Whiteout #2 The Dark Place

Chapter 1: Rest in Pepperoni's

In most instances the hero is never actually dead think Batman fight for the cowl or Batman V Superman Justice league thing. Or hell even the Red Hood was just a Robin everyone thought was dead so I'm hoping they end up bringing me back burn all of my "friends" might have had something to do with my death Wrecker and Shard we're both on our side I thought, then again Shard was actually a Glass Agent but Glass turned out to be part of a rogue dragon clan members misrepresented cyber dragons vision. Then it turns out my uncle was that dragon. Now I'm technically a dragon too since I did the whole blood ritual thing which according to Nexhin was completely obligatory and not at all necessary just damn man. Miles was just stalling then turning me into Blackout just to get killed himself before he could betray me. He can't make any new conductors without me and my blood. The only that scares me was Miles before I died had even managed to use my blood to make an inhibitor a device that could steal the energy from living things rather then inanimate objects. Those weapons are still out there and where am I? I don't know because I'm dead, it's over for me I wasn't even doing the whole super hero gig for a year and I already failed. That's when I saw him. He was frail and quiet but he was there. He had cracks in his skin. He spoke in an ashy raspy deep voice.
"Are you real?" He asked me.
"Um yeahhh dude"
"I haven't seen anyone in a very very long time."
"Cool story um you got a name."
"Tracy, my name was Tracy Masters." He coughed and pondered as if he had almost forgotten it himself."
"Where are we?" I raised my left eyebrow asking.
He smiled and his face cracked from the edges. Black dust poured from the corners of his mouth. He didn't have teeth and his tongue was falling apart completely. It was just me and this guy in a sea of darkness for eternity.
"Why my dear boy, you're in the dark place." He began coughing aggressively before going to his knees and coughing even more before my man little coughed out his black smoke filled lungs. Even when it was of him the lung still was moving out side of him. He reached for it struggling to reach with his frail skeletal honey frame. He didn't look old he just looked....broken.
When he finally reached it he struggled to lift his slender forearm before swilling his lung allowing it to settle back inside of his system. Then he fell all the way down splashing into the dark pitch black sand. He just lied there without an ounce of feeling without a drop of motivation. I wonder how long it took him to get to that point, or even how long he's been here. Ah man am I gonna become like that? There has got to be a way out of this mess. I reached into my pockets digging my fingers in nice and deep but I have been picked clean.
"Soon you'll have a funeral then you will have flowers, then those flowers will die, and then you will have nothing."
"Damn dude," I squatted down taking a seat leaning up against what I think is a tree. I'd say I'm going to die out here but I keep forgetting there is no surviving this, since yunno I'm already dead. Man there's so many things to took for granted when I was alive also I could really go for a cheese burger right now. Not McDonalds though something with class maybe Habit or Hot Grill. I wonder if they even miss me, or even if they remember me at all.