Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just borrowing the characters. They will be returned in good condition, well kinda to the owner. Please don't sue.
This is the product of extreme boredom in Ancient History class and a really odd mood.
A Hero Gone by Rosalie
Time stood still as Static stood horrified watching as a bullet was fired. He knew that he had no chance to stop it. Static opened his mouth to warn Gear but it was too late. The bullet connected with Gear's back sending him to the ground with out a word. Static stood in shock as he watched his friend fall. In a movement of rage he threw himself at the attacker wanting nothing more to rip him apart.
Static made his way over to his best friend and partner after he had beaten the attacker an inch from death. He knew it was not good; Gear was lying still on his stomach in a pool of rapidly growing blood. Static drew in a sharp breath as he rolled Gear over and removed his helmet. Gear was pale, shaky and his breath was coming out in short gasps. For the first time since this fiasco began Static Shock spoke.
"R-Richie?"
There was a quiet moan followed by a coughing spasm before any verbal response was heard. "Vir..." Richie coughed and this time blood was present. He knew that this was his end. "You got to get out of here. It's not safe."
Virgil smiled slightly through his tears. He couldn't believe it. Richie was dying and he was still concerned about his safety. "No, I'm staying here. I won't leave you alone." Quietly to him self he said "I can't". As he said this he took Richie's hand in his own. He wanted desperately to go for help but he knew it would do no good.
Months later Virgil stood in front of a gravestone. He still had a hard time believing that Richie was indeed gone. It seemed like yesterday that they were goofing around or patrolling."Hey buddy." He said quietly, fighting back tears. He had hoped that his mother would be the last person in his life to leave. The last person who in order to talk to without out a chance of receiving an answer meant talking to a gravestone, but he was wrong.
Virgil felt horrible, he missed Richie a lot. "Everyone knows now. I told them. I wanted the world to know who Gear was so they knew the truth about what you died for and not a lie. All the good you did. Static's still around although it's not the same without you and he has to fight his dad a lot to let him go." Virgil stopped speaking and let out a sound that was both a laugh and a sob. He had never realized how important Richie was to the team or to him. The memory of his dad was still fresh in his mind, trying to convince him to give it but in the end he relented know that his son had to do this for Richie and himself.
"I got to go now, but I'll be back later. The town is dedicating a part of the library to you. It's really great. It always was your favorite place, besides the your lab and workshop anyway." Virgil was fighting tears as he walked away with one final glance at the gravestone and with simple words he gave up on the fight and let the tears come. "Bye, Rich. Miss ya."
Richard Michael Foley
'Gear'
April 6th. 1987 -- Oct.31st 2004
"Protector of the City
He will be greatly missed"