Fic:: O Death
Title: O Death
Characters: Dick Grayson, background asst. heroes
Rating: T
Word Count: 370
Warnings: Creepyness? Character Death.
AN:: I'm not sure where this came from. I put in my iPod to turn out my housemates to get some sleep. The first song on was "O Death" and suddenly this was being created on an iPhone while i listened to the damned song on a loop.
O Death
The smoke was suffocating, but not blinding. Dick could see the death of Gotham as well as smell it.
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"They're demanding a sacrifice."
"We do not negotiate with such fearmongers!"
"We've fought off far worse."
______________________
Kory screamed as she fell. Judging by the pieces that separated from her torso, she wasn't going to rise again. Jason and Roy ran forward, unleashing guns, arrows, and obscenities with nothing more to lose.
He should help. He tried to run forward but some was wrong. He tripped. Something was wrapped around his ankle. Looking down, a pair of desperate glazed eyes met his. There was a piece of rebar in her back. She was already gone, she just didn't know it yet. Caucasian. Blue eyes. Six, maybe seven? Was her hair red or did the blood just make it look that way?
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"Oh my God."
"Clark..."
"How can this...?"
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From somewhere out of sight the Canary Cry choked off. He smiled gently and pried the girl's clammy fingers off his boot. She was as good as dead already. Others still needed him.
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"Why are you doing this?!"
"What do you want from us?!"
"We want a sacrifice."
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He stood again. The world was like a dream around him. Bodies and ash. Bones and screams and fire.
Looking up into the vortex, Dick suddenly ...knew.
"I wish for you to not hurt my planet or it's residents anymore," he stated conversationally. "In return you may have any part of me you wish."
One moment he was in the ruins of Gotham, the next he was in a vaste expanse of whiteness.
"Anything?"
"My soul for my planet."
Their pleasure was tacky on his skin.
"Our sacrifice."
He could sense a sickening grin as he suddenly became ... nothing.
______________________
Above the burning chaos of Gotham, the vortex closed and everything was as it should be. Except it wasn't.
Characters: Dick Grayson, background asst. heroes
Rating: T
Word Count: 370
Warnings: Creepyness? Character Death.
AN:: I'm not sure where this came from. I put in my iPod to turn out my housemates to get some sleep. The first song on was "O Death" and suddenly this was being created on an iPhone while i listened to the damned song on a loop.
O Death
The smoke was suffocating, but not blinding. Dick could see the death of Gotham as well as smell it.
______________________
"They're demanding a sacrifice."
"We do not negotiate with such fearmongers!"
"We've fought off far worse."
______________________
Kory screamed as she fell. Judging by the pieces that separated from her torso, she wasn't going to rise again. Jason and Roy ran forward, unleashing guns, arrows, and obscenities with nothing more to lose.
He should help. He tried to run forward but some was wrong. He tripped. Something was wrapped around his ankle. Looking down, a pair of desperate glazed eyes met his. There was a piece of rebar in her back. She was already gone, she just didn't know it yet. Caucasian. Blue eyes. Six, maybe seven? Was her hair red or did the blood just make it look that way?
____________________
"Oh my God."
"Clark..."
"How can this...?"
____________________
From somewhere out of sight the Canary Cry choked off. He smiled gently and pried the girl's clammy fingers off his boot. She was as good as dead already. Others still needed him.
__________________
"Why are you doing this?!"
"What do you want from us?!"
"We want a sacrifice."
__________________
He stood again. The world was like a dream around him. Bodies and ash. Bones and screams and fire.
Looking up into the vortex, Dick suddenly ...knew.
"I wish for you to not hurt my planet or it's residents anymore," he stated conversationally. "In return you may have any part of me you wish."
One moment he was in the ruins of Gotham, the next he was in a vaste expanse of whiteness.
"Anything?"
"My soul for my planet."
Their pleasure was tacky on his skin.
"Our sacrifice."
He could sense a sickening grin as he suddenly became ... nothing.
______________________
Above the burning chaos of Gotham, the vortex closed and everything was as it should be. Except it wasn't.