Anna Marie

　　"No!" The distress in her voice carried through the black clouds above. Thunder and lightning illuminated the blurry ground below them. It was no longer flaming and she could no longer see Zachary's melting body.

　　He was naught but ashes now. Though she didn't care what happened to that fucker. Knowing he was dead was enough for her.

　　"Little chef," the man she was holding for dear life, whispered his plea once more. "We are going to ...