wonder woman (teen wolf)

one

How beautiful the end resembles with what we are thinking. Dead brings together what the people wants to see, to hear, to feel. Dead is the greatest tragedy of the mankind, is the end for a few but the start for the rest

During many years, to seem hostile and mean was the principle that declined the theory in which the human being will never see themselves as good hearted creatures, as simple mortals with better position to help each other, they grew up seeking for gold, gold that was money, freedom, opinions, an amazing death. They forgot how simple is to close your eyes upon some obstacles, to create your own being as a God and to rule only for one truly person and the rest to be used as a shield, trying to deal that you were made to fight for only one and none.

Every fighter dies the same, with eyes closed, no memories but mostly with someone crying. Maybe there is truly a being to fight for the rest and forgot one. Themselves.

Standing next to a body, selfless and possible admirable, seeking for possible redemption after a fight, absorbed by the moans and deep sober by a woman that held her breath too many times, there was laying a man, simply a God that in balance we can admit: he fought for a lover, for himself but in rest for the ones that needed a hero. She let down her sword and no emotion betrayed her state. Vaguely could we understand after this pathetic image how splendid death is, no one can understand why the start after is new or the end so weak but death will never let no one to say a one last goodbye. He didn't have time. He never said it

Not because he was absorbed by the idea of immortality but he knew deep inside his skull that hope can keep him alive, not for his sake but for the others to see that there is a chance for new, for a new redemption but failing, he left behind not only a woman in need and desperate for justice, but also a maniac in which the prison will never cure his inflicted desire to murder the race of pure golden Gods that will raise, a warrior with a sword filled with innocent blood and dead cold stare and a savior that walked back after recreating and living what is to be superior but failed only for the dear of society

Conflicted, she opened her eyes to see the reality in its own Machiavellian system, creating and building a new life under the microscope, living and hating the feeling of nonchalant hatred, walking on the last road a symbol more or less seemingly a Greek tragedy, the ultimate fallen of a true spiritual God with powers that could kill tons of unilluminated sources of chaos, just like Lex Luthor but more fatigue and with false expectations, with no great responsibilities and mind to create what he created, a monster, a freedom book that could attack by the move of some words here and there but for a friend she wanted to walk one more time with the cross over her back, mind blocked by many ideas and memories and hands fully wiped with white and black from the past, present and future actions that will happen, more or less in an order but leaving scars too deep to cover

Diana looked at Bruce with some pity, not creating some sort of tension or to let aware any emotion that could possibly break him even more. True to the fact that right now he tried to put piece by piece the moment his own parents died, the way they revolted against the inner demons but without any record to be pursuided, they died in front of him, clueless that the revenge was sweet and justice the same. The landscape was surrounded by the eternal green, grey and mud. Everything was dead, not a pleasing dead but something to resemble with the old tradition of bury the coffin

"He did a great job!"Bruce mumbled, barely audible while looking at the hole in the ground, both hands in his pockets and eyes scanning any piece of falling rock that was going down in the pits of the hole

"Eventualy, like this you end a chapter!"Diana spoke more clearly than him, doing the same by looking ahead at an invisible point she created for herself to focus

"But you can write another one-"

"You think?"She cut his sentence and both simultaneously looked at each other, eyebrows furrowed and seriousness spreading all over their face and body

"No!"He stated stern and firmly like he was sure over himself and his own words. Diana felt to tell her opinion, wanted to see a brand new start for her own sake, for her own mentality, for just a little time. A human, she wanted to feel human, not a weapon, a machine, a God because looking now at the events, a God can fall even if the goods were above the bad actions. She wanted a dignified fall, maybe not now when dead was walking among humans sorting who to live and who to cry over Saint Peter's shoulder, she wanted to live in a pure agony of a mortal's recognision, a life as simple as she was made for, not now or before but for the future and in the end, Bruce's face yelled the opposite of what she desired the most

"I don't understand what you are saying!"She admitted "Why to stop thinking that we can have a normal life?"

"Because this kind of thing Diana is the most precious item we can have and easy could be break!"He took a step towards her, keeping the same authority air "Nothing we can change to make it happen, nor our dreams to be seen as normal civilians! Danger is everywhere, at every corner-"

"But this doesn't mean we can act like the ones we save! Bruce, when was the time you actually slept with eyes closed?"

"The time people didn't scream for help!"He pointed out and passed her

"People scream since the birth of time Bruce, but we, yes, are responsible for their life but as so, for how long to ignore the fact that we us are humans and need the same things as the normal ones!"

"Don't get me start of how to be normal! You are a God Diana, me is a human, a human that can make a difference between emotions, that can understand the pain and death, which can just ignore how hard it is for a man to wake up feeling the sensation of something wrong will happen!"He turned to her, at a few meters apart and pointed with his finger in the ground, a little accent over his words that spit venom and truth "I do my job, you do yours! Go and seek for your own self, take time but I know what I will do and that is to play Batman till the end of time!"

Diana was left without any specific emotion over her face. She understood Bruce's intentions and his own way of making himself crystal clear but working his life, his age, his health like this, one day she will witness, maybe or maybe not at his own funeral when he was still in his early flower to bloom. Taking the opportunity as he said to seek for her own being, to discover herself and maybe to have time to reflect at what happened in the battle against Lex's Doom's Day, she picked what she had, a random car and moved with the thought towards some quite cities away from the modernity, from the unpredictable, from the nosy surroundings and that was Beacon Hills