Speed
Blur.
I couldn't see anything normal. Everything merged; I couldn't make out the reality.
Nothing made sense.
The wind whipped my hair back from my ashen face.
I tried to make out the things I passed, but all I could see was blur.
And the red.
The red at the corner of my eye, always there.
Was I a hero, or a hypocrite?
Did my destiny make me evil?
I've been told this so many times… It's hard to not stray from my path of heroism.
Witch. Goth. Freak. Devil. Satan. Creepy. Weird.
I don't know what to think any longer.
Am I… What they say? Or am I… a hero?
Turn. Turn.
The noise of the city flying by.
Lights come in and out of my vision.
My long cowl flying behind me dramatically.
Revealing my pale limbs.
I must seem graceful. Petite. Unable to hurt a fly.
Oh how I wish it were true…
I look ahead to the blur in front.
We pass patches of white.
White… Pure… Azarath…
The temples of Azarath… The Azar.
Mother…
Her hands, so soft, smooth, calming…
Mother…
Turn. Turn.
Red… Blood… Flames…
No… I must be seeing things…
Burning… Dying… Destroying…
No…
Black birds, ravens, flying, circling above.
Statues. The shapes, so familiar… No…
Starfire. Beast Boy. Cyborg. Terra.
Wait… Where was…
And as we turned again, I saw his face, screaming at… me…
The lights flashed, and black swam before my eyes.
Black. Nevermore. The shadows of my mind. The utter loneliness in my heart.
Turn. Turn again. Flashing lights, neon red, green, yellow…
Him. His face. His scent. And the mask that hid the windows to his soul…
Turn. Darker now… Purple, almost.
My long cloak flowing behind me. Long… Hiding…
The simple sanctuary of it. My protection. Another wall erected to hide myself from the torrents of pain. And to hide others.
Slower… I could almost make out shapes now… Gray… Something flashed red. Symbols burned in my arms. On my forehead and along my legs. My destiny… There was no avoiding it…
Stop. I could see… or not? One sense impaired, the other strengthened. Oceans… Blue, sparkling… Beautiful… And then the cold, harsh reality… rivers turning red… The oceans… so full of life, dying. My fault… Mother… Can I no longer atone for my sins?
We slowed, and I came back. I climbed off slowly, ignoring the gloved hand that reached out to touch my shoulder. To console.
I opened a portal in the stainless steel. Black… Swimming before me.
And I stepped through, into the darkness of my sanctuary.
Darkness.
Consuming… Everything begins and ends in it… Ends. I have never seen anything other…
And I did not sleep that night.
Images… Speeding… Speeding through my head… Speed… Impairing…
The mighty Raven… Victim of Fear…
Another imperfection. Another reason I am damned.
Speed.
Kay, it was a drabble. Don't talk to me about being short. Sleep Soundly...