It all started with a superhero, one who vowed to help save the world and use her powers for good....But how can one keep a promise if they don't remember making it?
What happens when the lines to right and wrong blur? When promises have to be broke...
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Bodies. Everywhere.
All of them are dead.
There's so many scattered lifeless on the floor.
What happened?
I hold my breath and stay hidden as a small group emerges from the house.
This isn't good.
How have this many people been slaughtered this quickly?
I continue watching and reaslise amongst the group is Morana.
This must be her doing.
I wonder if all the lifeless bodies on the floor are Rebels.
My mind comes back to the question, what happened?
I see Morana stoically look down at the lifeless bodies. Why is she not concerned in the least? What have they done to her?
I see Teller, one of my bosses from back when I worked from the government, amongst the group of people with Morana.
I stay hidden, watching what they're doing as they start walking away.
The bad news is they've somehow convinced Morana to work for them. The good news is that I know now that the ring hasn't been passed to someone else. I know that Morana has healing and poisoning powers, so I know what category we are dealing with.
The very bad news is that I got here too late.
Maybe if I'd have come earlier, if I'd made up my mind quicker, I could've prevented this.
There are so many dead bodies across the grass and leading into the house it makes me sick.
After a few minutes have passed, I assume there's no one else here. There still could be people in the house, but I have no reason to believe so. Morana is gone, and I assume this is her work.
I gather all the courage I have. As I walk closer to the dead bodies, my legs don't even feel like my own. It feels like they're unwillingly carrying me forward.
I stand in the middle of the grass, looking at them all. There's too many to count. I feel sick to my stomach.
There are a few familiar faces on the ground, which makes me feel even worse. They were people that I saved. People we set free that were in the space station.
Being kidnapped was in no means good, but it was better than being dead. These people weren't necessarily good, but they didn't deserve to die. Most of them just wanted the government to be stopped.
I walk into the building with my chest feeling heavy. I have to try my hardest to hold back tears as I step over a dead body to get past.
I look around at all the people who were slaughtered. At all the lives taken.
