"My name is Death and the end is here"

[dontfearmebaby]

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

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[arethebettermen]

He was laying Sean's lap, just as he had been, when Mei tried to save him. Charles knew the moment that Sean took down the creature that he wasn't going to make it out. Just like he knew right when the bullet hit his spine and he fell to the ground that he would never walk again. It was a realization he had seemed to make immediately on both occasions, except this time he was far more accepting of it. He was protecting Sean; his student, friend, part of his family. Charles honestly could not think of a way he would rather die than protecting a loved one

[dontfearmebaby]

She watched as the emotion flickered across his face. A frown marred her pretty features and her hands were clasped behind her back. Her ever-present ankh hung around her neck. In the darkness, one might think it was glowing. Or it might have just been a trick of the light. What little light there was.

Unclasping her hands, Death took a step forward, holding her hand down to Charles. When he didn't lift his hand right away, Death chuckled humorlessly, lowering her hand to her side.

"It's understandable, your wariness. And, well, the fact that your body is there and yet you are right here. And here I am, dressed all in black and standing over you. You want answers. You only need one."

A pregnant pause.

"I'm Death."

[arethebettermen]

"It certainly explains why I was unable to read you." Charles replied flatly.

He didn't mean to sound rude but, it did leave several questions answered he had about her. If this he had met her in any place other than Promenade, Charles was fairly certain he wouldn't believe she was Death. Or at least the embodiment of the phenomenon. He had met several amazingly strange people in the city, but Didi was certainly in the high ranks of that category.

How could someone trap Death in a city?

"I only have one question, actually." He said, his tone remaining flat, getting to the point of the matter. He saw no reason to dance around the subject. "Am I dead in outside the city as well, or only here?"

[dontfearmebaby]

Death was quiet for a long moment after his comment.

Then she laughed. She didn't mean to. It's just...not what you expect the first thing out of a dead man's mouth to be. She laughed for a good minute then looked to the ceiling and calm down. "Yes, that would be why you couldn't read me."

He wasn't freaking out. Not that she wanted him to, but he was more neutral to the idea of being dead.

She shook her head at his question. "To be honest, I don't know."

[arethebettermen]

He raised an eyebrow at that. "I find it rather hard to believe that Death herself can't tell the limits of her powers. Then again, I find it hard to believe that they can capture a force of nature inside a city."

The fact he was staring at his body and Sean was unnerving, but, there were other things that were more pressing to him than the fact he was staring at his dead body. Mainly, just one thing... Charles looked back at Sean. He knew the young man was going to blame it all on himself. He could just imagine how Raven and Alex would take it. He closed his eyes sadly.

"They can't be left alone." Charles said, knowing he didn't really have to go into detail of who 'they' were. Somehow, he just knew. It was a gut feeling. "Someone has to look after them until this city does whatever it does to bring people back."

[dontfearmebaby]

She arched an eyebrow at him.

"Even outside the city, as all-knowing as I was, I didn't know where people went. It was up to them. Their gods, their religion, their lack of religion. And I'd say when Death itself is brought to a city of dreams, that whoever did it must be pretty powerful."

Death watched Charles. Even when he was dead, he cared about other people first. It was a very good quality.

"If you'd like, I could do it. These...creatures don't seem to want to bother me too much. I think it's because I was never alive in the first place."

Just for a moment, there is a flash of black behind her, and the sound of wings.

[arethebettermen]

Charles looked up at her. Wherever you would want to go? It posed a very good philosophical discussion with her, but now wasn't the time. Maybe once the city righted itself and he was back with the others and things had calmed down. If they calmed down. There were a lot of 'ifs' involved at this point.

"As Didi, I presume."

[dontfearmebaby]

She crouched down to kneel beside him, where he sat on the floor. Death nodded slowly. "If that's what you want. I can give them the name that makes people comfortable, or I can tell them who I am."

Death's shoulders rose and fell in a shrug.

"It's up to you."

[arethebettermen]

"I doubt they'd take well to the presence of death looking over them." Charles said. "Not with what the city has become."

He paused. "Thank you, Didi."

[dontfearmebaby]

"Or they might feel safer? Knowing I've got their back," Death chuckled softly.

She nodded, giving him a sad smile. "You're welcome, Charles."

[arethebettermen]

Charles looked back to Sean again. He almost wanted to ask 'Well, what now?' but it was clear that even Death did not have that answer when it came to Promenade.

[dontfearmebaby]

Death shrugged her shoulders. She really didn't have a clue. Her hand stretched towards the telepath. "C'mon, Charles."

[arethebettermen]

"Should I bother to ask where we'll go?"

[dontfearmebaby]

"If you like. But I can't promise an answer. I'm sort of flying blind here."

[arethebettermen]

Charles gave her a wary smile. "That can't be good."

[dontfearmebaby]

Death chuckled, shaking her head. "Not really. But what else can I do?"