The Ending Of Jace Locke

In the darkness, the world burned. Flames licked at the sky, and the streets were littered with the lifeless bodies of men and women, their faces frozen in terror. A shadowed figure stood over one of them, a knife plunged deep into a man's chest, blood pooling around him like a sickening river. The chaos seemed endless, the echoes of screams fading into the night. As the blade twisted, the world around him dissolved into blackness, and then. silence. Marcus gasped, his chest tightening, his breath shallow and rapid. Sweat drenched his brow as he snapped his eyes open, clinging on to the last remnants of the nightmare. He wiped his face, muttering to himself. "Another one. What's happening to me?" His mind reeled, but before he could fall into it again, a distant memory cut through the fog—Mary. The warmth of her smile, the softness of her voice on their first date. He took a deep breath and forced himself out of bed, his mind still haunted by the shadows as he readied himself for the day.Marcus woke up to the sound of his father's heavy boots stomping across the wooden floor, followed by a booming voice. "Marcus! Time to rise and shine! You want to grow up weak, or do you want to be strong like a man?" His father, a World War II veteran, was strict but filled with a joy that could never be mistaken for anything but love. He had always believed in discipline, in pushing his son to be better, no matter the cost. "Get out of bed and do your push-ups. No excuses!" Marcus groaned but obeyed, pushing his muscles to their limits, feeling the weight of his father's expectations press down on him.After a quick breakfast, Marcus made his way to the bathroom, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he prepared for school. He had the usual school day ahead of him, but today was different. Today, he was meeting Mary after school. The thought of it made his heart race. She was always a bright spark in his life, the girl who had been by his side since childhood, and now—she was his date. A thrill ran through him as he pulled on his school uniform, his mind buzzing with excitement.Meanwhile, across town, Mary was already awake. The sun barely peeking through the curtains couldn't hide her smile as she hurriedly dressed, her thoughts consumed with the plans for their date. The excitement in her chest was almost unbearable. She had been dreaming of this moment for so long, and now, it was finally happening. After school, Marcus would be hers, and nothing else mattered. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusting her hair, trying to look perfect for him. Today would be the start of something new.The streets were bustling with the energy of the morning rush, the distant hum of cars and the chatter of other students filling the air. Marcus walked briskly, his heart still racing with anticipation. The city seemed to come alive around him, but his focus was solely on Mary. He could already picture her face, her smile, and the way she would laugh when they exchanged jokes. The thought of it made his steps lighter, his pace quicker.As he turned the corner near her house, he saw Mary waiting for him by the gate, her dark hair flowing in the wind as she bounced on the balls of her feet, clearly eager to get going. When their eyes met, she waved, a warm smile spreading across her face. Marcus felt his stomach flip at the sight of her, and he couldn't help but grin in return.Marcus stood tall, easily towering over most of his classmates at 6 feet. His muscular build spoke of years spent pushing himself to the limits, the result of his father's insistence on discipline. With rich brown hair and dark, soulful eyes, he carried a quiet intensity that drew attention wherever he went. His sharp features and chiseled jawline were complemented by his fair complexion, making him appear almost sculpted, as if made for admiration. While his serious demeanor often made him seem distant, there was an undeniable pull to his presence, one that many of the school's female students couldn't ignore.Mary, on the other hand, was smaller, standing at just 5'1". Her body, though not as tall, was curvaceous and full of life. Her hips were wider than her shoulders, a soft curve that contrasted with her thin waist. Her figure was fuller in all the right places—her rounded backside and medium-sized breasts giving her an alluring presence. Despite her shorter stature, she walked with confidence, her fiery spirit and radiant smile making her stand out in a crowd. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly, falling in waves around her shoulders. She wasn't just pretty—there was something magnetic about her, a natural beauty that drew eyes, especially from Marcus, who couldn't help but feel a special connection whenever they were together.Marcus and Mary's friendship had begun long before either of them could fully understand the complexities of the world around them. They had grown up in the same small neighborhood, their homes only a few streets apart. Their parents had known each other for years, with Marcus' father and Mary's father often sharing stories of the past over coffee and long conversations. While their families had different lifestyles—Marcus' father, a strict and hardworking veteran, and Mary's father, a charismatic politician—there was a bond that formed between the two children early on.As kids, they spent countless hours together, playing in the nearby park, riding bikes around the block, and helping each other with schoolwork. Mary's parents, both highly respected figures in the community, had always ensured she had the best education and upbringing money could buy. Her father, a powerful politician, was well-known for his charm and influence, often working late into the night to shape policies that affected the city. His success allowed Mary to live a life filled with privileges, though she never let it go to her head. She had always remained grounded, a down-to-earth girl despite her family's wealth and status.On the other hand, Marcus' upbringing was more humble. Raised by a single father who struggled with alcoholism, Marcus never had the luxury of a perfect, well-rounded family. His father's love was constant, though, and it was the one thing that kept Marcus going through difficult times. While Mary had always been surrounded by wealth and high social circles, Marcus had a more modest life, but it never bothered him. What he valued most was his friendship with Mary, who had always been there for him when things were tough.As they grew older, their bond only deepened. They shared their hopes, dreams, and fears with each other, becoming inseparable. Mary, with her warm heart and sharp intelligence, was always the one who lifted Marcus' spirits when life seemed too heavy. And Marcus, with his quiet strength and fierce loyalty, was the protector Mary never knew she needed. The two of them had become more than just childhood friends—they had become each other's safe place in a world that often felt too cold.As high school approached, their friendship began to evolve into something more complicated. Marcus began to notice Mary in ways he hadn't before. Her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled when she spoke of her dreams, the way she looked when she was lost in thought—he found himself drawn to her more than just as a friend. And Mary, despite the world of opportunities and attention she had from others, always returned his gaze with a softness that spoke volumes.Though Mary's father's political career often pulled her in different directions, attending events and meeting with other influential figures, she always made time for Marcus. It wasn't the grandiosity of her family's world that kept her grounded—it was her friendship with him. She trusted him more than anyone, and in return, Marcus couldn't help but admire her strength and independence. But as their feelings began to shift from simple friendship to something deeper, neither of them knew how to navigate it. The path ahead was uncertain, but they both felt something undeniable stir within them.Still, no matter how complicated things became, Marcus and Mary were always there for each other, like two halves of a whole. Even as the world around them grew more complex, they clung to the simplicity of their bond, holding on to the past as if it was the one thing they could rely on.--"Morning!" she called out, her voice bright, her excitement impossible to hide."Morning," he said, catching up with her. "Ready for another day of school?"Mary's smile widened as she linked her arm with his, her fingers brushing against his. "I'm more excited for after school," she said softly, her voice full of meaning.Marcus laughed, a sound filled with a mix of joy and nervous energy. "Yeah, me too."Together, they walked down the familiar path to school, their steps in sync, the world around them fading into the background. They didn't speak much—there was something peaceful in the quiet moments they shared. The sound of their footsteps was the only noise between them, the gentle rhythm of their walk speaking volumes. With each step, Marcus felt closer to her, as if, just maybe, this day could be the start of something new, something deeper.And as they reached the gates of the school, they paused for a moment, standing together before the chaos of the day. The excitement still lingered in the air, but beneath it, there was something else—an unspoken connection that neither of them could deny. They smiled at each other, knowing that, no matter what happened, today would be theirs.The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, and Marcus' heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of Mary across the crowded hallway. She stood there, bathed in the warm afternoon light that filtered through the windows, her smile radiant as she spotted him. For a moment, everything around them seemed to blur, as if the world had stopped just for the two of them. His chest tightened in anticipation, and he found himself walking toward her with a sense of purpose he hadn't known he had before."Hey, you," Marcus greeted, his voice low but filled with excitement.Mary's eyes sparkled as she grinned. "Hey, yourself." Her gaze lingered on him, the weight of her affection evident in every glance. The air between them seemed charged with something more than friendship—something both terrifying and beautiful. They had known each other forever, yet this was different. Today, it felt as if the entire world had aligned just for them."Ready for our date?" Marcus asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he feared the magic of the moment might slip away if he spoke too loudly.Mary nodded, her smile widening. "I've been waiting for this all day."With a quick glance to make sure no one was watching, Marcus gently took her hand, and she squeezed it back, the simple gesture making both of their hearts race. Marcus and Mary stepped out into the late afternoon sun, the excitement of their date buzzing between them. Marcus flashed her a smile as they made their way to the car, the anticipation of the evening ahead making his heart race a little faster."So, movie first?" Marcus asked, his eyes sparkling with playful excitement.Mary grinned, nudging him lightly with her shoulder. "Of course! You know I can never resist a good rom-com. But you have to promise me you won't fall asleep halfway through like last time.""I'll try my best," Marcus chuckled, knowing full well that he was often a little too relaxed during movies. "But no guarantees."They drove to the theater, chatting about everything and nothing, the air between them light and easy. When they arrived, Marcus paid for the tickets, and they made their way inside, finding their seats just as the previews started. The theater was dim, and as the lights went down, Marcus caught Mary's hand in his, squeezing it gently. The movie began, but neither of them were paying much attention to the screen. They were too busy stealing glances at each other, the simple act of being together in that moment feeling like something out of a dream.After the movie, they headed to a nearby restaurant, one with a cozy atmosphere and soft lighting that made the evening feel even more special. They were seated by a window, the soft glow of the streetlights outside casting a warm hue over the table. As they perused the menu, their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and teasing."You're going to order the biggest pizza, aren't you?" Mary teased, raising an eyebrow as she glanced at Marcus' menu."Maybe," he said, pretending to consider the options. "But only because I need to make sure I can keep up with you."Mary rolled her eyes but smiled. "You're ridiculous."The food arrived, and they dug in, savoring every bite while continuing to chat. Marcus couldn't help but watch Mary, her joy infectious, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the simplest things. He loved the way she lit up when she spoke about something she was passionate about, whether it was her family's work or her dreams for the future.As the evening went on, they shared a dessert, laughing at the mess they made trying to feed each other bites of chocolate cake without getting frosting all over their faces. The warmth between them, the ease of their laughter, made the world outside feel miles away. It was as if nothing else mattered in that moment—just the two of them.After dinner, they made their way to the hotel, the night still young and filled with possibility. The lobby was quiet, the lights soft, and as they checked in, Marcus felt a thrill run through him. They walked up to the room, their steps echoing in the empty hallway, and when they reached the door, Marcus hesitated for a moment, his hand on the handle."Tonight's been perfect," he said softly, glancing at Mary. "I'm glad we're doing this."Mary smiled up at him, her face glowing with happiness. "What do you mean? We are just going to rest here, right?"As Marcus and Mary entered the hotel room, an air of anticipation hung thickly in the air. The two students, driven by unyielding passion, wasted no time in shedding their clothes, their kisses growing more intense with each passing moment. Mary, with her curvaceous figure and slender frame, stood before Marcus, slowly undressing him with her eyes, her mouth forming a sultry smile. As she slid her hands over his muscular body, Marcus's heart raced, his breath quickening with each touch. He reciprocated, running his fingers through her silky hair, tracing the outline of her face, and then lowering his hands to caress her delicate shoulders. Their lips, once again, met in a passionate embrace, their tongues entwined, exploring the depths of desire. With each strip of clothing, their flesh ignited, the heat of their desire burning brighter. Before long, they were both naked, their bodies flushed with desire, their eyes gleaming with unspoken lust.Mary, with an air of determination and a glint of desire in her eyes, slowly kneels before Marcus. Her hands gently caress his thighs, tracing gentle circles as she leans in closer. With a subtle yet confident movement, she takes him into her mouth, her lips parting to accommodate his hardness. Her tongue, a playful serpent, dances along his length, teasing and tantalizing with each lick and flick.Marcus's breath quickens, his hands find their way into Mary's soft hair, gently guiding her rhythm. She takes him deeper, her throat working as she swallows, creating a luscious, wet haven for him. The feeling is exquisite, the warmth of her mouth and the softness of her lips sending shivers down his spine. As she increases her pace, her eyes never leave his, a look of pure satisfaction and lust evident in their depths.Moans escape Marcus's throat, encouraging Mary to continue her wanton ways. With each suck and swallow, she brings him closer to the edge, her expertise evident in the subtle ways she teases and pleases. The room fills with the sounds of their passion, the wetness of her mouth and the soft slapping of skin, a symphony of desire.As the intensity grows, Mary's hand finds his balls, gently massaging and teasing, adding a new layer of pleasure to the experience. Marcus's grip on her hair tightens, a mixture of pleasure and urgency evident in his touch. He's lost in the moment, his body responding to her every move, taking him to a place of pure ecstasy.Rising from her sensual display, Mary stands before Marcus, her eyes glistening with desire. He can't help but admire her curvaceous figure, his hands instinctively reaching out to cup her full breasts. His thumbs trace the perimeter of her erect nipples, teasing and toying with them, sending shivers down her spine.As his touch becomes more deliberate, Mary lets out a soft moan, her head dropping back slightly. She closes her eyes, fully surrendering to the pleasure his hands are orchestrating. Marcus leans in, his mouth finding her neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he nibbles and nips, sending waves of delight through her body.His fingers, now skilled and confident, venture southward, finding their way to her core. He teases her entrance, his touch light and flitting, building anticipation with each brush. Then, with a steady, deliberate motion, he inserts a single finger, feeling the tightness of her warmth. He curls his finger, searching for her sweet spot, and as he finds it, Mary's breath hitches, her body arching into his touch.Marcus adds another finger, stretching and pleasuring her, his experience clear as he brings her to the brink. Mary's moans turn to pleas, her hips gyrating, seeking more of his touch. He obliges, his fingers working magic, bringing her to a climax as her walls clench around him, a wave of pleasure washing over her body.As Mary rides out her orgasm, Marcus continues to tease and pleasure her, ensuring she's fully satisfied. When her breathing returns to a normal pace, he withdraws his fingers, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.Now fully immersed in the heat of the moment, they prepare for the main event, their eyes locked in an unspoken understanding of the pleasure to come.As the excitement builds, Marcus and Mary move towards the bed, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. Marcus gently lays Mary down, his body hovering over hers, his eyes sparkling with desire. He begins to stroke her body, his fingers gliding over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.Mary's eyes flutter shut, a soft sigh escaping her lips as his hands roam freely. His mouth finds hers once more, their kiss intense and urgen t, tongues tangling in a dance of desire. With a groan, Marcus breaks the kiss, his eyes locking on hers."Are you ready for me, baby?" He asks, his voice hoarse with desire.Mary nods, her breath coming in short gasps. "Take me," she whispers, her voice laced with anticipation.Marcus aligns himself at her entrance, and with a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters her. Mary lets out a soft cry, her body adjusting to his size as he fills her completely. He begins to move, his strokes slow and purposeful at first, allowing them both to savor the sensation. As their rhythm increases, so does the intensity, their moans filling the room, a symphony of passion.Marcus's strokes become more powerful, each thrust knocking the wind out of Mary, leaving her breathless and wanting more. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back, urging him on, her nails leaving faint marks on his skin as she claws at him in her passion.* Hours pass in a blur of desire and ecstasy. Their bodies become one in a dance of flesh, a rhythmic cadence that brings them both to heights of pleasure.Each time Marcus reaches his peak, his release is explosive, his body shuddering as he fills Mary with his essence. But the craving for more continues to burn within them, and they surge back to life, their bodies demanding another round of intense pleasure.The room is filled with the sounds of their passion, the slapping of skin on skin, and their heated breaths. It's a testament to the raw, unbridled desire that consumes them both, a desire that seems insatiable.As the hours of passionate lovemaking come to a close, Marcus and Mary lie satiated, their bodies intertwined on the bed. The room is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by their labored breathing and the sound of their hearts still pounding in sync.Marcus, with a gentle smile, rolls over, pulling Mary closer to him. His hand finds her cheek, caressing it softly. "That was incredible," he breathes, his voice thick with satisfaction and a hint of awe.Mary, with a content sigh, nods in agreement, her eyes closing as she relishes the afterglow. "I could do this all day," she murmurs, her voice tinged with a playful hint of challenge.* Marcus chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through his chest. "I bet you say that to all the boys," he teases, his eyes sparkling with amusement.Mary opens her eyes, a twinkle of mischief in them. "Only the ones I truly enjoy," she says, her voice low and seductive. "And you, my dear Marcus, are definitely on that list."With a graceful move, Mary shifts her body, positioning herself above Marcus. Her eyes hold a promise as she leans in, her lips finding his in a slow, languorous kiss. It's a kiss that speaks of the intense connection they've shared, a blend of sweetness and sensuality.Their tongues dance a familiar yet enticing dance, recalling the passion they've just experienced. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, a reflection of the desire that still burns within them.* As the kiss reaches its peak, they pull back slightly, their foreheads touching, eyes locked in an unspoken intimacy. "I think I might be in trouble here," Marcus says, his voice hoarse with emotion.Mary smiles, a playful cat-like grin. "Trouble? I think you mean a match made in heaven."* Their eyes hold each other captive for a moment longer before they part, sated and satisfied. The air between them carries an unspoken promise of more to come, a promise sealed with a final, tender kiss that lingers long after they separate.