Death

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'When pushed to an extreme, anything can happen'


She felt it swell inside of her, and she couldn't contain it any longer. It pushed through, searching for a way out, and she let it.

Finally, she was free.

All three of them were standing before a line of stones. They could see happy, smiling people beyond, but they could not move except to speak.

"Come join us!" The people cried. "Join our joy, come to us!"

"We can't, though we wish to!" Sol called back.

"My child, you still need to live." The old woman from beyond said. "You all still need to live."

There are no obstacles for death.

No one can escape it, not fully. They can run, but it will always catch up.

Always.

There is no way to run fast enough. There is nowhere to hide for long enough. Marx Whitehall would pay for what he did.

She drifted through the walls, toward the place they were keeping the bodies. She knew it from the shadow, from the days it had mapped out the base. It was such a loyal little shadow.

The guards outside raised their guns and fired, but she didn't even need to disperse them. They went through her, leaving holes that weaved back together with black strands.

"You can't kill death." The guards fell to the floor, out in a second. The door behind them was locked, but that made no difference to her. She could walk through anything to find them.

She would walk through anything to find them.

The ground was transparent beneath them, up until the line of stones. They could see a girl, surrounded by black.

"Kiki!" Bucky fell to his knees and pounded on the floor, but it was like stone. She couldn't hear them, and they couldn't break through. "What is she doing?"

"When pushed to an extreme, anything can happen. Since she is so powerful, the extreme is further than most, and more extreme than most. That is why you cannot cross the line, she is still holding on to your life force." The woman that must be Eliane explained.

They all watched Kiki come through the door, to the place where they lay. Even to them, the bodies looked peaceful, like they were sleeping, except for the wounds on their heads. She stopped, looking at them.

And then the ground shattered beneath their feet.

She stared at their still faces, never to smile again. She should have been able to protect them. That was the entire POINT of this.

She screamed and the mist swept through them, a line of death that she knew would not help.

But there was no harm in trying.

By the time more guards came, she was sat in the corner of the room, sobbing, curled in a ball. One of them nudged her shoulder with his gun, but the mist had filled the room, and everyone it touched fell down.

"Ki?" She knew that voice.

"Al? What's going on?" That meant...

"What happened?"

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