Aug. 13th, 2013

rageangelic: (you don't believe that)
The sky above them was a deep red as they walked through the wastes of what had once been the bottom of the ocean. It had dried out so long ago that people couldn't remember a time when it hadn't, such things fading into legends like many things had these days. Not that it matter on this dead world, abandoned so long ago by its children, leaving only the guardian of this planet behind, followed by the ghosts of his past. Those he had failed, others that he had sacrificed for his own life, and many others who were destined to fade into nothing, all of them were here with him.

A breeze ruffled his long dark hair slightly as he walked, the only other sound besides the cracking of the soft ground under his bare feet. The ground was almost hot enough to turn into glass, but it hadn't quite yet. Where the continents were, far above him and away, the land sparkled in the reddish glow of the sun, the heat turning everything into glass and glowing coals. Life could not thrive here and if he was like the people who had abandoned the planet, he would not be alive either.

Stopping suddenly, he looked up into the sky, one eye shining bright and clear while the other was dim and clouded over. He shouldn't be here, but yet he was, seeing for himself how the once lively planet had turned into a dead shell.

"You're getting sentimental in your old age," a ghost said as it made its presence know to him. Shaggy hair, brown eyes, an impeccable suit, and a cigarette in his mouth, just as he remembered. "I thought you had better things to do than come here."

"Guess not," he replied evenly, noticing how thin the air was. If he had been speaking to an actual person, it would be impossible to hear. "It's not like I'm here for a vacation."

There's a soft snort from the ghost before he took a long drag of his cigarette and sat down on the ground. "I know that. You shouldn't be here. It's not going to last long and I'd rather you didn't get burned up by the sun."

"I'm only here to say goodbye. Once I have, then I can go."

The ghost gave him a small smile and looked longingly out onto the horizon. "You'll see it alive and well next time around. Whether I will is another question."

That made the half-blind man chuckle softly. "Oh, I'm sure you'll see this place again, alive as it used to be when we were young. After all, you are me."

"It's not the same."

"I know," he said with a hint of sadness in his voice. "I'll find a way to change things next time around. You won't suffer like you did before."

The ghost stood up and looked at his companion. "I know. And this is goodbye until then, you ridiculous subordinate of mine."

He closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again, the ghost was gone. It didn't surprise him, since the ghost was never there to begin with. That was only a memory of the man he had killed so very long ago, back when he was young and reckless. It wouldn't hurt though, to give in to old memories and say farewell for good.

"Goodbye Director," he replied to the empty wasteland, staring up at the menacing sky for a moment. "I'll see you all again someday."

The breeze kicked up again and his hair fluttered with it. He grinned madly.

"So this is the end of the world."

When the wind stopped, he was gone.

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Thomas Hawkins

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