08-31-2013, 07:10 PM
Fear. Thall Sinestro knew fear.
The sound of the rushing water slowly entered his consciousness, the void of Omni’s presence slowly being filled with the bleary reality that surrounded him. The noise pounded all around him, muffled and indistinct.
What is fear without death?
His eyes opened, blackness being strangled out by the blinding white that surrounded him in every direction. He felt the cool liquid lapping against his red skin, the spray of the fountain raining down in a continual stream. Finally he remembered to breathe and his lungs sucked in the stale, flavorless air.
The prophecy was at an end. Death’s forces were all but obliterated, the power of the black rings purified by the sterling light of the White Lantern.
The Korugaran’s finger’s twitched, every ounce of his effort funneled into making a fist. His body was slow, difficult to move, as if he was awaking from a deep sleep. As if he was waking up from a wonderful dream.
Nekron was at his mercy, brilliant chains of pure Life choked the essence from the avatar of the Black Lanterns. The last great enemy of the universe was helpless, defeated.
His broad palm reached up, grasping one of the long, dark spikes that protruded from the side of the water feature. Lean muscles strained as he drug himself to his feet, water rushing off of his exposed body.
Sinestro had plunged his hand into the chest of Death, and tore out its black, unbeating heart as it howled in agony. Thaal Sinestro had become The Greatest Lantern.
Water dribbled off of the alien’s naked body as he leaned against a massive spoke, heaving. His eyes, their natural color for the first time in years, searched wildly as he attempted to absorb everything that was happening around him. His heart pounded in his ears, his hands trembled.
Thall Sinestro had killed Death. What was left to fear?
Frantically, he attempted to remember the words of the being he had spoken to. All that it would require was will. He had been one of the Green Lantern’s finest warriors. Sinestro understood will. He excelled at it. “Just think of what you desire most.” It should be a simple task.
He clenched his fist and held it in front of himself. Closing his eyes, he focused, blocking out the world as he had been trained to do so very long ago.
A massive wave of feedback surged through his body and mind, reality itself rejecting his demand. He staggered back, splashing in the water and holding his head. Again he held his fist in front of him, face twisted into a snarl. Again, he was wracked with agony. No shimmer of light, no flash, nothing.
“No,” he uttered between gritting teeth.
Loss. The agony of losing all that you had become. That’s what was left.
“No!” he snapped, the heads of the others that surrounded the fountain finally turning towards him. Their judging eyes drove into him, this mad, nude alien. He didn’t care.
Again he held his hand out, grasping his wrist with the other. Snarling, he willed the ring into his hand, he could practically see it. All he had to do was want it enough.
The pain rushed up through him, rattling in his skull and his teeth. His eyes spread open wide, and he pushed harder. The pain grew. Again, harder. Pressure swelled in his skull so angrily it threated to split the sutures. He refused to let go of the image. Dark purple blood began to leak from his nose, the reverberations of the rejection physically forcing him to shudder. His ears began to whine, every one of his body’s veins protruding out with strain. Still he would not let go.
The now blurred figures began to surround him, the ringing drowning out any words they might have attempted. Further and further he willed it, the delicate vessels in his sclera rupturing, whites of his eyes slowly turning purple. A thin trail of blood now trickled from his ear, dripping from the angle of his jaw.
“I AM THE GREATEST LANTERN!” he screamed at the peak of his voice, the image of his Power Ring searing in his mind’s eye.
Nothing.
He crumbled to his knees, gasping for breath, little drops of violet mixing with the increasingly dark water around him.
Fear. Thall Sinestro knew fear.
The sound of the rushing water slowly entered his consciousness, the void of Omni’s presence slowly being filled with the bleary reality that surrounded him. The noise pounded all around him, muffled and indistinct.
What is fear without death?
His eyes opened, blackness being strangled out by the blinding white that surrounded him in every direction. He felt the cool liquid lapping against his red skin, the spray of the fountain raining down in a continual stream. Finally he remembered to breathe and his lungs sucked in the stale, flavorless air.
The prophecy was at an end. Death’s forces were all but obliterated, the power of the black rings purified by the sterling light of the White Lantern.
The Korugaran’s finger’s twitched, every ounce of his effort funneled into making a fist. His body was slow, difficult to move, as if he was awaking from a deep sleep. As if he was waking up from a wonderful dream.
Nekron was at his mercy, brilliant chains of pure Life choked the essence from the avatar of the Black Lanterns. The last great enemy of the universe was helpless, defeated.
His broad palm reached up, grasping one of the long, dark spikes that protruded from the side of the water feature. Lean muscles strained as he drug himself to his feet, water rushing off of his exposed body.
Sinestro had plunged his hand into the chest of Death, and tore out its black, unbeating heart as it howled in agony. Thaal Sinestro had become The Greatest Lantern.
Water dribbled off of the alien’s naked body as he leaned against a massive spoke, heaving. His eyes, their natural color for the first time in years, searched wildly as he attempted to absorb everything that was happening around him. His heart pounded in his ears, his hands trembled.
Thall Sinestro had killed Death. What was left to fear?
Frantically, he attempted to remember the words of the being he had spoken to. All that it would require was will. He had been one of the Green Lantern’s finest warriors. Sinestro understood will. He excelled at it. “Just think of what you desire most.” It should be a simple task.
He clenched his fist and held it in front of himself. Closing his eyes, he focused, blocking out the world as he had been trained to do so very long ago.
A massive wave of feedback surged through his body and mind, reality itself rejecting his demand. He staggered back, splashing in the water and holding his head. Again he held his fist in front of him, face twisted into a snarl. Again, he was wracked with agony. No shimmer of light, no flash, nothing.
“No,” he uttered between gritting teeth.
Loss. The agony of losing all that you had become. That’s what was left.
“No!” he snapped, the heads of the others that surrounded the fountain finally turning towards him. Their judging eyes drove into him, this mad, nude alien. He didn’t care.
Again he held his hand out, grasping his wrist with the other. Snarling, he willed the ring into his hand, he could practically see it. All he had to do was want it enough.
The pain rushed up through him, rattling in his skull and his teeth. His eyes spread open wide, and he pushed harder. The pain grew. Again, harder. Pressure swelled in his skull so angrily it threated to split the sutures. He refused to let go of the image. Dark purple blood began to leak from his nose, the reverberations of the rejection physically forcing him to shudder. His ears began to whine, every one of his body’s veins protruding out with strain. Still he would not let go.
The now blurred figures began to surround him, the ringing drowning out any words they might have attempted. Further and further he willed it, the delicate vessels in his sclera rupturing, whites of his eyes slowly turning purple. A thin trail of blood now trickled from his ear, dripping from the angle of his jaw.
“I AM THE GREATEST LANTERN!” he screamed at the peak of his voice, the image of his Power Ring searing in his mind’s eye.
Nothing.
He crumbled to his knees, gasping for breath, little drops of violet mixing with the increasingly dark water around him.
Fear. Thall Sinestro knew fear.
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