Marley is Dead

Epilogue

© 1998 by Sardonyx


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Kunzite was sitting in his chair, surrounded by the walls of the great, cold, dark castle. He could hear Beryl's summons ringing in his ears.

Today, the stage is set, and it can all end.

He did not go to her immediately. He'd let her wait awhile. She wouldn't mind dallying with her Endymion, anyway. And if she did decide to kill him... well, what difference would it make.

Bitch.

He sighed, glad anyway that her summons had awoken him. Lord Kunzite had had nightmares before, but... no, he was better not to think on it. He'd decided long before.

Standing, he walked over to a table where sat a slightly faded photograph, in a gold frame. Picking it up, he looked ruefully at it for a moment, then on a rare impulse, kissed it tenderly and laid it down again. Not long now.

He stepped away from the table, and gathered the energy to teleport to Beryl's throne room.

It was then that Lord Kunzite realized he wore only one glove.

"God save us all."

Without risking further thought, he vanished in a swirl of violet energy.

- The End -


Author's Note:

Are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?

Regardless, it's finally over. I'd like it very much if someone would drop me a note at sardonyx@writeme.com and say what they thought. Final thanks to Takeuchi Naoko and Charles Dickens. Over and out.


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