(Bludhaven October 10 7:13)

Bludhaven: a small city just south of Gotham, and as far away from Metropolis, both physically and metaphorically, as you could get. Heroes were seen as wretched omens here, and the popular taboo was backed up by most of the residents. Crime riddled the streets, propaganda and lies made up its news, and corruption layered the government systems. It was a city worse than Gotham.

Bludhaven was also the home of the Lone Riders.


"Now we're going to be late getting back. Was it really necessary to stop them, Oceana?" Again, Dragon had to wonder why on earth she and Oceana were always picked to go buy groceries. They always returned late with some tale of stopping a robbery or mugging. Dragon blamed her luck. She also blamed Oceana's constant willingness to help. They'd been shot at three times by the people they were trying to aid, just because of their powers. And those who didn't try to kill them always ran off like the gates to hell were opening behind them. They never got thanked, or even a smile.

"You would've let those thugs rob that old man blind?"

"We could've at least kept the money…"


"Joking!" she cried, hands going up in a pacifying gesture. Once Oceana turned away, she added under her breath, "The credit card Batman gave us is good enough for now."

"Oh man!" Oceana crouched down, scooping a worn book from the sidewalk. "They ripped my book. It was a good one, too." Dragon smiled innocently, plucking the object out of her friend's hands to analyze its contents. She looked as if she'd never seen a book before in her life. As Oceana tried to snatch it away, the younger girl simply scurried into the darkness with a smirk.

"What kind of book is this?" she called, her words echoing through the darkness, "Death is not extinguishing the light-"

"Dragon!" Oceana called furiously. Her small figure was a faint light amongst the gloom of the decrepit city. She twisted like a droplet of water across the sidewalk and skidded between buildings. The idea of fear never even touched her mind. They could handle whatever might come across their path.

Or, at least, that's what she thought.

"Dragon?" Oceana repeated. The faint clip of footsteps had faded away, and a slight jolt of annoyance shot through her at the notion of having been abandoned by her friend. They were as close as sisters, but Dragon had a mean streak. Leaving Oceana wouldn't be out of character for her. The silence pressed on. "Rux?"

Oceana continued on, absently stumbling through the darkness. She vowed to continue looking for Dragon at least for a little while, and then head home. There was a bigger chance of finding her friend there, wondering what'd taken her so long.

"If she's taken off," Oceana muttered, turning into a dark street, "I'm going to drown her in her sleep."

"Well, that's not very nice, is it, mutant?" Oceana jumped three feet in the air as the alien voice cut into her reality. She twisted around, and was met with a horrifying sight.

A giant of a man stood amongst the darkness. His eyes were void of light and hard as flint. A toothy grin was etched on his face, drawing the skin tight across his haggard face, where scar upon scar had been painted across the surface. There was also a dark coat draped across his towering stature. It bled into the inky murk of the night, making as if his body weren't there at all.

The worst part, however, was the gun he had pointed at the girl wrapped in his arms: Dragon.

"We've been tracking you," he hissed, tongue flicking loose to track spittle across his chin.

"W-we?" Oceana stuttered, feigning innocence. Her eyes flickered from Dragon to the stranger. She could read her friend's panic easily, although anyone else would've thought she'd remained blissfully calm.

"The Liberty Core!" the man cried. His boisterous laugh cut into Oceana's skull like a knife. She noted Dragon flinching as her capture shook with misplaced mirth.

"What do you want?" Oceana growled once the strange laughter had ceased.


"I don't think so. Let go of my friend, and maybe we'll let you leave without some broken bones." The girl's words were laced with venom and dangerous. Silently, her hands twisted behind her. Without their enemy noticing Oceana had taken out her phone (they'd bought two for emergencies with Batman's credit card) and was now holding down the number eight. After five low rings through which Oceana could barely breathe, Ceridwen's voice answered. The water girl almost smiled; at least three of her team could track the location.

"I don't think so, kid." the gun wielding man continued, "You see, I made a little deal with the Liberty Core. I bring you and your little friends back, and they'll set me free. And I- AUGH!" His howl of pain surprised Oceana so much she dropped the phone. It clattered loudly to the pavement. Luckily their enemy was too preoccupied with his newly burnt hand to notice. Dragon was now five feet away from him, her expression as deadly as Oceana's. The man was cradling his hand; a hurt look on his face, as if he'd been insulted.

"We tried to warn you," Oceana smirked. Maybe they wouldn't need the team.

"And I tried to warn you," he growled back. The black coated figure flicked his unburnt hand upward and Dragon was pushed back by an unseen force. Oceana moved towards her friend, but she was given the same treatment and found herself splayed across the ground. "They said they wanted you," he hissed, "They never said they wanted you alive."

The gun was back, pointing directly at Dragon.

The fire girl was still recovering from her blow, shaking the stars away from her sight. A trickle of blood dripped down her forehead.

Oceana jumped to her feet. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slack as she shrieked.


Oceana leapt forward. BANG!

The bullet found its mark.

Oceana fell.

It took five seconds for Dragon to realize what'd happened.

It took six seconds for the Liberty Core Agent to realize.

He was a second too late.

A rush of fire erupted from Dragon's mouth. Flames were everywhere; blazing in her eyes, playing against her skin. They reached for her enemy like hands from the pit of hell. It was all the man could do to not fry; he ran.


Oceana lay prone against the sidewalk, with trickling moonbeams gracing her pale skin. Long locks of dark hair were scattered against her quaking chest. It clumped together with smudges of dark, inky red. Just as the long cascade of tresses ended, a crimson pool began. It marred her skin gruesomely, conflicting with the fading pallor. She was a sight too often seen in the city.

She was dying.

Beside the girl sat Dragon. Her hair, too, was long and dark and threaded with blood. That was where the similarities ended. Dragon was sobbing, her chest violently heaving with every strangled breath. A river of tears flowed with abandon down the girl's cheeks. She was murmuring her friends name over and over again, unable to conjure up anything else. She couldn't move, she couldn't think, she could only stare.

Her best friend was dying.

From out of the darkness came a trickle of people. All teens and all crying. Two boys- Sona and Cole- began pressing against the bullet wound and shouting orders. Their panic was obvious. They were stopped, suddenly, by a trembling, ghostly hand and a weak shake of the dying girl's head. She knew what was happening. There was nothing that could be done.

Their leader was dying.

Two stood away from the group, silent in their grief. This was a scene too familiar for comfort, and too emotional to be taken in. Once alone, maybe Will would allow the pain to swallow him. Once the wounds weren't fresh, maybe Manu would allow himself to mourn. They had practiced this. They were used to it. Yet, tears silently fell to the scarlet strained ground, and their shoulders shook in grief.

Their comrade was dying.

The girls were feverishly babbling. "Rose, hold on, you'll be alright," they repeated, "Please, we can help you!" Their lies were appreciated, however useless. Starr feverishly began threading her figures through the dark mob of hair, and Ellie gripped onto Oceana's hand as if it were her only lifeline.

Their sister was dying.

The young girl took one last breath. Her ocean eyes rose to the sky and skimmed the stars once more. They were so bright; so beautiful. She could almost feel their touch against her skin. The light chased her pain away; it filled her with acceptance and happiness. Her death would not be in vain, nor had her death been wasted. She had shared something much greater then herself, and it would continue without her. That she was sure of. With a smile, Rose let go. Her spirit was weightless, and it flew away, like a whisper in the wind.

Oceana was dead.


As a mass the teens rose, as silent as falling snow. Three picked Oceana's body up with grace, and another slipped the dead girl's eyes closed with respect. The crowd continued down the dark streets, slowed down with heavy hearts. Only one lingered amongst the blood; to pick up a fallen book. It'd been thrown to the floor amongst the turmoil. A folded corner signaled where the reader had left off. Only a single sentence could be made out against the gory strain. It read:

"Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because dawn has come."

I tried as hard as I could to make this sad. I watched loads of super sad videos and I listened to sad songs. I may have emotionally scarred myself…Was it worth it? I'd love to hear what you guys thought of this little death scene. PLEASE REVIEW.

RIP Oceana. You will forever remain in our hearts.

And yes I did cry while writing this.

Sorry for the long wait guys. I was busy over the weekend writing for a contest. If you want to check out the piece I wrote, and I do think it's some of the best work I've ever written, here is the link: the-place-that-time-forgot-weekendchallenge-_s4187

Also I'm still open to any ideas for the sequel, so please PM me with anything you want.

Since I'd be pushing it if I tagged the sequel as Fanfiction, I think I'm going to move it to Ficitonpress, so I'll post the link for it when it's up.