We're Limitless

The Fallout

"Hah, you're so adorable Avacyn." Andy said with a smile that wrinkled the corners of his eyes.

I was sitting on mom's favorite chair, I had Andy's white top hat on and a sloppy line of black paint that went from the corner of my eye to my temple, a traditional thing that the leaders of the White Empire did.

Andy softly chuckled and carefully put his white half-mask on my face and grinned even bigger. I was only 10 at the time. I didn't understand what the white mask meant, or the black line of eyeliner.

I ran up to my father, and as he slowly turned to look at me, I saw a spark light in his eyes. A spark that had been missing since mom left. He smiled down at me and softly ruffled my hair. I even heard Andy gasp from across the room. Seeing Father smile anymore was a very, very rare occasion.

Father hugged me tightly and Andy came up behind me and wrapped his arms around both me and dad. Our family didn't feel distant anymore. We felt whole again.

I snarled as my fist came in contact with the closest wall.

Why did Andy leave?

He fucking wrecked this family.

Again.

And I need him now more than ever.

A picture fell off the wall and clashed to the floor. I glanced down, tears of sheer anger threatening to spill over the edges of my eyes, and I saw that it was a family portrait of me, Andy, mom, and dad.

I shook my head and angrily stormed down the hall, my veins slightly illuminated white, my magic sensing my anger and it wanted to escape. I didn't know much about magic, white or black. All I really knew is that people in the White Empire could preform white magic, people in the Black Empire could preform black magic (well, duh) and the only way I could actually summon my magic was through my scythe, AKA Andy's weapon of war, another one of the things he left behind when he left.

He got to choose his weapon, as did my father. I never got to choose, because I was never meant to lead. I shook my head at the sight of my arms and my illuminated veins and slumped, feeling defeated, onto the couch, my arms slowly fading back to their normal state as I calmed myself down.

I settled into the familiar comfort of my couch, and slowly closed my eyes, but they snapped wide open as I heard an extremely loud banging on my front door.

*BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG*

You've. Got. To. Be. Fucking. Kidding. Me.

Oh. Fuck. No.

I immediately shot up from my spot on the couch and glared in fear at my front door.

No, no, no! This can't be happening! Not when Andy's still gone! Oh, please, dear God, no.

I swallowed in fear, tears welling up in my eyes, still staring at my door.

Maybe someone just needs something really, really bad, haha..?

Yeah, and maybe I can fly.

I rolled my eyes at my mental dispute and took a shaky step forward, my eyes locked in pure terror at my door. I swallowed again, and picked up my pace and I almost jumped out of my skin the second my fingers came in contact with my doorknob.

As I twisted the lock and slowly opened the door, I saw no one, and at first I was confused. Then my gaze slowly traveled to the front of my door.

Black paper - white cog and crown.

You've got to be fucking kidding me right now.

My fear turned into pure aggression as I violently ripped the paper off of my door, my veins now practically shining as bright as fire and without even thinking of it, disintegrated the page with the evil black cog and crown to little more than dust.

I spun on my heel and slammed the door behind me, running back down the hall and to the bathroom. I looked myself over and slipped Andy's mask and top hat on before smirking and drawing a thick, pristine line of black paint from the corner of my eye to my temple.

This is your time.

Show them what the fuck you're made of.

I stormed out of the bathroom and ran down the hall yet again before turning into Andy's old room.

I would typically be swarmed by the grief of missing him, but not this time. I threw open his closet doors and my eyes immediately landed on his scythe at the very top shelf. I had to jump to grab it, but as soon as I laid my fingers on it, it became illuminated in a vein-like pattern, quite similar to the ones on my arms.

As soon as Andy's scythe was in my possession, I ran outside and glared at the sunlight, running as fast as I could possibly manage to the place where the White Empire and the Black Empire would meet. Normally, this meeting spot would be where both my father, leader of the White Empire and the current leader of the Black Empire would discuss things civilly.

On that day,

Blood would be shed.

And that civil meeting spot would suddenly become a violent, bloody battleground.