She had him by the collar several hundred feet off the air. Her blue and gold cape flapping – a triumphant flag. His broken body hung limp by her grasp, he had one hand tightly wrapped around her wrist. The sworn enemies hovered like the anxious silence over the vast, dilapidated city.
She poised to pull off his mask. “So” he starts, “is this how we go, Shining Star?”
“Seems like it,” she couldn’t have hid the smirk behind her mask if she tried. She tugs at the Black Skull’s mask. Her jaw drops. “Clarence?”
The bloodied and bruised man came to his senses. His eyes grew wide as he watched the Shining Star reach for her own mask. He didn’t have to wait. “Farra,” he whispered to the face of the woman he loved.
Tears of frustration and confusion wells up in her eyes. The fear of him falling was now hers; she moves to embrace his limp body. The sworn lovers hovered like the anxious silence over the vast, dilapidated city.
He scoffs. “This explains a lot,” his voice tired. “Is this how we go,” he asks again “Farra?”
“Don’t get sassy with me, Black Skull,” she says sternly “or I’ll drop you.”
He looks down over her shoulder, “You wouldn’t,” he says confidently. And she doesn’t. “I knew you were truth,” Clarence whispers to Farra, “truth I’d rather lose than to have never lain beside at all.” He pushes himself off her.
The Shining Star watched the Black Skull fall; and she watched him stop falling. If anyone would ask a hundred times if she thought she did the right thing, she would’ve given a hundred different answers. The sworn hero hovered as the anxious silence over the vast, dilapidated city that was as broken as she was.
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