(Hey! Long time, no update! I lost inspiration for this series, but it's back!)
19. Deathbed
He never wondered about death until now.
Yes, him.
Kid Flash.
His breath came in short, staggered pants, once vibrant, sunny eyes marbles of icy, petrified blue. He continued to walk, his legs like stones as they trudged forward. Was it so difficult? To move one foot after the other?
Quite certainly. Was it fair? Adequately so, but not really. Kid Flash clutched at his chest, the bloody spot on his chest from a shotgun. He stopped for a split second. Who knew a bullet could travel so fast? Faster than him even?
He thought for a moment, imagination swirling as morbid thoughts tainted his brain. Uncle Barry would be comforting Aunt Iris at his funeral. The Titans would surround his smiling corpse, dressed in somber black. There would be roses caressing his brown, wooden casket with his body, deprived of organs and painted like a porcelain doll to appear presentable to the world, grinning boyishly like always. He could picture Jinx there, the rose he ever gave her in hand, pink eyes lowering to the floor, uncertain, morbid, without hope. Robin would provide his eulogy while Speedy and Aqualad, his old friends, would take his casket to a breezy, flowery hill with shady trees in the graveyard to place him to rest.
Then, they would bury him. The dirt covering his tomb, the fresh grass providing a blanket, and his corpse soon to be defiled by maggots and worms. Tears would spring down Jinx' eyes, and a few of her close friends would comfort her. Kid Flash thought of the H.I.V.E Five crashing his last day of his pale body feeling the sun, and he could not help himself when that carefree, lackadaisical smirk slithered across his face. He did kind of screw himself over.
Maybe that's why See-More shot him. Maybe that's why he had those tears streaking down his dirty, bruised cheeks when he screamed so fatally that he hated him, that he stole Jinx. Kid Flash would remember that hate, that utter, sheer malice coursing through his vocal chords.
Kid Flash took a sharp breath, leaning against the building under the moonlit night, stars blinking in curiosity over the sight. Every shadow crept nearer and nearer as he weakly slid down onto his bottom. Blood pooled out of his chest, staining his sunshine uniform dark crimson. His mind glazed, thinking of Jinx, her sly smile, sassy comebacks, her astounding unicorns drawings. He grinned lightly, coughing slightly on bubbling blood as he recalled their first, loving kiss, how she murmured those sacred words to him.
See-More was long gone. The cyclops probably ran off, afraid of getting caught, more so horrified at what he had done. See-More was certainly not a killer. Rage consumed him; Kid Flash forgave him, though he would never hear the words. Kid Flash looked at the moon, barely visible, but providing him with just enough light to see the ocean's waves glinting off in the distance.
He smirked. Not as good as Jinx, but it was a pretty sight to see before his eyes slid shut, never again to open.