"My name is Death and the end is here"
Who: Death and Charles Xavier
What: Professor Xavier is dead. She's Death. Do the math.
Where: X-Mansion
When: 9/23, Day 5 (Even more "Night")
Warning: Porn. Just kidding. Probably sadness.
So many lights were going out. Friends, people she'd never met, people she'd seen in passing. It made sense, sadly enough. With all of the darkness weighing down over the people of Promenade, not all of the light was going to withstand the encroaching dark. As she stood in the middle of the road, she felt another light dim and start to flicker out.
Closing her eyes, Death shifted. When she opened her eyes, she was in a room. Looking around, it had vaguely familiar decor to it. Her eyes landy on a body on the floor. If it weren't for all the blood, it would look like the person was sleeping with their hands folded on their chest. Death crossed over to where the body lay, crouching down beside him. She frowned. He looked so peaceful. But that was a lie. There wasn't peace. Not yet.
Reaching down, she touched the back of one of his hands, releasing his soul from his body. At least, she thought it was his soul. Being in this city of dreams made the whole 'crossing over' thing difficult. She didn't know where they went when she let them go. But, to be fair, she never did. All the time, people asked her where they were headed. She never had the answer. It was theirs to know, and theirs alone.
She was not looking forward to this.
What: Professor Xavier is dead. She's Death. Do the math.
Where: X-Mansion
When: 9/23, Day 5 (Even more "Night")
Warning: Porn. Just kidding. Probably sadness.
So many lights were going out. Friends, people she'd never met, people she'd seen in passing. It made sense, sadly enough. With all of the darkness weighing down over the people of Promenade, not all of the light was going to withstand the encroaching dark. As she stood in the middle of the road, she felt another light dim and start to flicker out.
Closing her eyes, Death shifted. When she opened her eyes, she was in a room. Looking around, it had vaguely familiar decor to it. Her eyes landy on a body on the floor. If it weren't for all the blood, it would look like the person was sleeping with their hands folded on their chest. Death crossed over to where the body lay, crouching down beside him. She frowned. He looked so peaceful. But that was a lie. There wasn't peace. Not yet.
Reaching down, she touched the back of one of his hands, releasing his soul from his body. At least, she thought it was his soul. Being in this city of dreams made the whole 'crossing over' thing difficult. She didn't know where they went when she let them go. But, to be fair, she never did. All the time, people asked her where they were headed. She never had the answer. It was theirs to know, and theirs alone.
She was not looking forward to this.