Genre: General
Status: Finished
Notes: Character Death

He watched the scene with a distinct feeling of unreality, as though from third person. He knew what was coming even before it happened, but only a split second too late.

The bang. The pain. The sticky liquid that made his shirt stick to his skin and stained his fingers red.

Too late.

And, oh, that sick, sadistic little smile on the boy's face. Too bad his was the last face he'd ever see. "I never did trust you... I never did."

The sky was a blank white canvas above him, open and waiting. He'd always pondered the mysteries of the beyond... Too bad he wouldn't be able to record the experience. He wouldn't be coming back, and he knew it.

It didn't bother him like it should have.

A shadow came between him and the sky as the gray-haired kid leaned over him. "When you see the powers that be, send them my love."

A flash of metal. Darkness.

That day, Marshall Teller found enlightenment.