Kami could feel Hope slowing down, but itwasn't enough. Then again, he could also feel the corruption devouring his body. He reached up, as he tried one more time..... but it wasn't working. He reached for some source of power within himself, but there was nothing there. Heh. If he'd been a Hero, maybe he'd have done this. Perhaps he'd made a mistake deciding to be a God. Then again, maybe, he never decided what he was, after all.
Jake Melbourne held up the city, his body borning. Up there, was his little sister, who he'd left behind. The job he'd hated, the boss he'd wanted to kill. Up there was the house he'd lived in, the hospital where he'd been born. Up there was the bank he'd destroyed, thinking himself a God, and up there were all the friends he'd forgotten about. He'd become a God to flee that life. But he'd never been able to let it die. Perhaps..... perhaps it hadn't been that bad after all. Jake smiled, as his arm was ripped from the shoulder, the city approaching.
Jake was crying. Suitable. A nerd would cry at his death, rushing at him so certainly. He'd always been a bit of a crybaby. He'd always thought his destiny would be something big. A God, or president. He wanted to be someone important. But, in the end, he'd just destroyed everything he'd cared about. He'd left behind what he'd been looking for, in search of fame. Typical, Kami thought, as his body was reduced to simply a floaing torso. You know, he thought, if he was going to die here and now....... then at least he'd want to meet Catwoman.
Then, Kami was no more.