Vector and Mr. Perkins stared down into the coffin at the lifeless corpse. She had never looked so pale or so expressionless. It scared Vector a little and made his legs go out a little. He was never very good with dead bodies.
"Victor," his father mumbled, "stay still."
"I-It's Vector," Vector corrected his father, stuttering. "And I can't help it. Seeing her like this…"
"It's not easy for me either," the elderly bank owner snarled. "If she just knew her place, this never would've happened. She was too ambitious. She should've known that she couldn't be a super villain."
For a moment, a glimmer passed over the dead girl's face. She had the same marble skin as both her mother and her father. And determination was etched into every one of the few lines on her face. Her dark brown hair flowed down to her shoulders and flared upwards at the ends. Her bangs cupped around her face like Vector's. But her nose was turned up like her mother's.
"Won't you miss her, Pop?"
Mr. Perkins froze for a moment before turning around and starting to walk back through the empty ruins of the church.
"I have to get back to work," he grumbled.
Vector turned his head back to the deceased. He reached up and closed the coffin slowly. It creaked as it sealed the body away from the elements.
"Bye, sis," he sighed.