Here is my entry for the On Fire contest its going to be sort of crazy but here we go...

Flames of Injustice

By Angel of Death

The sounds of the night was attuned with the crackle of the flames that danced with the moon's breath. I lay in my lover's arms, tears holding my eyes hostage, and sorrow consuming my soul. We have been running for hours, hoping we'd be able to escape the death we now faced.

It was dead outside. The owls that howled in the night, spoke nothing buy silence. The crickets that sung night's song, exuded a silent melody. Only the hiss of the fiery personal sun could be heard.

The last cracks of thunder rang out, synchronized with the frantic beating of our hearts. I could feel Anthony's lips on my neck as I cried. He kept humming against my skin, trying to soothe my troubled soul. Death was upon us, ready to engulf us in its fiery flame. I could not be soothed.

Guilt still rested on my heart. If I hadn't met Anthony, love would not have binded us together with its magic. I'd be at home with my family, living up to all the expectations a farmer's daughter has to live up to. If Anthony hadn't laid his beautiful green oceans on me, he'd still be with his family, and Massachusetts wouldn't be out to kill us. As I thought of all the trouble I caused, I began to inch away from Anthony. I couldn't stand for him to try to soothe me, especially when it was my fault that we were here instead of in our separate lives. A farmer's daughter was not allowed to fall for the Judge's son, it was forbidden. Now we must fight together under our lover's eclipse.

Tears burned my cheeks, as Anthony pulled me back into his arms. His warm breath caressed my cheek, drying the hot tears that rained from my eyes, as he kissed me. He hummed a soft lullaby as I stared at the fiery flames.

"Marie, I don't want you to go," Anthony said sadly.

Anthony's sad voice made the fire burning in my soul worsen. I never wanted to see my angel cry. He was my everything, without him, I would have no reason for living. I turned around to look into my lover's soft green eyes. They were full of sorrow and pain that was illuminated by the fire.

"I love you with all my heart Anthony, and you know that. But I must get out of Massachusetts, if I stay here...they'll find me...and they'll execute me...you," I said, crying heavily.

I could feel Anthony's lips on my hair. The soft lullaby that Anthony hummed continued, staying in tune with the cackling of the orange flames.

"Marie I don't care about what is going to happen to me. I love you, and I live only for you. If you were to be...know that I'd never forgive myself. I'm so sorry Marie." Anthony whispered in my ear.

"What do you have to be sorry for Anthony? You have done nothing but love me unconditionally. I should be the one who is sorry, if we hadn't met then..." I started, wiping away the last drops of tears.

"Don't you ever say that Marie! Please, I can't take you hurting yourself like this. I will never regret meeting you, you silly wonderful girl. You resurrected my soul, Marie, you are my everything. If we die, then we will be together in heaven. Love will bind us forever." Anthony interrupted, turning my head to meet his eyes.

"I only pray that God will rescue us. He is our only light in this dark hell." I said, pressing my head against his cheek.

Anthony sighed deeply and continued his lullaby. He fed his soft song with the pain that he harbored in his soul. I placed my lips on his, and kissed him deeply. He kissed me back harder and deeper than I had kissed him.

I unlocked my arms from around my waist and let him place his warm hands on my face. The kiss that we shared was so beautiful, I did not want to let go. Suddenly, the crackling of the flames from the fire broke my sweet reverie, pushing me back into reality. I pulled away from Anthony gently, and looked into his burning eyes. A smile spread across his beautiful face.

"Are you sure you're not a witch? Because you sure bewitched me." he joked half-heartedly.

I smiled back at him, but I could tell it did not touch my eyes. His forehead began to crease and tears began to suppress the flames in his eyes. Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from behind us. I looked up, fear blanketing my eyes. A dark figure emerged from the trees, its shadow illuminated by the orange flames.

"We found them!" a voice yelled.

I watched as orange lights began to fill the air. Smoke caressed my nose, burning my tears. Anthony's hand slipped into mine, pulling me up. We ran through the dark night, using the midnight sun as our guide. Orange followed behind us as we tried to escape.

Suddenly I tripped over something in the dark, and landed flat on my face. Anthony stopped. I could see the white of his eyes staring at me.

"Run Anthony! Run!" I yelled, fear lining my voice.

Footsteps neared me and I could feel Anthony's hands. He searched in the dark until he found what he was looking for. He pulled me up and took me into a warm embrace. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. Smoke caressed my nose once more, forcing me to open my eyes and break from the kiss.

Two dark figures came towards us and grabbed us up harshly.

Something struck me in the back of my head and everything went black.

*

When I opened my eyes I was in shackles, in a well lit cell. Across from me I could see Anthony. His face was covered with blood and he too was in shackles.

A door opened, letting in the cold morning air. I listened to the sorrow that rained from the sky. I focused on the doorway to find a man standing there. He had on a white wig, and he was dressed in all black.

Two men came in and removed my shackles. Next they went to Anthony and removed his shackles. We were forced out of the cell and into the rain. The two men shoved us down a hill towards a courthouse.

Once we were inside, my heart began to jump. All eyes were on me as I was led down the aisle. We came to a stop before a table where white wigged men sat. They looked at me with angry eyes full of hatred and victory.

"Please let me go! I am not what you think I am!" I begged.

"Silence!" the white wigged man yelled.

"We have people who accuse you of sorcery. In fact, Mrs. Lewis claims that you bewitched her son." another white wigged man explained firmly.

I turned to look at the audience, hoping to meet the eyes of Mrs. Lewis. When I found them they were filled with anger. She glared at me with hatred burning in her soul. The booming voice of a man sprang my eyes back to the table.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" a white wigged man asked.

"I didn't bewitch Anthony. It was love sir. It was just love-the sweetest spell that ever existed. I know it is hard to believe that the son of a judge would fall for a farmer's daughter but...please I am not a witch." I replied, tears filling my eyes.

I noticed Judge Gregory Lewis among the table of wigged men. His eyes bore through me like rays from the sun shining down on the earth. I met his angry gaze, with a pleading one. Suddenly he moved his eyes over towards Anthony, who was being held down by one of the two men that brought us here.

I watched as tears filled Anthony's eyes, and screams broke free from his mouth. His father grew angry and turned his evil glare back on me.

"To prove you are not a witch, you will be set afire." Judge Lewis, explained.

"No!" Anthony yelled, struggling to break free from the man.

"Silence Anthony! You must understand that this is for the good of Massachusetts." his father said angrily.

"You can not take her away from me. She is no witch...I love her father. I love her." he cried.

Judge Lewis ignored his son's cries and then focused on me once more. His eyes were filled with anger but underneath that flame I saw an oasis of guilt.

He motioned for the men to take me away with a pained look on his face.

The eyes of the people began to glare at me as I was forced back down the aisle of the courthouse. Once outside, I looked up at the gray sky and let the final drops of rain caress my face. Knowing that this was the last time I was going to feel rain scared me. New tears formed because of the idea, to hide them, I lowered my head to the ground.

I was pushed onto a platform and angrily shoved next to a wooden pole.

I could hear the victorious shouts, the sad cries, and the crackle of the approaching fire. I could also hear the soft humming of Anthony, mixed with his tears. The lullaby was the sweet melody he hummed to me last night, except this time it was lined with sorrow.

Anthony began to approach the platform, his eyes full of pain. The two men that were posted on either side of the platform, tried to stop him from getting onto the platform. To my surprise, Judge Lewis told them to stand down.

Once he was inches away from me, he pulled my face to his and placed his salt soaked lips on mine. He kissed me from the hallow of my throat to the top of my head.

"I love you, Marie. I always will," he breathed.

His breath tickled my face, I was going to miss that feeling.

"I love you too, Anthony." I said, tears falling from my eyes.

The two men pulled Anthony off of the platform and pushed him back into the crowd. His breath still lingered under my nose, and the taste of his lips still stained my tongue. I was going to miss my sweet angel.

I closed my eyes to lessen the tears that burned my cheeks. I tuned out all the screams and the happy shouts, and listened to Anthony's humming for the last time. It was sweet in a sad way. It reminded me of when we first met. At a town party dancing together around a fire. The soft crackling feeding into our burning love.

Smoke began to caress my nose, breaking me from my sweet thoughts. I opened my eyes to find a man placing the torch on the hay that surrounded me. Anthony's cries began to worsen. I hated to see my angel cry. I gazed into his soft green eyes, and he gazed back into mine.

"Anthony, don't worry. God will be with me as I stand here and look into the eyes of my murderers. He will be with me as I am devoured by the flames of injustice." My words were softly spoken, and tears fell from my eyes.

* I want to thank Sokool and KJ especially for the comments. Thanks a lot!