The Tragedy of Niccolo Marvaux

Act 2: The Artist

Act 2: The Artist

"Just struck and collapse, my dear."

Out of nowhere, he wandered at the streets of Oxford and Bronzehead, trying to ease thep pain that incapacitates his fragile heart. What can be more miserable than the death of your only one? For him, nothing can be greater than seeing her lying on the cold ground, full of emptiness.

Annabel is his life. She is everything to him. Obssessed with her body, affection, and presence,he decided a while ago that he should bury his girl to his basement. And he did. The sirens, singing with mournful melody, the lost souls and the weeping virgins witnessed the

burial.

Reminiscing that sin made him feel guilty, but the sin of her killer made him more desperate and anguish to finish the uncleared business.

Midnight approached swiftly. He went home and had a quick meal. The food only made him remember the times when annabel and he usually eat together and laugh to a comedy show on tv .

DAMN! How can he survive without her?

Poor Niccolo.

Have Pity on the martyr.

Have Pity on the lover.

Have Pity on the murderer.

Have Pity on the artist.

Have Pity on the Lunatic.

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Two short acts as a start.

sorry. Just suffering from colds, my hatest disease.

next: A Lunatic's Lament