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(no one can do your dying for you)
Aug. 30th, 2011 11:43 pmThey don't let up, and Johnny Storm doesn't ask them to.
It's an annihilation wave and he's surfing it, riding it out, letting it take him to the red hot rage that can fuel his fire to beyond nova, to beyond anything regular old Earth would be able to cope with. Doesn't matter out here. Not much matters in the Negative Zone, not much at all except that the portal is locked and none of these gods-damned bugs are getting through to threaten his family or his friends or anyone else.
He's not sure how long he's been fighting. A minute or ten, an hour, a day. The wave doesn't stop, it's never going to stop, you kill one bug, heh, two more come in its place, right? He's probably getting delirious from exhaustion, because he laughs in the face of the next creature as he blasts it, but he doesn't feel the slightest bit tired. He could do this for days. Hell, he could do this for years.
A kick and a burst of flame and a pinch as something bites him before he can kill it (doesn't matter, his blood's boiling, it's not gonna be venom that gets him) --
The wave's never going to stop, but Johnny smiles a grim smile to himself, because neither is he.
Neither
(a ripped costume)
is
(flashes of purple green)
he.
(darkness)
It's an annihilation wave and he's surfing it, riding it out, letting it take him to the red hot rage that can fuel his fire to beyond nova, to beyond anything regular old Earth would be able to cope with. Doesn't matter out here. Not much matters in the Negative Zone, not much at all except that the portal is locked and none of these gods-damned bugs are getting through to threaten his family or his friends or anyone else.
He's not sure how long he's been fighting. A minute or ten, an hour, a day. The wave doesn't stop, it's never going to stop, you kill one bug, heh, two more come in its place, right? He's probably getting delirious from exhaustion, because he laughs in the face of the next creature as he blasts it, but he doesn't feel the slightest bit tired. He could do this for days. Hell, he could do this for years.
A kick and a burst of flame and a pinch as something bites him before he can kill it (doesn't matter, his blood's boiling, it's not gonna be venom that gets him) --
The wave's never going to stop, but Johnny smiles a grim smile to himself, because neither is he.
Neither
(a ripped costume)
is
(flashes of purple green)
he.
(darkness)
