by cosmic-quark » Sat Dec 09, 2017 2:41 am
If you had to die, what would be your preferred way of going out? What death do you fear dying, and hope to escape?
Elaine: I think I'd like to die peacefully, surrounded by the people I love. Is that a cliche? Probably. I try not to think about death too much, if I'm being honest. I know my chances of dying are higher than a normal person's, which kinda comes with the job, but I've made my peace with that by now.
Superheroes are supposed to want a hero's death, I think. Dying in action, on the job, going out in a blaze of glory. You know the drill. But that always seemed awfully lonely to me. You die anonymously and probably painfully, hidden behind your mask. You're the headline news for a few days, a week if you're lucky, and then what? You're forgotten. Half the time, your family doesn't even know where you went. I can't bring myself to want that.
I guess if I had to be completely honest, I'd say that I'm scared of dying in a car crash. Terrified, even. Superheroes never just get their powers, you know? There has to be something that triggers it. Some event. You know what they say- "power is born in the wake of tragedy". The age-old cliche. Mine happened sophomore year of college. That day was- I mean, you can't blame the driver. The car hit me but it wasn't his fault, you know? It was dark out, and raining, and I was wearing dark clothes. You can't blame him.
Still, I spent a month in the hospital with broken bones and internal bleeding and a severe concussion. Fun stuff. It all turned out okay in the end. I got superpowers and a cool new suit and my insurance covered most of the cost. I can't really bring myself to regret it. But- I mean, getting hit by a car is terrifying. You don't know what it's like until it happens to you. It feels like the Earth dropping out from under your feet. Your body reacts before your mind, fear rushing through you and heart pounding and chest heaving as you struggle to catch your breath, and then something hits you and there's just pain after that, blinding and encompassing, and your mind is a panic of half-formed thoughts and-
Sorry. I got a bit carried away. But yeah, that's what I'm scared of. I can't imagine a worse way to die. No suit, no powers, unprotected. Just the impersonal shine of a car and your body bleeding out on the street after hours of pain. That's my nightmare.
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