Avatar waited in a corridor of the Citadel for his next orders to come from Bibbo. He looked down at his bandaged left arm which still hung limp and useless at his side. There had been too much activity for anyone to properly heal it. Joker1 had only the time to staunch the flow of blood and place the bone back under a layer of skin.
He was through. There was no looking back, he simply couldn't take it anymore.
A slight smile came to his lips as he thoughts of all the horrors he had encountered during his 3 centuries of life. He always thought it would happen in some spectacular way.
"Some things are simply not meant to be. And others should never have started..." Avatar mused.
He fingered the revolver he had taken from Bibbo, and placed the barrel into his mouth. His hands shook and a tear fell from his clenched eyes.
The report echoed off the stone walls.
One more hero crashed to the ground on this dark day.
[ 09-23-2001: Message edited by: Avatar ]
