The cruel reality
"That damn women," he spoke as surge of frustration coursed through his veins. In that moment, a foreboding darkness enveloped Ethan's heart. The shadows within him stirred, whispering of hidden dangers and unforeseen consequences. A chilling realization gripped him, compelling him to abandon his seclusion and rush toward the exit.
Ethan concealed his lower face with a simple black mask, deliberately avoiding the use of his iconic Black Lotus visage. The last thing he wanted was news spreading of his return, unveiling the dormant hopes that once plagued the city.
Mounted on his hoverboard, he propelled himself through the darkened streets of New York toward the city's main electricity station. His heart raced with anticipation, aware that time was of the essence.
As he drew closer to the scene, Ethan's pace slowed when he witnessed Gwen and the others managing to overpower their assailant. A fleeting moment of relief washed over him, tempting him to retreat from intervening in the charred that lay ahead.
Yet, in an instant, his resolve shifted, and he abruptly altered his thoughts, accelerating forward with unparalleled speed. The wind whipped against his face, but he paid no heed. The risk of crashing without his aura was inconsequential compared to the urgency that consumed him.
Ethan's focus narrowed, fixed solely on reaching his destination. With every passing moment, he pushed himself harder, each stride propelled by an unwavering determination. The city lights blurred as he approached the vicinity, stealing a fleeting glance at his watch to assess the unfolding situation.
Suddenly, Ethan's eyes widened in disbelief, his control over the hoverboard wavering. Alice swiftly took over the controls, but their synchronization remained imperfect, causing Ethan to crash violently onto the unforgiving ground below.
The impact reverberated through his body, pain coursing through every nerve. Blood trickled from a wound on his head, staining the earth beneath him. Yet, in the face of his injuries, he paid no attention. Time stood still as his motionless body lay frozen, his mind racing.
His heart pounded, each beat echoing in his ears as he stared at the screen of his watch. A solitary image gripped his senses, and the world seemed to fade into darkness. Gwen, suspended by Peter's webbing, her life force slowly fading away. Blood trickled from her nose, her body growing limp and unresponsive.
In that moment, the weight of loss settled heavily upon Ethan's shoulders. The despair that enveloped him surpassed anything he had ever known. Gwen, the fearless woman who had defied all odds, was gone.
Gwen was dead.
His screen went blank as he peter put his hands to support gwens head. He can only hear peters cries. His shouts for gwen to wake up again.
Suddenly even that stopped, as Ethan turned it off. He let his hand fall down, He didn't wanted to believe, what he just saw. He wanted to refuse. Yet he can't run away from reality.
His eyes turned red from his bleeding head. His fingers digging in his palm as he clinched a fist.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to let out his anger and he began to hit the ground. Uncaring of that it damaged his own hand more than the ground.
"Noooo...no...no..." he mumbled with pressed lips again and again, Denying everything he saw. Trying to convince himself it to be a lie, While knowing it wasn't.
After few minutes of his out burst. He become silent again. His hand covered his eyes and streak of blood began flow from them.
Maybe it wasn't just blood and there were tears of grief mixed with them. Which ever it was, it continued to stream down his face As he stayed laying there, Still and silent.