The Nick Of Time (and other abrasions)
A Heart Full Of Dust
by
Al Bruno III
(Thirty Five)
After he was done smashing the robotic bitch beyond repair Kurt ran for the tower, watching what was left of this little fucked-up drama play itself out.
The Wandering Fool was all bloodied trying to climb up the cable he was hanging from to get to the Splinter. Kurt liked that. There was this weird fucked-up thing after him, slashing at him and roaring. Was this a Monarch?
Probably.
Of course that meant that there was probably no way he could stop it from destroying the world.
“Fuck.” Kurt muttered under his breath as he dropped his club and started to climb the tower.
He hadn't even climbed a foot when the Hanged Man hit the ground with bone-jarring impact.
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled to himself, “That's gotta hurt.”
Kurt looked up, expecting to see the Monarch on the verge of ripping a hole in the fucking universe. But what he saw instead was the thing disintegrating. Its agonized screams filled the air. Kurt watched in awe as it came apart like a cloud in a storm.
He watched the space where it had been for a long time.
Now this was a fine turn of events. The Monarch was dead, the world was saved and the only people who could say he didn't do it all by himself were history! All he had to do now was get the Xenon Splinter and the fool’s head and return a hero.
Kurt smiled, fuck that- he was gonna come back a GOD!
Pulling the knife from beneath his robes he walked over to where the Hanged Man lay all curled up. His clothes were soaked with blood and there were nubs white of bone poking out of a dozen places.
When he turned the Hanged Man over he got an even bigger surprise.
He had the Xenon Splinter.
He'd fallen on it and it was half buried in his chest!
Kurt had to laugh, talk about the punishment fitting the crime!
He grabbed one of the crystal's rounded ends and tried to pull it loose, but it was jammed between two ribs. It came free with a snapping noise. He stared at the Splinter, the end of it had snapped off cleanly and to a point.
What the Hell was going on here? Wasn't the fuckin' thing supposed to be like this?
Kurt looked back down to see how much had broken off, but the wound had closed itself.
All the Fool’s wounds had closed themselves and he was staring up at Kurt with cold, cold eyes.
The Xenon Splinter started to glow of its own accord and suddenly Kurt was enveloped in its light. He tried to drop the thing but every muscle in his body had locked.
“Enough of you,” the Fool stood and pulled the glowing crystal from his hands, it seemed to hover at his fingertips. The glow began to brighten until it burned, peeling away Kurt’s flesh and the layers of reality away with equal ease. The Ruins of Creation roared to life, “Enough of all this.”
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