Requiem (Captain Marvel)

[Judi Strange]

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    The flight took no time, less time than the event itself if she were to be truthful to herself, truthful was really important these days. Arcing down from L.E.O. With a torso twi st and slight reallotment of personal cosmic energy she hovered. Her brilliant aura rained a veritable hue of Star like particles as her form hovered majestic in the nights sky. The energy rained down, it offered far more light than the scene below her. Likely the energy sheath about her was more vibrant that it may ever be again inMcKinney, Texas. “Only truths” she steeled herself, hands closed tightly in her crimson gauntlet-gloves. Truth then, it could not really be called McKinney anymore, McKinney in fact didn’t exist in any real sense as it was.

    Below, so far below, the scars still were visible winding their way serpent like on the ground like an open wound. It was scarred just like it’s people and those who were dragged into the Civil War- No one got out of it without a lasting reminder of fragile lives and mercurial alliances. With the barest gesticulation she lowered into her own personal purgatory, the sight of her crime and as of late place of deep reflection.

    It might be masochistic, but it was needed, it was right. The ground had that dried dead soil look form over watering, half buried traces of peoples lives jutted from the topsoil like grave makers. The aura extinguished and she knelt to pick up an. Errant photo- it held a happy, smiling girl looked like a christening maybe? Looking on the back there was a faded, washed out name, Erased by her hubris and the coaxing hand of the Shadow King. Keeping the photo close she moved to what had once been the center of town only landing by a load bearing wall that had somehow held itself together for the disaster. “Truths” she reminded herself again “Fine, from what we did.”

    She stepped up to the wall, it had little bits of salvaged pictures, ribbons toys anything personal. Stiffly she affixed he photo next to others and she stepped back, her helmet retracting as she stood and simply started. There were no trees to speak of anymore, as such the wind blew unrestrained making her golden tresses blow, the rapidly eroding soil making it akin to the old Dust Bowls of Kansas.

    “There is nothing I can say, nothing I can do to undo this…If I could, I would, so very eagerly fix this."  She removed the crimson glove, traced the edging of the girls photo. “I can only try to atone, try to..somehow make this right, but  don't know if it can be. But I have to try, at least what I can do to honor you all."

    Her short nail tipped index finger traced the photo’s she’d come every time she could to add to this memorial. She moved around it fixing or straightening it, clearing accumulated dust with a reverent silence. She turned to look the direction it had all come from, the Dam- rather where there had been a dam.

    From here it must have looked like god himself had decided to strike down McKinney, a veritable biblical flood ending all that these people had built over their lives. Some rich, some much less so- scraping and building with bloodied knuckles and broken backs… All gone… in one instant of meta human hubris…hers. She added, keeping truths as she swore each flight here over each week as she began to clear, to do what she could, Time to get to work...

Carols Theme song: Metric:Black Sheep 
Heroes: Magik |Captain Marvel| She-Hulk | Pixie
Villains: Spiral | Typhoid Mary | Loki | White Rabbit