The hospital had suddenly exploded with activity, Solarduct had struck again, only this time, one of the United States superheroes had gotten seriously injured. Fissure had been brought in, severely wounded, murmuring she wanted to speak to Flascharge. She had to. One of the nurses involved in the attempt to save her received a sharp command from one of the doctors to go and GET Flashcharge.
And so it was an out of breath nurse that had sped full speed through the hallways on her way to Flashcharge's room just to get there in time. She burst in the door, "Mr Flashcharge!" she cried, "There's been an attack! Fissure has--"
Thomas had been reading a book, being tremendously bored at having to stay at the hospital yet again. This time his wounds were a lot more serious than the ones he had received after Novara's awful rounds of destruction. Bermuda had managed to give him several serious burns, both from fire and wind, and he had been impaled on several earth spikes. Even the thought of it made him sick, so he tended to avoid it but his injuries showed it. He had broken two ribs, his left ankle (again, typical how that worked) and his right arm, he also had several deep flesh wounds in his torso, arms and legs, as well s numerous scrapes and cuts. Oh, and a concussion, of course. It was as if it was standard practice by now. IF Flashcharge ever got injured, he always got SERIOUSLY injured.
But yes, Thomas had been reading a book when the nurse had stormed in. The moment Fissure's name had passed her lips, time seemed to come to a standstill for him. His breathing seemed to halt and he seemed to see every little detail on the nurse. The blood, the panicked expression, the panting, telling him all one thing.
Natalie.
Even before she could finish her sentence, Thomas was past her. He didn't even bother to run or walk, but was flying straight through the hospital corridors, barely avoiding people as he went. He reached the emergency room where Fissure was located not even ten seconds later and quickly made his way in, heart pounding in his throat. The moment he opened the door, he was halted by a doctor whom gave him a compassionate look. "I'm sorry," he said, and it was as if Thomas' heart stopped beating, "We've tried, but there's nothing we can do. She's still alive, but--" Thomas hadn't even waited for him to continue, but had already pushed past him to Fissure.
"Nat!" he cried out despairingly. He didn't even notice as the room emptied, with doctors and nurses giving him sorrowful or compassionate looks.
Fissure opened her eyes and smiled at Thomas, when she spoke, her teeth were red with blood, and a small trickle ran out of her nose and ear. "Hey Tommy," she whispered softly.
"Nat!" Thomas cried out again, "Nat, no! What did you DO?!" tears were already streaming down his cheeks, sobs already wracking his body.
Natalie smiled and raised her hand to stroke his cheek, wiping away the tears, even though they were quickly replaced. "I love you, Thomas," she whispered hoarsely, her breathing was ragged and bubbly, indicating that
there was blood in her lungs.
"Nat," Thomas moaned, "I love you too, I love you," he grabbed her hand, kissed it and gripped it tightly before softly smoothing the hair out of Natalie's face. "I love you so much, Nat, please-- please be my wife,"
Thomas spoke gently now, the pure horror of it all pushed backwards, he couldn't ruin these moments with his beloved by panicking! He couldn't! The sheer panic and pain was already raging through him, adrenaline pumping.
Nat closed her eyes a moment before opening them and forming a shadow of her always wide grins. "Of course, Tommy," she coughed, "I'd love to. I
love you so much. Solarduct--" she sighed, "I have no regrets..." It was quickly coming to an end now, her breating more and more shallow, coming more and more slow.
"Shh, shh, b-- be at p-peace, Nat." Thomas spoke gently, tears still pouring down his face, "It'll be okay, I promise." His body shivered with surpressed sobs, "T-they'll f-fix you up." he leaned closer to her, desperately maintaining eye contact with her.
"Liar," Nat spoke faintly, but she still smiled, "Remember--" And it was over. Her eyes fell close and with a last breath, Thomas could feel Natalie's life flee her body.
"NAT! NAT!" he cried as he gripped her body tightly, "NO! NO! NOOOOOO!" he screamed and his power went completely BERSERK. Everything exploded, burned away by his endless rage and grief, power flowed out, expanded into every directions and formed a perfect sphere, with Thomas and Natalie in the center. When it was over, there was nothing left where the black energy had touched, no stone, no walls; a complete sphere shape was cut out into the building. From beyond that seemingly invisible barrier, people were staring at them in terror but Thomas wasn't aware of them. Even during this time, his body
had remembered the first rule and had automatically limited the damage done. Thomas sobbed heavily and shuddered when he gently placed Fissure back on the bed. He smoothed away her hair once more and gave
her a final kiss before he stood. His eyes having darked to become nearly black, his anger terrible to behold. The sudden power in the air was awful, suffocating all those that had the misfortune to be near.
And then he was gone.
He had taken off, like that, not even seen by people, yet the horrifying and suffocating feeling lingered for several more days.
Charles sighed deeply and wearily as he surveyed the damage done by Thomas. The death of Fissure had hit him hard and the sudden departure of Flashcharge had him worried awfully. He feared for what Flashcharge would do in this moment of insanity and had already dispatched half the army and national reserves, looking for him although he had given strict instruction NOT to engage with Flashcharge, but to alert him, Charles. He had notified the family of Nat-- Fissure, but they had coldly informed him ihat their family was better off without that abomination of a human being. Needless to say, Charles had been so upset he'd accidentally set the living room on fire and had left the house, smiling savagely.
There wouldn't be any victims, though. He had made sure of that. Flashcharge didn't have anyone to inform.
He had already dispatched the army, trying to find his last surviving hero, hoping he'd reach him in time, before he'd do something stupid and hoping beyond hope he wouldn't do like Novara had had.
All he could do was wait.
