I apologize for lacking with my updates. I have had a ton of homework. I greatly dislike school. This chapter has no purpose whatsoever relevant to the plot but I felt it would be a nice time to insert a small tie back to the prologue. You all can murder me, that is if you can get inside Switzerland. I love exchange programs.
At first there was only darkness
Then the patter of rain filled the dark
Illumination
The darkness was lifted, if only for a second
A blade flew through the air, hitting another with a clink
Pain
A blossoming red bloom filling up the once colorless red void
Her eyes became void, her opponents too.
Damp, petal pink hair matted with blood.
The gods were crying from where they stood in the heavens
She fell back, he fell forward
Together
Dead
Dick Grayson sat up, gasping for breath, his eyes wide and frightened. He looked around; taking note he was in his own bedroom in the mansion. Looking out his large window it was obvious it was not good weather outside. He stood up and slowly walked to the great glass expanses, clutching his hand around the white satin, drawing it closed over the setting of his dream.
Brightness
Too bright
The trees were glowing
There were no trees
The ground was a building's roof
On the highest two figures stood
Leaning heavily on each other
Falling to the side
Clouds rushed in
Opening up a torrent of storm upon the mourners
Two dead
Meghan sat up. Eyes full of tears. Her hand flew to her mouth biting back her vomit. The blood, oh the blood. She looked outside at the same sky that Gotham was seeing. Unlike the Grayson who closed off the dream, she rode out all the feelings of pain and sadness.
The pain blossomed from my chest
A smile lit his face
My fist threw his chest
To die together
We started it together
I smiled and leaned forward
'You're welcome'
I whispered
He ducked his head
His lips made contact with mine
Ecstasy
I walked to my balcony, opened it up. And went into the rain, a smile hidden under my scarf.