A/N: Here's a short one for you.

Even The Void Knows Fear

Worm/Green Lantern

I wish I could tell you what I was thinking the moment I saw my mother's corpse, walking around in a black uniform with white insignia. I think that's what's called a psychological defense mechanism.

I could tell you what that warped man - Deathstorm, I think he called himself - said though. "Aww. Is spider-bitch unhappy about this little reunion? Seriously, though, I feel for ya, girl. Family reunions are the suck, aren't they?"

I mouthed stupidly as mom...the Annette-thing turned towards me. "Particularly when someone's a matricidal idiot."

"Matricide?" Deathstorm made himself look mock-suprised. "Wow, and I though Jason had problems with his mom."

The Annette-thing smiled darkly. "Oh, don't be so scared, honey. I felt it worse while I was waiting for death to claim me. The pain...the agony...the knowing that your daughter, out of idiocyhad killed you..."

I felt the itching of crying at my eyes.

"There, there, sweetie, it will all be over-"

The Annette-thing's voice was cut off. Looking puzzled, it tried again, not noticing the bulge in its throat-

"URGH!"

The flies, all glowing dangerously yellow and white, tore themselves out of the Annette-thing's throat, a few staying in the wound to prevent it from healing while the others marched to the black ring.

The cocky expression on Deathstorm's face died immediately, an even more impressive feat considering it was a skull. "Wha-"

And then the bugs burst out of him as well. Almost immediately, I could feel him attempting to transmute them, only to discover the unique chemical signature I asked Amy to put in them. Unique, and very hard to parse.

"...You know," I said, voice devoid of all emotion, "you could have bothered to look at the fauna in the graveyard."

"But you aren't like this-AIIEEEEE!" The Annette-thing dissolved at the broken ring bounced against the ground

"I wasn't then." I stroked my own ring, too mad to feel guilty. "I don't think I would have qualified for the yellow uniform if I still was."

"H-Hey, I think we maybe got off on the wrong-AUUUUUGH!" Deathstorm's fire burned out.

All across the graveyard, the screaming of pseudo-zombies could be heard as my trap was sprung with extreme prejudice.

A couple seconds.

Then the screaming started anew, as the light-flies migrated to the Black Lanterns around the mausoleum.

As the clatter of broken rings fell like rain, I picked up the ring that had defiled my mother, and whispered.

"You're going to wish you were alive, Nekron. That way, you could escape me."

Above the battlefield, a rather smug Sinestro turned to Parallax, whose mouthparts were currently hanging limp.

"Well? I believe I am owed something?"

Slowly, the Fear Entity found his voice again.

"...sorry for doubting your judgement, great one."