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Hope you like this.

Thanks to all of my previous reviewers for your wonderful reviews and for reading all of my stories, I hope you enjoy the sequel of TBP II, and also this one, in this I know it might not be good, but I decided to give a diabolical try of this idea of mine ... and if u don't like, then fine don't read and tell me, or you can take the story to make it better and I will give you full credit.

I know it is quite long, but well if you like it I might continue, and yes it is a crossover with marvel, real life characters with my own creation (if I decide it with your reviews to continue) in situation of marvel comic anti-hero. You know who.

bye.

My name is Thomas More, I was just an ordinary man with an ordinary family, I never meant to hurt them with my work and politics, I just meant to provide them with the best a father like me could provide his family.

They were grateful after they knew I would resign from my position as Chancellor. Too much blood had been spent on my account, and some of that blood had been that of heretic people, who in truth at the moment of my resignation I still condemned, but I also reflected that the only they were guilty was to have a different mentality of God than me.

I let them go, all of my prisoners, and I did not regret my actions, but I did began to question them if they were right and I was wrong all along.

But to me at that moment it did not matter, all I wanted was to go back to my loving family who was waiting for me on our home on Chelsea.

I commissioned for the rest of my house to be amplified for all of my future grandchildren, especially because now that I was no longer Chancellor I could finally rest in peace and since our money would be shortened a bit, I had to bring new space to more of my family.

As I was about to get out of my boat, I was greeted by all of my family, wife, grown children and their own children, even William Roper, my eldest daughter's husband who at first I did not like for her, greeted me with a gracious welcoming hug. I asked how he was but his demeanor suddenly turned nervous and he said he had to go to his and Margaret's room to bring a especial portrait he told me was commissioned by the King himself of me and my family.

I did not pay attention back then to Roper, but now that I realize what my real mistakes were, if I had paid more attention to him then I would have prevented all the massacre that befell on me that day.

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After all of the family of Thomas More was settled, they all started eating, his daughter who were famous for having bottomless stomachs and still gaining no weight, were smiling as they heard one of Roper's famous jokes, Thomas who was seated on the front of the table next to his wife Alice, smiled graciously as he watched all of his family reunited once more in his house where he had seen all of his children and surrogate children grow up with all the happiness in the world.

Meg Roper nee More who was seated in the middle of her father and her husband, was looking at William in an odd way, ever since they came to her father's home, he had been acting quite differently to his usual calm and happy self. It was as if some inner demon was bothering, but Meg paid no attention to this as she drifted back to one of her sister's Elizabeth's jests about the workers she had seen on their father's home. She said one of them had winked a good eye on her which made Thomas head brought into attention to this conversation.

"Elizabeth you should be careful sweetheart, they know what they are looking for darling, men like them only think in one thing, you know that. " He said patiently, Elizabeth nodded.

"I know daddy, but come one you can't neglect that I am a girl who has the right to look at them" She said. Her father smiled and for the first time since she arrived he looked towards her and all of his grandchildren playing with their food on his table and noticed someone missing.

"Elizabeth why is your husband not here?" He asked to his second youngest daughter, she smiled and carefully said. "Oh that! well dear husband of mine, oh poor me daddy he said he was too sick and too tired, I don't get him really, why does he have to be too tight in his behavior? He seems more strict than you actually."

Thomas smiled and after a while he laughed which made his family cheer up again, for a moment forgetting the absence of Elizabeth's husband.

I should have noticed too that Elizabeth's husband as well as Roper's strange behavior surely meant something, but of course as always my good faith and silly dreams prevented me from doing anything to think against my calm self.

Time after everybody had finished eating and talking, Thomas stood up and everybody stood silent waiting for what their father or grandfather was about to say.

"It pains me much to say this ... but you are all grown up, it is true that while I have much room here and the house will grow bigger, you can stay the times you want, but you are all big now and have to return to eat and buy your own food, it is the way it is suppose to be, we all knew this would come, you are adults now, and ready for the world, teach the world all that I have given you and learn from the world all the good and grace that can come upon showing ones good will, all that I have to teach you I already taught you, you no longer need me, now lets enjoy this night together and remember that even as you go to your homes for the next day; I will always remain with you. " He said with a smiling and tender face which made everybody digest the news better than what they thought, everybody for the rest of the night had fun as they went to the living room and talked of all of their memories in the house while growing up with Thomas.

Thomas couldn't be happier at hearing such jests and happy memories, but as all memories, they always have to end. Nothing lasts forever.

And today which was to be remembered as their happiest day on Earth, was also to be remembered as the worst tragedy to ever befall the House of More.

The cheers and happy yells of the More Household could be heard from outside the House they inhabited, two men who came out of their black carriages smiled with luck as they realized that the More's cheers were blocking the family from hearing two more carriages had parked outside the House.

Thomas Boleyn, Duke of Norfolk and other men who were hired mercenaries signaled some of the Boleyn servants to bring three rifles and other weapons, more primitive to initiate their attack.

Ever since More had renounced from Office, things at the Palace had tensed and people up and more and more people were now against the Boleyn Queen, Anne. The King had done all he could to keep the people at peace, but the people loved their Princess Dowager whom they claimed was the rightful Queen of England and their former Chancellor, Thomas More.

Thomas Boleyn and the Duke of Norfolk had to do something if not, things would escalate out of control and the man known as Thomas More would be hailed as a martyr if he was ever beheaded for treason, it was best to keep his reputation stained and kill him and any offspring he had once and for all.

Boleyn and Howard both did not hesitate to call all of the men to enter the House at their signal, and kill those who might be potential witnesses against them.

The family that was inside happy and full of cheers would have the surprise of their lives, especially when two of their betrayers and stabbers in the back lay as sleeper within the More family.

One of them was William, the other was one who had missed dinner with his family, Elizabeth's husband who quietly stepped down of his carriage and asked the two conspirators if they would keep their promise not to harm his children, they silently said yes and told him not to worry, and that his wife would be exposed as the whore she was.

"Good." He said.

The Duke of Norfolk, one of the brains in this hidden operation signaled his and Boleyn's men to strike now before it was too late and before the servants of the More Household noticed.

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The men silently moved and scanned the area to see if everything was clear, when they saw it was, they moved against their own moral and barged in threw the doors of the house, everyone inside stood terrified of what was happening, one of them especially who appeared to be a servant girl went running along with all her Master's family as she saw all of the arrows and death-kill weapons of the intruders.

Thomas More who reached the second floor of his home went to his servants and told some of them to try and help his family.

"What will you do?" One of them asked and Thomas with a heavy heart told them that he would try and hold them off while everybody tried to escape, of course everybody knew this was almost impossible but were willing to try for their Master's family safety.

The Patriarch of the family went to some of the rooms which were occupied by some of his family members, in most of them were his innocent grandchildren whom were afraid for their lives, none of them deserved this fright scene so he went inside and smiled to them while he waited for some of his servants to come and pick them up along with his daughters, son and his sons/daughter in law. "It is okay children, I assure you everything will be okay, please calm down you wouldn't want mommy or daddy to surprise you this way right?"

His grandchildren shook their heads and smiled as his grandfather began to silently tell them jokes back when they were little, or when they were born, this seemed to calm them down a bit.

Thomas was about to sigh when he heard a silent knock at the door, hesitant to open it, he decided to do it and saw his daughter Cecilia in her arms a small baby which was his youngest granddaughter and handed it to one of the servants that were accompany her.

"Father" She called and hugged him, her whole body was trembling with fear. It was in the air and it was everywhere, and silently they asked why?

Why was this happening, and who had done this? But the more he guessed, Thomas came up to a conclusion that this had been part of some conspiracy to quiet him down because not many people were ready to accept either Cromwell, the Archbishop or the King's new proposals to 'reform' the abbeys and the monasteries as well as the Country.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he saw his servants starting to pick the children and leading them out of harm's way. Once they did, he waited for more to start coming and out of the house.

But then that is when he heard it ... Screams, 'No!' He thought and went outside his safe room and saw nothing on the hallways but smoke, it seemed as in 'No!' It was smoke from gunshots and powder.

He went running and as he heard more gunshots and more screams he went the opposite way where he heard something big splatter on the floor.

On the other way of his halls lay a dead body, it was one of his grandchildren, he shook the dead child to see if he was still alive, but there was no answer, he shook him again, but there was no response. "Oh please! Tommy!! Come on, you have to wake up to play with William ... Tommy, please wake up!" He said in a hushed yet he raised his voice as his hands felt something trickling down the little voice's head.

It was brain matter, and it was on his hands, he felt impure to have such things in his hands, he tried to shake it away but the blood and the gooey stuff laid with him no matter what. He sighed dejectedly at his dead grandchild and went to some of the room where he could smell gun powder.

When he opened those rooms, he saw a terrible sight that ever befell his eyelids.

His eyes started to fill with watery tears, he sunk to his knees and grieved for the first time in his life. He couldn't stand it, he did not understand why this was being done to him, they did not deserve this, whatever Cromwell or the Boleyn, with a tearful and stained face of tears and anger spread through it he knew it was the Boleyns, they did not have to do this, they could have just imprison him and he would have died for his beliefs before going against his conscience with any proposal they would have made.

--

Outside the More House where gunshots and screams were heard, they could see fire beginning to fill some of the horrible sight of the windows that were also stained with blood.

Alice and her stepdaughter Elizabeth with her niece, one of the babies Margaret had recently bore to William, lay hidden under the shadow of one of the trees, it was safe enough at first, but as they saw the fire beginning to lit some of the trees; they decided to run.

The baby and niece carefully clutched under her arms and laid to rest under the softness of her clothed bosom, started to cry on the speed on which she and Alice were running. Alice kept telling Elizabeth to go for it, and don't stop, but she had to support Elizabeth since the girl had a bad leg, consequence of a bullet making a horrible and painful scar that made her running slow down.

Alice didn't care about one damn bullet, she yelled to her stepdaughter (in a hushed voice) to run as fast as she damned could or her niece might die because of her.

Elizabeth, encouraged by these words, listened to them and took it to heart to forget her own pain and think of her niece and her 'mother' above all. They started to run faster and faster, but because the baby was so uncomfortable under her arms, she started to cry and each time they ran faster her wails were louder, and this made some of the men who were out for blood turn their attention to the two women.

Thomas Boleyn and the Duke were looking at the sight before them, the house was soon to be covered entirely by fire, but wails of a child woke them up from their attention at the gunshots and at the house. They looked to see what was going on, and saw thanks to the small light of the fire and their own a young woman probably in her mid twenties at most holding a crying infant, and an older woman whom by her looks and clothing they assumed her to be the wife of More.

Baffled Duke of Norfolk that the older woman could ran faster than the girl who was holding a screaming and annoying infant; looked with uncertainty at the Boleyn Patriarch and brother-in-law, Boleyn nodded.

The Duke and Thomas Boleyn, Earl of Whilstwhire and Ormonde got on their carriage and signaled the driver to go after the two women. The Driver who looked uncertain, was yelled at.

"Go after them!" Boleyn said.

The Duke then yelled."Or me and Boleyn will have your family, remember they are in our custody."

The Driver silently asked in his mind, to God, to please forgive him and the actions he was about to do, but silently knew that it was not going to happen.

Howard and Boleyn Patriarch sighed as the Driver hurried and went persecuting the two women and infant. The infant's wails could be heard coming from outside their carriage, they decided not to stop.

Thomas and Thomas Howard looked at the women meekly trying to run faster to avoid the massacre of themselves, but Thomas Boleyn laughed as they meekly did, they were too stupid and did not realize they were never going to amount to anything, their fates were already sealed.

"Come on Honey!" Alice yelled to Elizabeth who looked fearfully behind, but her mother's arm thankfully stopped her fromm doing so again, they kept running and running, but the carriage and the horses that was pulling it was making it the more faster, and she felt the baby starting to cough for breath.

The men inside the carriage, Thomas Boleyn and the Duke of Norfolk, one of them silently laughed as he saw these women being to stupid, they should just give up and beg for mercy. Thomas decided that maybe if these women would have stopped and struck a deal with him as Dauncey and Roper had before, then none of this would have happened and they would still be alive and kicking today.

But things had gone the way Boleyn and Howard had planned, they would not let one of Thomas More's liaisons, whether wife or family to be kept alive, if they did Thomas knew that they would seek revenge or worse, make the father into a martyr and the Catholic Church which was more than corrupt and hypocrite, would put their names as a show to all nations on how dirty Protestants and England's King was for doing such actions.

No, they told themselves, not today, not matter what happened, they would not let that man turn into a martyr and start a revolution, they would destroy him first.

The women began to run more and more, until they no longer could and that was when the carriage approached them ...

And then ...

Sudden death, and Thomas Boleyn smiled as he saw one last cry from that child, and one from that pitiful daughter of Thomas whom he guesses was easily Elizabeth, the whore of the family whom her own husband was willing to sacrifice her and her bastard child, just as long as his female (pitiful in his mind) and male child heirs could live, she was the one who gave the most easiest squeak, much to the amusement of the the Duke.

The last thing Alice felt before closing her eyelids and letting darkness take her, was the pain on her back as the wheels and horses' legs stomped over her body.

Elizabeth's body in which arms had a small and frail baby belonging to her elder sister Margaret, stopped its cries abruptly as the horses and the carriage came over them. The aunt's body crushed the baby that was held protectively under her arms.