman: You're a wrestler.

[She smiled seductively at Marcus who winked, but couldn't feel much more than tiredness.]

Woman: I'm a big fan.

[Marcus turned to cut off the conversation before it started, but as he looked out the porthole there was that grinning spectre looking at him, it seemed to laugh as it stood on the wing, Marcus quickly pulled down the cover and looked back at the woman still grinning seductively at him.]

Woman: Are you going to win that title? The Gladiator one?

[Marcus shrugged, it was odd how no matter what, GWA fans always seemed to be whereever he was.]

Woman: Your much better than that nobody you're facing. Dark Tiger.

[Marcus smiled seeing an oppurtunity to rant, he gave a quick glance around him to see if indeed GWA cameras were around him. Either way he was going to get his two sense in.]

Gaines: I'd tend to agree with you there...?

Woman: Tiffany.

[Marcus smiled at her and she smiled back.]

Gaines: Hi. Yeah, I know. This Dark Tiger guy seems to be all excited about beating Julius "the LOSER" Stryker. If I were Dark Tiger, I'd shut up about it, it's no bigger feat than saying "I beat Dark Tiger."

[Tiffany looks confused for a moment.]

Tiffany: But you haven't even beaten him yet.

[Marcus sighs for a moment.]

Gaines: But I will be saying it, you see? This Tiger fella seems to think he's all that and a bag of potato chips. I've seen nothing but a lucky man, thinking he's much better than he is.

Tiffany: He is pretty good though.

[Marcus clears his throat as if preparing to say something rather long winded.]

Gaines: And what tells you that? What, he's beaten people like... uhmmmm Julius "Who the hell am I" Stryker? Meh. I've seen nothing but a bunch of B.S. spewing from Dark Tiger's mouth about... Um... whatever it is he talks about. And frankly it makes me sort of bored. I could have more fun at a barmitzphah then I could sitting through a Dark Tiger promo.

[Marcus stops talking to look again out the window, but as he flips the cover off the window he sees the old woman leaning on the wing, with her hand in one of the engines, sparks fly up into the blackened background causing the plane to falter for a second. Marcus' heart starts pounding and immediately he stands up in his seat to alert the other passengers of their own impending doom.]

Gaines: [Shouting and sounding hysterical.] There is something on the wing of this plane!

[Everyone stared aghast at Marcus, some shocked, others sat with disbelieving faces, a stewardess walked calmly to Marcus.]

Stewardess: [She pushes Marcus down into his seat.] Sir, please calm down. What did you say? There is something on the wing of the plane?

[Marcus nodded and she leaned over to look outside, Marcus brought his head over to try and see as well. But just as he did so, she quickly shut the cover down.]

Stewardess: Do you honestly believe something could survive out there?

[Marcus sighed and shook his head. The stewardess then moved back away from Marcus and continued walking down the aisle. Marcus looked at Tiffany who feined a smile. Marcus smiled widely and held his hand up containing several bags of peanuts.]

Gaines: Heh, heh, heh. I stole some more airplane peanuts out of her pocket when she bent over.

[Tiffany looks at him with that sort of look that says you're thought of as a nut. She turns away from him slightly.]

Gaines: [Drops the bags of peanuts onto his lap, and opens one.] Suit yourself, then. These suckers are good.

[As Tiffany continued to get so her back was completely Marcus, he chewed noisily on the peanuts he had stolen from the Stewardesses pocket just moments ago. Sure, he had thought he saw something on the wing of the plane, but he hated having people think he was nuts. And now he had to think only about his dreams, that gypsy woman seemed to determined to ruin every little thing Marcus thought, and she had been long since gone from his life since last week. Yet she continued to pop up anywhere he was, be it dreams, or real life, she came and quoted those same words: "Debra Coleman is bad for you. Stay Away." And Marcus was now envisioning anything and everything that could possibly be, and it was making him angry. And lucky for him Dark Tiger was on the horizon.]