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Heart pounding in his ears.
"OhGod OhGod OhGod OhGod OhGod"
Blood mingles with sweat stinging his eyes as it trickles down his face.
"OhGod OhGod OhGod OhGod OhGod"
Running so fast that his lungs burn.
In the dark of night he trips and is thrown down a steep hill. Branches and rocks do more damage.
"I ran. They needed me and I ran."
He lies in a ditch gasping for breath as tears stream out his eyes.
He remembers the JSA and the possessed Mrs. Hall. He remembers moving like a force of nature, but it wasn’t like it used to be. Before, when he was Captain Marvel, he was Captain Marvel. Now? Now it was like being lost. Drowning. It was like being swallowed up while something from a four color comic book took over and shoved memories into him, making them his. A cheery, optimistic, parody of himself filled with Thunder and Lightning. It felt like he was being washed away to make room for.. for him.
"I don’t want to die."
Shazam had talked about this. How it was for him to overcome. How he could not help him with this, though it broke his heart.
Who could he call? He couldn’t face the JSA right now. He had run out on them. Mary? He can’t. Not Mary.
Getting up from the ditch, he felt his arm sting like fire. Was it broken? Not certain.
The highway was before him. He walked to it’s edge and put out his thumb.
"OhGod OhGod OhGod OhGod OhGod"
Blood mingles with sweat stinging his eyes as it trickles down his face.
"OhGod OhGod OhGod OhGod OhGod"
Running so fast that his lungs burn.
In the dark of night he trips and is thrown down a steep hill. Branches and rocks do more damage.
"I ran. They needed me and I ran."
He lies in a ditch gasping for breath as tears stream out his eyes.
He remembers the JSA and the possessed Mrs. Hall. He remembers moving like a force of nature, but it wasn’t like it used to be. Before, when he was Captain Marvel, he was Captain Marvel. Now? Now it was like being lost. Drowning. It was like being swallowed up while something from a four color comic book took over and shoved memories into him, making them his. A cheery, optimistic, parody of himself filled with Thunder and Lightning. It felt like he was being washed away to make room for.. for him.
"I don’t want to die."
Shazam had talked about this. How it was for him to overcome. How he could not help him with this, though it broke his heart.
Who could he call? He couldn’t face the JSA right now. He had run out on them. Mary? He can’t. Not Mary.
Getting up from the ditch, he felt his arm sting like fire. Was it broken? Not certain.
The highway was before him. He walked to it’s edge and put out his thumb.