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[Aundrea Dennis]

She was sitting there with nothing but hope lingering on her shoulders. Her body had taken the worse possible course in it's own destruction. Her eye lids are heavy with sleep deprivation, her clothes was stained with blood, her hair laid in tangle strands, and she wanted nothing more then just to be dead. It was such a healthy wish wouldn't you think? She did and that was all that mattered. Sitting on the ground, the warm grass tickling her feet, she smiled but only for a moment. It was a rare occasion lately and she didn't see why she tried anymore. The resistance was supposed to have this all planned out by now but it looked as if her life was doomed from here on out. There was no way the resistance could win, so why try? She pondered that question everyday and she couldn't ever come up with a plausible answer. Looking around the wind blew around the park and her smile quickly faded from her soft features.

She wasn't in Kansas anymore and nor was she living in the San Francisco that she had once known. There wasn't any yellow brick roads, no flying monkeys, or any ruby red shoes. Oh that would be so cool to own those ruby red shoes, she could so honestly rock them. Then in a moment she cleared her mind of them.

Falling back on her back, he skirt ruffled in the cold breeze and she closed her eyes. She didn't now where Marcus was and she wasn't going to beg him to follow her around. He came when he wanted and left without word. He was dealing with his own problems and she wasn't going to force him to be with her. Sitting now she rested for the first time in months. Today she felt alive for the first time and that's what she wanted...it was what she needed.

[Mark Sullivan]

Mark, fresh from an onslaught of demons parading around town like they were the shit, found his darling Aundrea sitting in the park. A look of ultimate longing was wrapped around her face like a straitjacket. Sweaty, and winded from all the fighting and the general living conditions, Mark was sporting a rather common kind of clothing: rags. Ok not quite, but he didn't exactly have on a suit either. His attire was of old socks, a torn shirt, and weathered khaki shorts. He was heavily burdened with a load of sweat, blood, and all kinds of debris that stained his clothes: most notably scorch marks from the exploding demons he made little work of. But of all his mental boastings about being more powerful than he'd ever been previously due to his lack of apathy, he felt all the more useless in this turmoil.

As he approached, he gave a sigh, and oh how good that sigh felt. A layer of pent up emotion passed through his mouth and fell to the ground with a thud. He felt lighter, in spite of the circumstance. He was standing in the park, which remained somewhat unchanged compared to the other places nearby. While just a block down the street, a raging fire ripped apart an entire neighborhood (of course, demon related) and the northern section of the area was the victim of a vast tremor, the park, while becoming a little less tame, still remained a peaceful place--at least relatively to all the other places that were burning in hell only a step or two away from it.

He sat down next to Aundrea, who was in deep thought, it seemed to Mark. He looked at the ground for a moment, reflecting, and then he looked into her face. She was looking more and more gorgeous than he'd remembered--perhaps another component of relativity, but he was thankful for her in this hour. She was the reason he fought for with all of his limited might. She was the motivation to get off his ass and try to save this planet, and she was the one who showed him a love he'd never realized could possibly even exist. Sadly, he had not been around very much: as his plans were singular and priority. However, they had all failed, save a few successful attempts to obtain information about Na'dian down under (if you know what I mean) and he felt that he'd been away from his little personal muse for too long. She sat there, delicate and graceful, all while being demandingly powerful and authoritative, and she won over his eyes once more. He felt uplifted to see such beauty, such a treat at this dark time. He felt spoiled by her love while so many others are suffering without such love. While his thoughts consisted mostly of her, he still felt for the world in a way he hadn't before in his entire existence.

He sat down after what was probably an instant but felt like an eternity, and touched her shoulder with his roughed, warm hands. "How are you holding up?" He asked quietly, somewhat not even wanting to end her gaze into oblivion. Before asking in his mind for an answer, he felt compelled to grasp her in his arms and love her like he'd not done in what seemed like ages. However, he only caressed her shoulders quietly, and lightly, and stared at her radiant form in its process of taking everything in. How he loved her so.

[Aundrea Dennis]

Her eyelids fluttered like that of butterfly wings entranced with that magic the world once seemed to possess. She was dreaming and when she dreamed she felt guilty. It wasn't that she wanted to feel guilty but her father always told her this famous quote and to this day she never knew who said it, 'a girl can always dream too much, it's better to make it real. a reality of what the world can offer to you.' She smiled in her sleep and she remembered her fathers face. It was always so serene and it sucked that, that her sisters never got to meet him. They would have loved him and deep down, she knew that she would have loved her mother. Everyday she thought about the two of them and how things would had been different if they would have stayed together. Did they even still love each other? Probably not, but it was worth the hope! Without hope and dreaming you never came to realize what you had in front of you.

Sensing the arrival of another being near her, she didn't open her eyes just yet. She wasn't ready too. Her fathers smile was still floating in her mind and she wasn't ready to loose that just yet. Sighing, she felt the wind blow across her face and she shivered to the cold air.

Letting a moan, fall from her soft pink lips, Aundrea pushed herself up off the ground and ran her hand through her tangled hair. She really needed a brush because it looked like she was attacked by a tangle monster and it just wasn't cool.

In the old days of Aundrea Dennis, you would find her dressed in the latest fashions. Walking in her pumps with the out most excellence! Her hair was also kept neat and up tight and a seductive smile was always painted on her fair skin. Now, she was a complete enigma walking and she liked it. Even if she didn't want to admit it. She liked being simple and not needing the everyday necessities that she thought she used to need. She could live without her fendi and the money was no ego boosting leave way.

Seeing Marcus look her in the eyes, she averted his attention and smiled as her cheeks became flushed with rouge. Her hair falling into her face and her leaning back into her arms, she pushed herself over to him. In a matter of seconds, she had her head laid in his lap and she smiled up at him. Taking a hold of a buttercup flower that was the only sign of beauty left in the world, she ripped it up and toyed with it in her hand. "I'm holding up, the best any girl can." she said as her face became complexed. "Marcus I can't sleep, I can't eat, and I feel like I'm falling with the world on my shoulders." she said as she looked him in the eyes. "How are you holding up?" questioned Aundrea with a curious brow. Maybe he would offer up some explaination for his recent disappearances.

[Mark Sullivan]

Mark sat down next to Aundrea, still enticed by her beauty and reform. She shifted slightly when he sat next to her, Mark guessed for his benefit, and he smiled gratuitously at the gesture. . . or was she calling him fat? Just kidding. Then she countered his question with the same one. How was he holding up? This almost blindsided Mark, as he had not thought of his own health in quite a while. It was always about the good of mankind or the good of San Francisco. Obviously if you've lost track of yourself something has gone terribly wrong. Or has it? It seemed that everyone was in full-scale survival mode in this world today, and Mark most notifiably so because of his endeavors in the recent months. Maybe it was a part of him that wanted to keep his own welfare out of mind so that he could focus on his cause all the more efficiently. Still, even if this was so, Mark had a question pressed against his face with a bit of momentum. He got over the initial shock and afterthought, and said "Well, considering apocalypse is on the horizon, I feel relatively at peace with the universe." Trying to put a bit of humor into the situation didn't seem to deter any of the intensifying grief that Aundrea was sauntering within.

He looked at her, and said quietly, yet honestly "Baby, you know we won't lose. As dark as it is in this world right now, we just cannot give up. The only thing we have left is each other, and as corny as that sounds, you know it's absolutely true. Drea, don't hold these things so high on yourself that you lose focus of rewards to reap in the end. Don't challenge yourself to a fight that you feel from the beginning that you will lose. You are the most powerful woman I've ever met--you've lived through hell, fought off the most powerful evil being in existence and managed to feel bad about losing in the end instead of dying. That shows so much about you that I don't think you realize. " After his little cheesy-ass pep talk that was ironically a whole-hearted statement, he decided that it was time to talk about the elephant in the room.

I know I haven't been around much--and you've handled my scheming very very well, and I just want to thank you. It's time I disclose some info to you--I know it sucks to be in the dark. Sadly, in after all of the scheming I've done, nothing has come of it, save a few alive innocents, and the scoop on what kind of shoes the queen likes to wear. I spent all this time trying to study what she is up to, but you have to hand it to her, not even the god of justice could justify a bit of luck in this matter. She has the most intricate ways of avoiding someone I've ever seen. She has bodyguards out the ass, and more cloaking magic than I've ever witnessed. But there is one thing I did notice: at some points, she just walks around, alone, dressed up, and on the prowl. It must be her "fun time" because she just wreaks havoc for no apparent reason save the joy of it. I am more than certain though that my watching her was not unnoticed. I felt her presence immensely, and as powerful as she is, she had to have felt my presence. She didn't care to act like she knew I was there though--I suppose she didn't care. She does actually have us in her pocket at the moment. But that is really all that I found out in the end."

He took a moment to clear his throat, and look around the park for any sign of others around--it was a dangerous time after all--and then he looked back to her, and smiled a little forcefully. put one of his heavy arms around her shoulders, and rubbed one of them with his hand. He sighed heavily, and looked to the ground, awaiting a reply--whether it be by word or by body language, and held his heavy soul with all his might from breaking on the hard floor of apathy.

[Aundrea Dennis]

She was heavily broken in so many aspects. It was like someone had taken a sledge hammer to her favorite mirror and their was no hope in trying to fix it. It made her choke up for a second as she thought about it and then that's when she realized something. People expected so much from her that they didn't give a damn about her being sick. She knew that she was but apparently to everyone else they didn't. Aundrea couldn't tell you what the problem was but she figured it had something to do with her lack of everything such as eating, sleeping, and even smiling. Lately she didn't care about herself because others made her think she was just fine. Perfectly fine with nothing wrong with her.

Clearing her throat as she laid in Marcus's lap, she smiled a forced smile as she played with a dandelion. She began pulling off it's petals with the sick ideology of it was better for the plant because it's beauty would only hinder it here. When all the petals were taken from the embrace of the bud, she dropped the stem to the ground and lowered her head down towards her chest. She didn't know what she wanted to do, there wasn't any stars in this world...fucking Na'dian kept destroying them in hopes of stopping the prophecy from happening. Would she succeed that way or was their still hope for them? In god's truth, she was tired of trying to handle things like this. She wasn't going to live forever anyways, so what was the use in trying? She would much rather spend it right here in, Marcus's warm embrace and enjoying his sweet taste forever.

"Marcus we will lose." she said almost quietly as she tried everything in her power to avoid his eyesight. "There is nothing we can do about it. San Francisco is the only part of the world that's still alive, the rest of the world as we know it is gone. How in the hell are we supposed to fight that when the rest of the world couldn't? I've thought about it long and hard...I will still fight but I'm not going to sugar coat it to these people anymore. Most of them think I'm some super woman or something but I'm not. I'm human just like everyone else." she spoke her eyes welling up and she fought with all her might to hold them back. "Even you said it! Don't fight a battle that I know we will loose...Marcus we haven't won anything and all we have gained is nothing. Countless people have died because I led them into battle! How is that winning? It's not...I just need to grow up and realize that life is no longer a fairytale." she said as he began to rub her shoulders.

"It's those fucking red pumps, isn't it?" spoke Aundrea in hopes of lightening her mood. It was those red pumps because everyone was telling her about them and someone had even managed to take pictures of them. It was like they were playing paparazzi now and it made her sick. "Joking...." she said as she cleared her throat and removed his hands from her shoulder. She quickly brought herself to her feet to look down at her lover. "She's been doing that to all of us...especially me. The other day I saw her in the park and she was just vagrantly killing people. While she was killing she looked over at me and just smiled. I wanted to help them but I was by myself. She taunts us with everything and that's how she is going to win this war. Na'dian doesn't care...she's going to start coming after us one by one."

[Mark Sullivan]

Well, it was true--Drea had given up. It wasn't like he could blame her or anything--he had given up at one point too, but something caused him to redeem himself for his loss of faith, and it was about time Drea saw it as well. "I said, do not start a war that you cannot win--we haven't started a damn thing that we can't finish!" His voice rose a bit to a tenser tone than he had meant, but he didn't take it back. "There is always a way, there is always a kind of loophole, there is always hope, and if you feel as though I am lying to you about this now, then you aren't the same girl I thought you were. Of all the people in the world to give up like this, it had to be you? The love of my life? The head of a fucking cause that states otherwise to your doubts? The skilled witch who's just had a bit too much thrown onto her shoulders?" He looked down, calming himself just a bit, for he didn't want to come across as angry, just passionate.

"No, you don't seem to get it. No one does. Not the Elders, not you, not Na'dian: there is never a lost cause; there is never a completely one-sided victory, no matter what anyone will tell you. If there is an opposition of any sort in this world, it is a victory of its own accord, and in an of itself, but to have an assembly of people like us--it's downright frightening to the Queen. Of course she keeps up pretenses with her casual walks of death, and instilling fear into everyone she can--this is an act! She will only kill us if we allow it. We are the only people in the world that can stand up to that bitch and actually make her feel lesser!"

He cooled for a moment more, and then kept on: "So you think we've lost because she's cut us off from the world, she's killed hundreds of thousands with a passing thought, and she's broken the charmed line, eh? I'll have you know this, and I'll have you know this right now: she's had to do these things to level out he playing field: we are too powerful to her--the resistance is made up of so much untapped power that she wants to expose our weaknesses, and our fears so that she can capitalize on them--don't give into this bullshit! She has had to turn our world upside down, and bring about an entire world's worth of demons to cross us, and as formidable as it is, it is still a faraway cry from the shores of defeat. There are others in the Charmed line--all they must do is make the connection with each other, there are a dozen Gods communicating and devising ways of ending this hell on earth, and there are ruthless survivors becoming more and more agitated and excited, powerful, everyday. You don't yet see it, Aundrea, but you've yourself an army to match that of the old bitch Na'dian, and you're so close to letting it fall away its unbelievable."

[Aundrea Dennis]

If you lose a person you care about then it changes your mindset a bit. A death of any kind can change a person and if you lied and said you were un-phased then you were indeed not telling the truth. Even if you didn't care about a person, you would still feel that void of not being able to hate that person. Anyway you went, you didn't go unscathed. Holding her breath, she thought about when she first came to San Francisco and first met her sisters. They were twins and she despised them with all her being. Some would call her jealous but that was too crazy of a notion to believe. She was way better then her siblings! Aundrea Dennis was faster, smarter, stronger and luckier then any of the sisters and that was still true till this day. Aundrea remembered meeting her sisters for the first time though, Aubrey had drove her crazy and within their first meeting in the hospital - the had gotten into a crazy fight in which the older sister had lost. Drea remembered smiling as she magically whooped her sister's ass and with that she has always remained supreme. Scarlet though had gotten on good terms with Aundrea when they first met and they seemed to be cool with one another. When she died, Aundrea did feel a void inside of her and there was nothing she could do to keep it closed.

She remembered crying for hours with Aubrey by her side and in ways, her death brought the two rival siblings together. Releasing her breath, she avoided her lovers glare and picked at the daisy that found it's way into her hands. Listening to Marcus's words sparked anger within her and she quickly pushed herself off him. She fell onto her knees and she turned to face him. Hurt was displaced on her face and it was evident as she took the flower and threw it to the ground. "But it is the same thing Marcus! We didn't have to fight....we could of let the Charmed Ones handle it! But no, we had to do butt in and we did start the resistance that is losing terribly! There is no loop hole for us and there is no way for us to kill her Marcus! Haven't you heard the prophecy going around? The Blue Eyed girl is the one to detest Na'dian, not us! Sure I'm a big bad bitch and have always been one but I know my limits. This war is killing me and I feel it. Within months I won't be here and I've accepted that! I'm dying and I know it and there is nothing to change it." she said as he eyes began to water. She couldn't cry now, she had held up so strong for so long now and she just couldn't. Trying to stop her tear ducts, was nearly impossible and within seconds she flooded herself in tears.

Aundrea wiped them away but they just kept coming back. "Your right on the fact that she does fear us but she isn't scared of us. If she was scared she wouldn't attempt coming here! She wouldn't attempt trying to turn us into her slaves Marcus! Your the one that doesn't understand and it sucks that I can't make you see! So forgive me because for once in this war I'm taking care of me! I'm going to assure that Aubrey gets all the plans that I have put together and then I'm gone. I'm done and that's final - no going back. I will support her but never will I take responsibility for the lives of others. Like you said there are others in this Charmed Line, it isn't forever broken and they will fix this! Let the God's take care of people - I'm not God, so I shouldn't be playing the part!" she said as she turn away from Marcus and tightened the limp jacket she was wearing. "Marcus God's don't die...they pass on to the next life, but I don't. I'm living a life that will shortly be taken from me and in time you will see that." she said in a whisper as she watched the sun set before her very eyes. What was she to do now? Was this really the end for her? Or was there still a chance for her to redeem herself?

[Mark Sullivan]

<sup>As Aundrea sat there placidly, and let her heart spill through her mouth, Mark's own heart sank. She was right--she was always right--and Mark secretly knew it. Mark never really reiterated everything he'd seen--he didn't fully relay the news to his girl. He knew the value of trust, but he also knew the value of morale, and it was already crushing Aundrea with what she knew already, and he didn't want to be the one to drop another ton of shit into her lap. It just wasn't fair--wasn't it supposed to be a world in balance? Isn't it supposed to be counteractive? Like a power placement? Wasn't it the will of the higher beings to make things level out? Or was the now banished evil realm also losing its stand with good as well? Oh how Mark wished it was that world he was in. Maybe just switch himself with his counterpart? But no, that portal was more than sealed--The Charmed One's whitelighter made damn sure of that.

He sat there reminiscing, and taking everything in around him. He felt like something was sucking his own life out from under him, and everything around him was constantly on a fall into oblivion. Things seemed less sharp to his eyes, except the blood. The blood was a crisper and more tangible existence and seemed to have gained a hold on his eyes even moreso than the other object's fleeting images. Things were starting to unnerve him, and he felt it. It was like a great virus had settled under his skin, and nestled there, reproducing, creating more and more unsettling images in his mind, more twitches in his eye, more heaviness on his shoulders, while seemingly draining his eye's powers of sight with an exception of a hue of red--for it seemed to thrive off the very sight of something menacing and maroon spurting from a once-living, once-loved thing. It was so fucked up.

But the more he thought about the fear setting into his heart, the more he combated the beast. He wouldn't be put down like a fucking mutt. He wasn't accepting anything until it was on his terms, whether it be Na'dian's will or the will of the highest power himself, Mark was going to do the deciding on this matter and they would just have to deal with it. He was tired of running, and yet tired of fighting. He was sore from losing but enraged and encouraged by it as well, as if everything that was happening was the gateway for mark to finally come into his own form. No, not magically, but mentally, emotionally. Mark had grown up, and it was about damn time. No more overtly immature ways under the name "God Of Justice", he had let too many people down with his love of a certain side of the battle. He figured that if he had cleared his mind of complication and seen it as "one side is trying to break the balance" as the other Gods who were fairing so much better than he, he might actually have been some use in the war. If he had been smart, he wouldn't have gone off by himself, plotting random stunts that landed him two steps backward for every inch forward. He could have been meeting with the other powers, he could have been conforming the masses of humans and magical folk alike, and he could have been making a difference in this war, not letting Aundrea down, not letting her fall from grace into the worthless, death-accepting woman she had become, he might've saved the whole damn world! . . . or not. He knew better than that. It just wasn't meant to be. In his newfound matured state, he found his faults to be more than plenty, but downright innumerable.

Nothing he could have done would have affected everything--it wasn't his destiny to do so. Yeah, he'd heard about the blue-eyed girl. he wasn't sure who had started that rumor, but in spite of his doubts, he hoped with all his heart that something would just all out of the sky and hit that queen bitch where it hurts.But something about that prophecy pissed Mark off. How is it that the entire good magical community in the world has fallen under the influence of a single evil being, after years of war, open, and indirect, and in the end, after all the hope is lost, and everyone near and dear is dead, that a girl is gonna fall from the sky and make Na'dian just go away? Why not let someone from the world have that ability? Why isn't the world self-maintained as such?

It was horribly insulting to Mark in a way, and he couldn't sit well with the notion of a random chick just appearing and making everything alright--mostly because nothing WOULD be alright. The entire world was in ruins, purged into the dark ages practically. Is it some kind of supernatural cleansing? It didn't make any sense to Mark, while he put himself into mental traction trying to locate a single ounce of genuine truth in this fantasy. But, in the end he knew it wouldn't come to him--things of the sort always eluded the beings of the world--they weren't strong enough in the head to be able to understand such complicated issues--except in their dreams when the higher powers give away certain secrets: glmpses into the future, etc. and even then people have gone mad, died in their sleep, and all sorts of shit that Mark sighed at. Of course,Mark's true reasoning on the matter was simple: the higher powers were just convoluted assholes trying to get their jollies on by waging a 2,000 year war of human-on-human, and the humans were losing.

Mark stopped all his inner psychobabble for a moment to realize a few words Aundrea had said while he was in lala land: she was going to die--soon. With the pressure she was under and the world at a loss for heroes, minus the blue-eyed girl that everyone wanted to, and yet no one had, seen, Mark could definitely see that happening to her. But he must not let that happen: she was all he had to live for in this desperate leftover carcass of a world. She was the ivy growing on the tombstone: she hid the darkness from his eyes with her beauty and her sparkle--both of which seemed to have faded, maybe due to his weakening eyes, maybe due to her weakening spirit--maybe a bit of both, but he couldn't help feeling extremely repulsed by the possible loss of his loved one. He cared not for anyone else in the world as he did for her. She was never a burden for him, always loving, and up until this moment, hard as rock and cool as ice in any situation. But, underneath it all, she was, in fact human, as was he, somewhere in that magical DNA, and he could only imagine the suffering she was going through in that time. He almost teared up at the thought of her death, and he leaned over to her, re-embracing her with his loving grasp.

He said softly to her with his broken voice "For both our sakes, I hope to high heaven you are wrong." He didn't tighten his grip too much for fear of smuggling her, and her wanting to be relinquished from his arms, but he wanted to hold her as long as he possibly could, and it took every fiber of every single bit of his being to even think to keep himself from embracing her with everything that he had--hell just make love even, then and there--but no, that would not make her happy, it would just fulfill some long-awaited desires in the lust department. He could hardly do it, but he ended up restraining himself and his dire love for Aundrea. He kept the embrace strong but soft, and rubbed her shoulder with his hands. "I don't want you to ever suffer again, and I know that I can't do that, but rest assured, if it takes my own life from me, I will not let you come to any harm. May I have the higher power's blessing in that statement, as your own. I love you, and I won't stop loving you. As cheesy as it sounds, you know its absolutely true." He nestled with her a little more, and then let loose for her to have her space. He didn't want to overdo anything, so he just let her sit there, while he wallowed in his own emotional baggage silently.

Apparently, through this whole moment, he had overlooked a pain in his head, not even connected to what battle was being waged where, or who was attacking what--just a simple stress pain. It was a little less simple at this point, and it seemed to be provoking small amounts of shaking in his arms in response to the horrendous pain--he couldn't believe he'd actually blocked something that serious out. It was as if he had started to sacrifice everything for this fight--even pain was less noticeable--not that that was a bad thing. He just couldn't believe the fleeting humanity in the world, and the more he thought on this newfound issue, the more freaked out he got--he was actually numb on the inside AND out. How anyone was functioning in this world, he did not know, but it must be tied to the will because everything else seemed to be losing it in some way, fashion, or form.

He looked into the distance, and after he had said these things, he realized how truly blessed he was to still be with her after all this time, and things seemed to clear his mind a bit, while the storm of the century still loomed over his brain wreaking havoc, he felt at ease, as if a wind was blowing ferociously into it, leaving a cooler, less aggravated state of mind behind. His eyes seemed to re-adjust themselves to focus, everything was a little less bleak, and all seemed to calm Mark down to a slow lull of relief. No, nothing was going right, no one was saved, they were probably fucked in the long run of things, but at that moment, there were no demons attacking, there wasn't a heavy sound of battle raging around them, and there wasn't a distasteful silence hanging over them: it was a comforting one in the stead of chaos, and Mark loved that moment more than any moment previously in his entire life.</sup>

[Aundrea Dennis]

She took her attention away from Markus because as of now he didn't deserve it. It was so funny how your feelings for someone could change so quickly and that was how hers was. It sucked you know? She loved Markus but somethings you just couldn't take back. It cut you deep and the wound sometimes got infected and it festered into something that became hard to deal with. It needed medical attention and you would have to wait weeks to get the proper feeling back into your life. Sure it sucked that you had to wait so long sometimes but then again was it? Of course not because you got to figure things out about yourself that you never knew about yourself. It was weird how you could completely leave yourself behind and not even realize it until it was too late turn back around. That other part of you that you forgot to help, was dead. Simple as that. Sure it was sad and all but what else could you fucking do? Nothing! That's what!?! You couldn't bring back the old you, but you could try and that was that. You might have been able to see remnants of the old you but you would never see the you that you wanted to. Even now as Aundrea sat on the ground with her current beau, she avoided his eyes unlike the first time they had met. Back when he first saw her - the youngest sister - she was a slut. She would look any guy in the eye and if they were lucky and if she had felt like it then, she would had given it up. Now however, that girl that used to be was so foreign unto her for so many reasons. First, Aundrea didn't act like a slut anymore and the thought of sleeping around repulsed her! She couldn't stand it when some random man tried to touch her and they were lucky to even have their hands after their little games of grab and touch.

Sitting here now she watched as her hand trembled but what for was completely unknown to her. Was she really scared of everything that was out there trying to kill her? Was she really scared for the life she hardly got to live? Was she scared that because for the first time in her life she might be about to die due to her sickness that plauged her body? Or was it lastly for the first time in her life, she was experiencing true love? She didn't know but then again she didn't have the time to try and figure it all out. Even if she did, she wouldn't want to! Taking her other hand, she quickly clasped the other to keep it from shaking oh - so violently and she turned her head even further away from Markus.

Standing up, she brushed the ruffles from her dress and seethed with a sudden anger. It wasn't a rough and hatred filled anger but more so one of miscommunication of words she couldn't say to explain herself. She didn't hate Marcus in general but she hated some of his beliefs and that was never going to change. She had already worked that over and over gain in her head and she already know that much. Right now, instead of trying to talk sense with Marcus, she needed to breakout. She needed to get away from all of this and she wasn't going to make it unless it was on her own terms. She couldn't have others yelling at her about what she needed to do and that wasn't cool. Aundrea had the devil on her shoulder and it was coming over her and before that happened, Aundrea quickly decided to fight it. She knew that Marcus would be angry for her next words that would soon find their way to her lips but she didn't care. Looking down at the ground, she calmed herself and a smile appeared on her pursed lips as if she finally understood something. "It has to be true because I want it that way." she said knowing that Mark would defiantly take it the wrong way. "I've made my life here and I'm actually happy the way it would end! I mean I got the love of the greatest guy on the planet, I've met my sisters who I love with all my heart, and I felt like I have left my product of a legacy here on this planet." she said as she winced with mere wonderment of her own words. When Marcus told her that he loved her and wanted no harm to ever come her way or that he would die trying, she just shook her head and laughed. It wasn't to mean that she didn't believe him but he was just a silly boy to think that he always had to protect her from the outside world.

"Marcus I am leaving for a bit to find myself because I believe I have to. I know your going to think it is such crap but don't think that. I need time to clear my head and while I'm gone I want you to have the resistance. Aubrey can't handle it because she will only suffer the same fate as my own." she whispered with a nod in his direction. "seriously I can protect myself and don't worry?" she asked as if she was letting him down.

[Mark Sullivan]

As the two sat there, Aundrea seemed to teem with some hidden thoughts, that he felt would spite him if let out. He could see it in her face as she suddenly removed herself from his loving hold. He understood more than she thought, however: nothing was ever to be the same, and underneath all of his promises he felt the coldness seethe beneath a layer of deceit: the fucker was lying--and he knew it somewhere inside himself. He could never protect her from what was out there, lest he be the highest power of them all, and he was hardly so. Something within himself started to wither a bit when she started to speak, but it wasn't something important--just faith, just hope for something positive to come from this ordeal. Chaos was winning the seemingly longest war ever to be waged, and he felt like a pawn in a pointless game of chess. All his powers, all his knowledge--none of it withheld any manner of consequence, and he knew it.

He felt surges of nerves within, his heart throbbing imperceptibly fast, his mind racing like it had been recently, something he thought he'd been used to, something he thought he knew. He then realized that he knew nothing, and he had everything in existence to fear, because it was just the nature of things--something he had to deal with. He heard the words she said, and felt the meanings of the words cut deeply into his core. The tears came uninvited and uncontrollably. He found himself as drenched as Aundrea had been only moments before. On one side of his mind he was thinking How can she do this to me? After everything we've done? She's gonna throw herself in the pit or something? does our love mean nothing to her!? While on the other he realized her intentions: She is so right, and I must let her do whatever it is she needs to--I cannot do enough for her--nothing I do will ever stop what is supposed to happen, I've got to accept it.

On the outside, he found himself bawling like an unattended toddler, falling into his hands and making a mess of himself. The warmth of his hands cut through the crisp tears and he wiped them away afer only a moment of this blubbering foolishness. He looked at her with a painful understanding, and an embracing gaze upon his facade. His eyes swollen, his body quaking, he said quietly as she distanced herself from him that he loved her, and would not attempt to stop her. He dried his tears, and looked away from her as if not to tease himself with her again. The love he felt for her made everything so much worse for him in this situation, and he couldn't handle it--he just had to shut it all out for a moment. He thought of everything: how the hell was a not-yet-fully ascended god with a hero complex and half-assed notions supposed to run anything? He couldn't understand that aspect, but he felt that if a mere mortal could do it, then he could--who the hell was he fooling? the thought was blown straight from his mind--everything was. In just a few brief moments he went from the manly, concerned man to the owner of the resistance, the loser of a great woman, and the fool crying his sockets dry whilst he should have been man enough to get off his ass and assert his duties. But no one is perfect.

[Aundrea Dennis]

The emotion that rushed through her body couldn't be compared. It ripped at her heart and it was something that couldn't be fought. She could sit here all day and try to make words fit into this moment but it was impossible. It was trying to mesh pieces of different puzzles together, when nothing was fixable at all. Instead of crying like he was, she couldn't bring herself to feel the remorse on that sort of level. It wasn't as if she was leaving him forever but there were somethings she needed to take care of for herself and if it meant leaving her beau then that was the only way. This was her original sin and she did however felt as if she was resorting back to her primal instincts of fucking up 'boys' lives. That was never her original intent in this situation but she feared that Markus knew her all to well and would just assume her motives here today.

Upon seeing tears roll from his always confident and strong eyes, she quickly pushed forward and took his hands in hers. "Markus stop!" she said as she begin to regret her move to leave. Looking at him and forcing a solemn smile, Aundrea finally found her nerve to continue speaking. "Baby. It's just for awhile and not forever. I just got to take care of somethings and I don't think I need to involve you in thi. Please, I'm serious Mark - I love you more then this world..." she said as she decided to show him what she meant. She quickly moved into his lap and brought her hands to his rough face. Planting her lips on her his, she moved her lips with such a passion as she took in his faint scent.

Pushing him back on the ground she pushed her hands up to his hair and gently but firmly tangled her fingers with his lush dark locks. She didn't want to leave him but if there was any way to convince him, then this was it. She loved him with all her heart and she just hoped that he would be able to see this.