Mercutio lay on the ground, staring up at his beloved friend. He tried to speak, but couldn't say any more. The others scattered around him, staring down at him, laughing. They thought he was only joking. What fools they were! Mercutio whimpered slightly to Romeo, clutching his wet white cloth to his chest. All faded to black, the sound of the crowds laughter trailing behind...

"make him pay, my friend, Make Him-!"

Mercutio's head shot up, blinded by the sudden light. He felt something weighing down his head, but what? He drowsily looked around, his mind aclutter from confusion.

He discovered he was near a body of water, and looked down at his reflection.

".... Madness!" He shouted, and instantly pulled in his lips in surprise. His voice was much lower than he remembered. He reluctantly looked down at his reflection again, this time, studying his features.

He was a stag, of all things! This is what afterlife was? He shook his head. No, merely one more life. He sighed, and went into details. He had a tan coat, with a red stripe squiggling down both sides. His antlers were a shiny gold, and shaped like trumpets.

But his eyes were what intrigued him the most. Black all around, with only white pupils. They definitely weren't normal eyes. It gave him an air of mischievousness. The look of a sly, witty character. And that's exactly what he was.

Something lay next to him. A decorated, smiling mask. "Is this to be mine?" He searched around, looking for any other deer that the mask might belong to. But no one was there. Only distant others playing in the shallows. "I suppose this has been bestowed upon me... By who? No doubt, a higher power..."

Mercutio maneuvered the mask onto his face and looked down once more. Although strange, he liked it. It seemed to tie the rest of his looks together. It even made his eyes look normal.

He stood, and swiveled his new ears. Many things were heard, it seemed like he tuned these sounds out before. Something caught his eye, and he looked over to what it was.

Another stag, with a speckled and decorated pelt, a mask that looked like the deer he remembered, and with large white antlers. He saw the shining object above his head, and he realized he could read it. "Tybalt" it read.

Mercutio's black eyes narrowed, his unseen brow lowering. He glared at the stag infront of him.

"Tybalt..."

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FAIL.

Dannii made me :>

well, not really XD <3