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12:01

Kell looked at the looming figure, cloaked and shadowed over. His face obscured.

"Lemme guess. The Ghost of Christmas Future, right?" Kell asked.

He nodded.

"Well I hate to break it to you, but I read this story already. Didn't feel like ruining it for the other guys." Kell smugly told him. The Ghost didn't reply.

"So you're gonna show me that I'm dead and so is Tiny Tim and no one misses me." Kell scoffed. The Ghost didn't reply.

"So, hate to ruin your fun, but just let me go-"

The Ghost clamped his hand on Kell's mouth. Kell was shocked. The figure was so fast. And he had eyes. Red eyes.

FLASH

The Superman Museum. A dreary December day.

"I want it gone." A contractor said.

"All of it?" A worker asked.

"Every single piece of crap."

Kell watched in horror as workers were filing out of the Superman Museum. He couldn't cry out in protest, not to them or the Ghost. He still had his hand on his mouth. They were throwing out every bit of information on him! Statues, pictures, posters, busts, holos. All getting thrown out.

"Come on guys. Let it up."

Someone struck a match. It went up in flames. The workers cheered.

"We never have to hear about this psycho again." Someone happily said with glee as visions of flames danced in his eyes.

Psycho? What did they mean?

FLASH

"And dash away, dash away, dash away all!"

Kell looked around. They were in someone's room. A person was in bed, a woman was reading to him. Kell wanted to gasp. It was Vi! But she was older now. An adult. So much had changed.

Her hair was cut short, no longer a bob and no longer did she have a violet barrette in her hair. She wasn't pale. Her skin was a normal peach color. And she had a scar running down her right cheek like Garth's, only this scar looked as if it had been stitched up. She closed the book.

"Did you like that?" She asked the person in bed. He didn't respond. Kell couldn't see who it was. Was it him?

"I thought because of the holiday, you might like something to cheer you up." Vi hugged the book. "Simple, but I didn't want to overload your brain."

Someone a door opened.

"That'll be the kids." Vi said. "I gotta go. Love you."

Vi turned on the lights. Kell's eyes widened. In the bed was Brainy. Much older as well. His hair had grown longer. But there was something wrong. His eyes rolled up in the back of his head. He was staring into space. Drool was hanging from his lip. He laid so stiff, but breathing. No sound came out. He was hooked up to a machine.

He was brain dead.

Vi wiped the drool before she kissed him on the cheek. And left the bedroom. The Ghost dragged Kell through the wall, phasing through. They were in a living room decorated for Christmas.

"Hi."

"Hi Sunbeam." Vi said.

Kell looked on. Vi was hugging a woman with long, red hair. It was Ayla! She was so beautiful, he blushed. There were four kids with her. Two boys and two girls. Two sets of twins. Each with red hair. Were they Ayla's?

"Aunt Vi!" They cried in joy as they swarmed around Vi.

"Hey kids!" She said. "How was the service?" She asked.

"Okay, I guess." One boy said.

"Can we open presents now?" One of the girls asked.

"In a minute." Ayla told them.

"But Aunt Ayla!" The kids complained. Then, they heard a rustling.

"Hey, what's that?" Ayla lifted her ear. Then, Kell watched as something big and hairy, and utterly non-human, shambled into the room. Covered in fur, with no way to tell where the mouth was, and yellow eyes. It carried a sack on it's back.

"Why, it's the Christmas Furball!" Ayla exclaimed in mock surprise.

"FURBALL!" The kids swarmed around the thing in a group hug. It let out a noise of content as it licked some of them.

"Eeew! Furball!" The girls laughed.

"Now kids, give your aunts a few minutes alone. Go wash up, and then you can open your presents."

"Okay!" The agreed, and filed out.

"Graym. Garridan. Dacey. Doritt." Vi counted. "All there."

"They look so much like their parents. It's hard to tell if they resemble Garth or Imra more." Ayla said.

So these were Garth and Imra's kids? They married? Took long enough. But where were the parents?

"I really wish you would've come to the service, Vi." Ayla said.

"I wanted to, but I didn't want to leave Brainy alone." Vi apologized.

"It would've done you some good though. They said such nice things about them." Ayla explained. Furball nudged Ayla.

"I know you wanted to come too, Brin. Sorry."

What, that thing was Brin?! What the hell happened?!

"It's not just Brainy." Vi sighed as she sunk on the couch. "It's just, it's so hard to remember everyone. Garth, Imra, Tinya, Rokk, Lu, Chuck…" She listed.

"I know Vi." Ayla said. She sat beside her and held her hand. "You think it's any easier for me? Mekt in that asylum for life, and Garth…" Ayla trailed.

"He was a good man, Ayla." Vi comforted. Brin/Furball sighed in melancholy. "He went like a hero."

"Because of that bastard." Ayla said. She bit her lip. She was trying to hold it back. "They did nothing but show him kindness. And how did he repay them?" Her voice was shaking. Tears started to fall. "My brother was the last." Ayla started. "He didn't have to. But, without Imra, and the others, he… he just…" Ayla was pulled closer to Vi. She was crying to.

"I know, Sunbeam. God knows after all those surgeries I had. I know."

"And he made those children orphans. You know the girls don't even remember their parents? They were too young. I hope he's burning in Hell!" Ayla cursed. "I do!"

The two cried. And outside the room, so were the twins.

FLASH

They were outside an electronics store.

"And the Subs laid another raid on a Dark Circle facility. But now, The Legion: A Retrospective."

Cut to a newcaster standing in front of Legion HQ.

"Hi. I'm Trudy Trusoe, looking at a retrospective of the downfall of the Legion of Super-Heroes. What you see behind me was once the headquarters of the intergalactic super team called the Legion. About six years ago, on Christmas Day, the death of the Legion was brought by one of it's own members, Kell-El, Superman-X of the 41st Century."

No, Kell thought.

"As various psych reports prove, Kell-El suffered from massive egotism and a superiority complex, which actually masked a deep sense of loneliness and alienation. After supposedly being banished from the 41st Century for crimes too heinous to mention on Intergalactic TV, Kell-El launched a one-man war on crime throughout the universe, giving up Legion membership as he appeared to be suffering from some kind of withdrawl, brought on by years of what some call 'unfinished business.' Apparently, Kell's feelings of loneliness evolved into an insane dedication to completing his so-called purpose of getting the job done.

The Ghost dropped Kell in front of the store. Kell gasped for air and had to watch in horror.

"Kell started out alright, first single-handedly wiping out the Fatal Five, then lobotomizing Esper and Saturn Queen of the Legion of Super-Villains before wiping out the rest of their teammates. He then went after the Justice League of Earth, the League of Super-Assassins, Pulsar Stargrave, Roxxas the Butcher, the Dominion, Glorith, Mordru, and even low tier villains like Starfinger and the Devil's Dozen. But he didn't stop there. He went out to extract brutal justice on even the most common jaywalker, until it finally brought him back to blows with his old teammates. The first to go were the so-called heavy hitters, the Daxamites Mon-El and Andromeda, poisoned by lead and spines snapped in their moment of weakness. He then went after the Espionage Squad, the only surviving member being Shrinking Violet, or just Vi, who lost both an arm, leg, and eye, which had somewhat been replaced. After killing of three bodies of Triplicate Girl, former Legionnaire Chuck Taine flew a kamikaze attack to no avail. Then, to make sure their were no more surprise attacks, Kell-El targeted Brainiac 5, the very first human Coluan, and rather then kill him, lobotomized him and snapped his spine, turning him into a brain-dead quadriplegic. While some questioned why the Legion didn't see this coming, it turned out that he had first struck Dream Girl, her sister the White Witch, and her proteges Zyx and Dragonmage. One after another they fell, except for Brin Londo, a.k.a. Timber Wolf, who went M.I.A. trying to save Phantom Girl and wound up with an extreme dose of zuunium poisoning, the same chemical which helped turned him into the lupine hero he once was. It came down to the Legion 3, Lightning Lad, Saturn Girl, Cosmic Boy, and Superman himself, along with his cousin Supergirl. The battle waged on for days in a desperate attempt to protect the planet. Cosmic Boy fell first, his magnetic powers reversed and crushed to death. It was all up to the remaining four, who pulled together to try and rewrite some of Kell's modified DNA, leaving him susceptible to the effects of gold kryptonite. But in a final attempt, Kell had murdered Saturn Girl by stabbing her with the needle that contained the super-virus that rewrote his DNA. Her husband lashed out and attempted to kill the Superman clone himself, only to be beating to death with the very gold kryptonite that used to rob his powers."

"No." Kell gasped. So much carnage. So much pain. And it was him. All him.

"Sentenced to life indefinetly, it was only last week that they carried out the death sentence and executed him on Labyrinth, the prison planet built to replace Takron-Galtos after Kell imploded the planet."

"Good riddance!"

"Piece of s&^t."

"Burn in hell!"

"Mommy, is it good that that man is dead?"

"It's very good, sweetie."

"Then I'm glad."

Tears streamed down his face.

FLASH

A graveyard. The snow whipped and howled.

DEDICATED TO THE PROUD MEN AND WOMEN OF THE LEGION

A statue of his fallen comrades. His friends.

"Look what I've done." He cried.

PHANTOM GIRL. COSMIC BOY. LIGHTNING LAD. ANDROMEDA. MON-EL. SATURN GIRL. COLOSSAL BOY. CHAMELEON BOY. CHAMELEON GIRL. ECHO. REFLECTO. STAR BOY. DREAM GIRL. WHITE WITCH. DRAGONMAGE. BLOK. QUISLET. NEMESIS KID. TELLUS. COMET QUEEN. NIGHT GIRL. POLAR BOY. SUN BOY. SUN EMPRESS. PRINCESS PROJECTRA. KARATE KID. KARATE KID II. GEAR. GATES. KINETIX. XS. CATSPAW. COMPUTO. KONO. THEENA. GAZELLE. COSMIC QUEEN. COMET KID. CRYSTAL QUEEN. COLOR KID. LUCK LASS. PULSE PRINCESS. THUNDER. TIME TURNER. KID QUANTUM II. KID QUANTUM III.

And there, behind him, was his grave.

KELL-EL. A TORTURED SOUL. MAY HE-

BURN IN HELL!!!!

The words had been scrawled in graffiti.

"Spirit. Please." Kell said. "Tell me this doesn't have to happen. Tell me, I don't have to do this. I, I'll change. I promise."

The Spirit didn't say anything. Kell groveled.

"Please! I'm beggin you! I don't want to do this to anyone! I care about them! I'm sorry! I-"

"Oh enough with your whining!" The Spirit screamed.

"Huh?" Kell said.

He gasped again as the Spirit grabbed him by the throat, and flew up through the atmosphere into space, overlooking the planet. The Spirit pulled off his cloak. He was another Superboy. But, he wore some sort of armor which was feeding yellow sunlight into him. His cape was ragged. His skin was white. His eyes were red. Completely red.

"I am so sick of listening to you bitch!" This Superboy said. "'Oh please! I don't wanna hurt my friends! I'm sorry I was so mean! I'll change!' You think I care?!"

"W-who are you? Are you another Superboy-"

"I AM SUPERMAN!" Superboy shouted. "I AM THE ONLY SUPERMAN! THE PRIME SUPERMAN!" He screamed. Kell had never been so scared.

"You. You and the rest of your loser friends are so stupid. You make me sick." Superman-Prime of Christmas Future spat in his face. Then smiled.

"But I've gotta thank you. I already killed that clone impostor you met before. And I already destroyed one of those stupid knockoffs of MY earth. And now, I get to do it again!" He laughed. "So don't worry, the last thought in your head will be knowing I took care of it for you. Talk about getting what you want for Christmas!" He laughed, and then he started to dive, dive through the atmosphere. Through the Earth. Through the core.

"I'm sorry!" Kell screamed.

"I'll change! I'll change! I'll change! I'LL CHANGE!!!"

And the Earth blew up.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS, DOUCHE BAG! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!"