A/N: Edited by the one and only Professor-Piggy
Death is life at its most extreme. Cassandra's body goes into overdrive. Her heart beats fast. So fast. Her lungs gasp for air, and her eyes won't stay still. Every part of her body fights to live.
It's losing.
Everything is heightened. Loud. Extreme. Everything is pounding. And then… her body stops fighting. And it goes quiet. Her body goes slack. She can feel the life draining from her skin. The light going out of her eyes.
Like him.
Shiva is whispering. "Shh." Quiet. Constant. Like a song… leading her in. Her heartbeat slows. And slows. And slows. While her eyes start to fall.
But she still sees.
She sees blonde hair and a Christmas angel. She sees the bat, and the mission being carried out. A look of approval, a ghost of a smile. She sees a S and a dance, purple and dashing across the rooftops, red and… home.
And a man with white hair, dying. Because of her. But she feels the gentle pull. It's even now. So she lets it go into the dark.
She holds onto the rest.
Then her eyes close. And there's nothing.