(Everything in this story belongs to DC, Marvel, and every other character except for my OC's.) Carson, who will he become in the future? Will he be a defender of good, defending the world from galactic evils and criminal syndicates? Hell no! Who wants to be a 'righteous' hero, when you can also be a chimichanga eating antihero with lunatic tendencies and a fetish for unicorns? Well, not the lunatic or unicorns, but more towards that antihero perso--. "Hey! What's wrong with Unicorns?!" Fuck off Deadpool! Don't take up my Synopsis! "Is this a fanfic! Hey! Give me some sort of crazy superpower, like shooting lasers from my eyes!" Hey! don't touch my key124higehibwbgoeugwiub!
Death...
What is Death?
Is it the definition in our scientific documents or Encyclopedias?
No, it cannot be so easily defined, merely behind words and hypotheses.
Death is an undefined and unimaginable entity.
It drives even the bravest of souls to insanity.
It drives politicians to perform the inhumane, to seek that slim chance of immortality.
It's like a cancerous worm.
It burrows into the depths of your mind and feeds upon your fear.
We, as a livening entity, fear Death.
We try to remain ignorant to the fact of its pale and cold hand upon our shoulders.
Its breath, filled with rotten flesh, and its whispers of a thousand wailing souls.
It haunts.
It watches us.
It judges and marks us.
And when my time came, Death arrived.
Only, it wasn't what I imagined.
I was expecting either a hellish landscape of fire or sulfur.
Or a heavenly domain filled with bountiful feasts and melodies.
Instead, I was standing in the center of a bedroom.
It was pink...
A very, very, very, pink room...
I felt a cold hand grasp my shoulder before a feminine voice whispered in my ear.
"Who are you?"
"I...."