A/N: Hey guys, it's chapter 8! Here's some mail before we get started.
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Overlapping images of fast forwarded chaos crowds the red lit space. There are no happy memories here. Standing in shock, the emotions being stored within the pandemonium suddenly flood me. Agony. Fury. Loss. Sadness. But above all-
Fear.
I scream with the pain of the emotions battering me, drowning me. Collapsing, I hold my head in my hands feeling as though I'm being killed by the torrent of pure anguish. Even the floor is covered in the flickering memories of a past life I don't remember, providing no escape from the horrendous scenes playing on repeat.
Blood bathes the ground, making it a vibrant red. Bodies of the dead are piled so high that they seem to touch the heavens. Rubble, ash and smoke are everywhere as demolished buildings are eaten by destructive flames. A glowing sword comes mercilessly down on me, covered with the blood of its previous victims. It slices from right rib to left hip, leaving a deep wound spanning my mid riff in a diagonal.
The pain is too much and I fall to my side, another tortured screech clawing its way out of my throat. My stomach burns from the sword wound, throbbing with every heartbeat, and I can feel my blood spilling out across the floor. Even though it's a memory, it feels as though I am experiencing the entirety of everything for the first time. Eyes frozen open in horror, I watch as more moments from a previous time flash by in a macabre slide show.
A beautiful building in ruins. The terrified and anxious faces of people fleeing. Two familiar people and their worried expressions. A rushed farewell. One planet disappearing among the stars and another fast approaching. An out of control craft. Crashing into a wide, blue expanse of water. Floating on the current, futilely trying to swim. Seeing land in the distance.
I curl into a tight ball and close my eyes to try and block everything out. But the memories are burned into my eyelids and the relentless waves of emotion continue to roll over me.
"Make it STOP!" I scream.
Then I feel a hand on my side. My eyes shoot open and I whip my head to the side to see Miss Martian kneeling next to me. Strain and panic are plastered across her pale green face as she grabs my arm. Then she spots the spreading pool of blood and a look of horror crosses her face before she turns her gaze back to me. One of the stronger waves of emotion hits me full force and I let out an unintentional whimper, muscles seizing, and Miss Martian winces.
"We need to get you out of here." Her voice is wobbling. "I'm going to try to get us out."
I attempt to say something in reply, but I'm interrupted by another agonizing assault and my breath turns into a choked screech. When I look back at Miss Martian she's holding her head, trying to concentrate. But I can hear the barely strangled sobs coming from her.
This is because of me.
She's suffering through this because of me. A switch is flipped as I grit my teeth and somehow manage to flip over so my body is facing Miss Martian. Determination fills me as I push myself onto my knees and my hands roughly drop onto her shoulders. Miss Martian startles and looks up, her eyes brimming over with uncontained tears.
"Do it now." I grind out through the blazing pain, "Please."
It takes a moment for Miss Martian to regain her composure and for her to nod back. Then she closes her eyes and I can feel a pulling sensation. Another wave hits.
"Ungh." I clench my teeth to the point where it feels like they're going to shatter if I add any more pressure. Beginning to tremble, I let my hands and head drop. Choking sobs tear away at my insides and I cradle my arms against my blood soaked abdomen.
The scene with the sword has begun to repeat again, pushing its way in front of all of the other memories. I silently will Miss Martian to work faster, hoping against hope that she'll get us out before the bloody blade finishes its course.
Suddenly Miss Martian lets out a cry of triumph and she disappears. Inky darkness swiftly begins to absorb the now sickly red light. I start to fall, being swallowed up like everything else, but it's not fast enough. I can see the sword's shining arc towards me and feel the blade's metal bite on my already deep wound. Screaming, I tumble end over end down into the black abyss.
There is no pause or waiting this time as I snap back into the material world, the sound of the swinging sword in my mind and the echoes of my scream still travelling here. Before I can properly register anything else my entire body is seized in convulsions. I think I'm going to be sick.
"She's gonna throw up!" I hear Robin yell.
"Take her!" Kid Flash commands.
I feel cold for an instant as he dashes away until someone else grabs me by the shoulders, keeping me from falling. They help me into a sitting position as a trash can appears before me. Regaining control of my body, I lurch forward to hunch over the can. Bile rises in my throat along with the contents of my stomach and I gag before vomiting. When there's nothing left, I start to dry heave.
After a while I get myself under control and I spit into the can to try to get rid of the disgusting taste left in my mouth. Looking up I'm handed a napkin with which I wipe around my mouth. I drop it into the trash can before pushing the can away from me. Shaking, I pull my knees up to my chest and set my head between them, trying to get my ragged breathing to calm down.
I listen to their interrogation of Miss Martian as my wheezing pant turns into more gentle, shallow breaths. Then they stop talking and the silence is deafening as I feel their stares settle on me. A hand touches my shoulder and I jerk my head up. Kid Flash is standing in front of me with a soft but serious expression. I swivel my head to see that the rest of them have the same or similar expressions. When I look back to Kid Flash, he opens his mouth to speak.
"What happened in there?"
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