It's a Graves thing (soundofwings) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-05-03 11:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | death, door: dc comics |
Who: Death and children
What: Another view of this
Where: Local Gotham day care center
When: Friday Morning
Warnings/Rating: Um. Sads? Death? Some craziness? Wee short log?
It was their time. Victims, each of them, but who wasn't? At least in their own minds. But it was easier for the children than for others, because to them, she was just another playmate. They didn't look into her eyes and see their end, they simply saw someone who would play with them. They took her hands, jumped and ran and slipped and fell and in the end, she felt a twinge of guilt for the ones she couldn't take. The ones whose times hadn't yet come. The ones who would remain in broken bodies until she returned for them. The rest of them gathered around her, laughing and still playing, shouting their joy to the skies until she sent them off to their next place.
But as they faded and passed, each of them left something behind. For her, in her. She took life from them and they gave away more than just that. Their lack of fear was a heady thing, cumulative with each life she ushered away, and as the children faded and the emergency crews began to converge on the scene, she found herself gasping though she needed no air. It wasn't supposed to be like that, nothing was supposed to affect her the way this was. She'd reassured Eddie, because she was certain. Everything was going to be fine.
And then, with the thought of how fine things were going to be, she laughed. Bright and carefree, echoing around the buildings under the wail of the sirens.