Two Slade Ficlets
Look Ma, I wrote DC Comics fic! Last two of this table challenge, too! Yay!
Title: Carbon
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG13
Content: Not much; one naughty word
Word Count: 142
Summary: Fire burns (tree pretty...oops, wrong fandom)
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade would never be so stupidly black and white.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 15_flames for prompt #19, Element, Set B
The combustion of carbon produces fire.
Fire burns oxygen.
Reduced oxygen produces carbon monoxide.
Carbon monoxide kills as quickly as flames.
Neither one will kill him forever.
The flames will be agony. The gas painless.
He wishes for the latter, knows he deserves the former, closes his stinging eyes and waits.
Pinned beneath a fallen beam, the angle too awkward for him to move it alone, he feels the large diamond in his hand, smooths his fingers over the perfectly cut surface, smirks at the irony.
Another form of carbon.
Both the fire in the abandoned coal mine and the treasure in his hand will be the death of him.
When he returns to life and after he heals, Luthor will pay dearly for sending him on this cluster-fuck of a mission.
Slade will keep the diamond as compensation for his trouble.
End
Title: Everything Goes Dark
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG13
Content: Not much
Word Count: 251
Summary: It's the end of the world as we know it
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade would never be so stupidly black and white.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 15_flames for prompt #2, Fade To Black, Set B
A/N: There's this really neat book about the possible evolution of humans that I kind of based this on. It's called "Man After Man" and his by Dougal Dixon. I highly recommend it, though it's freaky and a bit scary.
He's lived too long--forever--watching and waiting for the end. He's seen civilizations rise and fall and rise again. He's seen the evolution of man into something no longer even recognizable as human. Language is gone. Writing is gone. History lives only in his memory, fading as more time passes, only a few truly loved ones remaining vivid from the days he truly lived.
He's lived in the mountains, on the beaches, watched the seas boil, the icecaps melt. Hunted strange new species. Grown new crops. Built houses and huts and decorated caves with symbols only he recognizes. Millions of years have passed and he is the only unchanging thing.
It's driven him mad more times than he can remember.
But, now, finally, it's coming to an end.
The descendants of humanity stand on a sandy beach, the rocks worn away by trillions of waves. They gape in wonder at the sun flaming brightly, going supernova. They cry out. They pray. They clutch at each other in wonder and fear.
He wonders if he's the only one who understands what's coming.
Standing on a rocky promontory above the beach, he watches the wall of flame extend from the sun towards Earth. When it reaches this dying world it will burn it to a cinder.
And then the sun will go out and everything will go dark.
Surely that will be enough.
Surely he can't survive that.
And, suddenly afraid that he will, Slade Wilson, the last human, begins to pray.
End
Title: Carbon
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG13
Content: Not much; one naughty word
Word Count: 142
Summary: Fire burns (tree pretty...oops, wrong fandom)
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade would never be so stupidly black and white.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 15_flames for prompt #19, Element, Set B
The combustion of carbon produces fire.
Fire burns oxygen.
Reduced oxygen produces carbon monoxide.
Carbon monoxide kills as quickly as flames.
Neither one will kill him forever.
The flames will be agony. The gas painless.
He wishes for the latter, knows he deserves the former, closes his stinging eyes and waits.
Pinned beneath a fallen beam, the angle too awkward for him to move it alone, he feels the large diamond in his hand, smooths his fingers over the perfectly cut surface, smirks at the irony.
Another form of carbon.
Both the fire in the abandoned coal mine and the treasure in his hand will be the death of him.
When he returns to life and after he heals, Luthor will pay dearly for sending him on this cluster-fuck of a mission.
Slade will keep the diamond as compensation for his trouble.
End
Title: Everything Goes Dark
Author: Lara
Fandom: DC Comics
Rating: PG13
Content: Not much
Word Count: 251
Summary: It's the end of the world as we know it
Disclaimer: Don't own DC; if I did, Slade would never be so stupidly black and white.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 15_flames for prompt #2, Fade To Black, Set B
A/N: There's this really neat book about the possible evolution of humans that I kind of based this on. It's called "Man After Man" and his by Dougal Dixon. I highly recommend it, though it's freaky and a bit scary.
He's lived too long--forever--watching and waiting for the end. He's seen civilizations rise and fall and rise again. He's seen the evolution of man into something no longer even recognizable as human. Language is gone. Writing is gone. History lives only in his memory, fading as more time passes, only a few truly loved ones remaining vivid from the days he truly lived.
He's lived in the mountains, on the beaches, watched the seas boil, the icecaps melt. Hunted strange new species. Grown new crops. Built houses and huts and decorated caves with symbols only he recognizes. Millions of years have passed and he is the only unchanging thing.
It's driven him mad more times than he can remember.
But, now, finally, it's coming to an end.
The descendants of humanity stand on a sandy beach, the rocks worn away by trillions of waves. They gape in wonder at the sun flaming brightly, going supernova. They cry out. They pray. They clutch at each other in wonder and fear.
He wonders if he's the only one who understands what's coming.
Standing on a rocky promontory above the beach, he watches the wall of flame extend from the sun towards Earth. When it reaches this dying world it will burn it to a cinder.
And then the sun will go out and everything will go dark.
Surely that will be enough.
Surely he can't survive that.
And, suddenly afraid that he will, Slade Wilson, the last human, begins to pray.
End