She couldn't have picked a more perfect way to die.
Surrounded, smothered even, by a field of white flowers, her son and disciple standing over her. The Legacy, her gun, and the truth, all firmly clasped within his fingers. She had suceeded. He had surpassed her. America was safe, and The Sorrow was only mere steps away, waiting.
Everything was perfect. When the gunshot pierced the air, she figured that opening her eyes once again wouldn't be a surprise at all.
Except that the other side of The Sorrow's river was suprisingly... white. She would have guessed Heaven, but that's not what she expected God to sound like. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Where was The Sorrow?
And what was she wearing? The smile was so fake.
Ignoring this bizarre mockery of God's rambling, she sat up, and was quickly greeted by what had to be a nurse. Except she was as fake as the clothing, serene and happy and wrong by every stretch.
"You're just in time, sweetie," cooed the fake. "You might have missed breakfast! Come on, before the food gets cold."
She followed, keeping her expression blank. Whatever this was, doing nothing wouldn't get her any answers. Perhaps this was the afterlife? Who could know?
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Surrounded, smothered even, by a field of white flowers, her son and disciple standing over her. The Legacy, her gun, and the truth, all firmly clasped within his fingers. She had suceeded. He had surpassed her. America was safe, and The Sorrow was only mere steps away, waiting.
Everything was perfect. When the gunshot pierced the air, she figured that opening her eyes once again wouldn't be a surprise at all.
Except that the other side of The Sorrow's river was suprisingly... white. She would have guessed Heaven, but that's not what she expected God to sound like. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Where was The Sorrow?
And what was she wearing? The smile was so fake.
Ignoring this bizarre mockery of God's rambling, she sat up, and was quickly greeted by what had to be a nurse. Except she was as fake as the clothing, serene and happy and wrong by every stretch.
"You're just in time, sweetie," cooed the fake. "You might have missed breakfast! Come on, before the food gets cold."
She followed, keeping her expression blank. Whatever this was, doing nothing wouldn't get her any answers. Perhaps this was the afterlife? Who could know?