A/N- This is really dark, just a warning. Okay. This was inspired by a phrase I read in another fanfiction, so props to that person, because I can't remember who you are right now.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, this would still be fanfiction because I don't hate her this much; I actually like her… a lot.
"Charred, Burning Angels in a Dark Black Sky"
She gazed into the sky.
Wait, I'm inside. Her muddled brain couldn't even begin to comprehend the midnight sky above, and all it meant.
She knew there were others she needed to save. Others she wanted to save. But she was so late.
She hadn't pieced the clues together in time. Hadn't figured out it would be here, in this place. Hadn't figured out it would be now. Hadn't figured out she would be too late.
As the brightness around her approached, and with it the darkness, she lay there, unmoving, unfeeling, staring at the sky.
She watched the black trace across the sky in an endless dance, blotting out the stars as it went. Soon the sun would rise, but the black would remain. The black that snuck its way into her body, choking out the white.
She had no hopes, no fears. She had no dreams left unfulfilled. She had no fight left to fight. She had no strength left to give.
As the gentle dawn rose on the world, she tried to give the faintest smile. The attempt remained on her face when the team found her, hours later, but hours too late. Her blonde hair was matted with black and her blue eyes were hazy, but not a tear had run down her cheek.
A/N- That's depressing. I'm concerned for my mental health now. Like, really concerned. Maybe I should see a psychiatrist about this stuff. Aw well.
If you thought it was depressing you should review. Heck, even if you hated it, review. I don't care what you say but that button is in desperate need of being pressed, so press it. I won't be offended by flames of any kind. I would like constructive stuff mixed in with the flames though please .