Feeling the pull of the kaleidoscope of light and howling wind, he called to her, "Follow me!"
Placing her hands over her heart, she shook her head, shouting, "I'm scared."
Darkness fell as the sniper's bullet rang out.
Awaiting their execution by firing squad, Anna slapped Jake with her handcuffs muttering, "It's your ****ing fault we got caught."
Dropping down on one knee, Jake pleaded, "Marry me Anna."
"Marry me and live, Anna, or marry Jake and die," boomed a male voice from the speakers above them.
Death stalked me. The swing of the scythe just a hairbreadth from decapitating me. Unfortunately, Death never saw his own death -- by his own scythe.