A SANDMAN FANFIC
TURN OUT THE LIGHTS
NOTE: I do not own the characters of Dream, Death, etc, they belong to Vertigo
Comics and Neil Gaiman. This takes place at the end of time.
CHAPTER 1
THE END, MAN
The long journey was almost over for Death. She had just finished taking the lives of the remainder of humanity – absolute pity, that, that folks should be annihilated for what? Profit? Fun? The hell of it? Well, whatever the reason, Death's job was now nearly over, all that was left was to tend to the residents of the Dreaming.
Destruction would be first.
The casual observer would, if there was still a casual observer left to see, observe the following: a Brian Blessed lookalike in a grandpa shirt and jeans, whittling at a piece of wood, when he is suddenly interrupted by a very pale Winona Rider lookalike in black baby tee and matching jeans. For some unaccountable reason the Winona lookalike is wearing a silver ankh and what looks like the eye of Horus under her right eye.
"Hi, Destruction. Got a minute?"
Destruction sighed. "It's been awhile. Is it my time already?"
Death nodded. "It doesn't have to be right away. It's the end, after all. I though we might talk a bit first."
"So talk."
"Always so direct. There's an old saying people never change…except when you don't want them to. Sounds true to me. Look….whatever happened was long ago. Can't you forgive and forget? After all, it is the End."
Destruction smiled. "No. It may seem spiteful to you, but that's the way it is. I'd just rather you did it, and got it over with."
Death smiled, a bit sadly. "OK. Farewell, my brother."
She kissed Destruction…and then Destruction was no more.