[center][quote=@Byrd Man][b][color=#999999]“I AM THE HERALD OF THE END TIMES FOR YOUR PLANET, CHAMPION OF ANTI-LIFE. I AM THE SILVER SURFER, AND I SERVE DARKSEID.”[/color][/b]
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[b][color=#ffffff]The Raft, New York[/color][/b]

Johnny Storm’s eyes widened with shock as he heard Darkseid’s name leave the SIlver Surfer’s mouth. He hovered mid-air for a moment as he tried to process the information. His eyes met with Reed’s on the ground who looked every bit as shocked as he did. Slowly Johnny’s flame began to burn brighter and hotter as his anger rose. The Surfer was working for the Apokoliptian that had murdered their world. It wasn’t their Darkseid, Johnny understood that much on some level, but as his blazing eyes rested on the herald it seemed to make no difference to him.

He shot towards the herald with arms outstretched. There was a loud thud as Johnny’s shoulder hit the Surfer square in the chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders. What Johnny was doing was the next nearest thing to suicide, but his rage – and his desire to see Darkseid pay for what he had done to their world – far outstripped any sense of self-preservation the young man possessed.

[color=#ea9999]“You want death? You want destruction? Well buckle up, you son of a bitch, because there’s no coming back from where we're going!”[/color]

From far beneath them, Johnny thought he could hear his sister calling out his name. There was no time for second thoughts. If he hesitated now, he’d be dead, they’d all be dead – just like his world. No, Johnny continued sending the pair of them climbing high above the clouds, until The Raft was barely visible, until New York looked like a scattered handful of lights along the Eastern Seaboard, and the air was so thin that Johnny could barely breathe. 

He needed to be this high to do what he had planned. Ever since they had left their world, Storm had been storing up the all the rage and the loss that he felt – but he didn’t need to hold it in anymore. Even as they had thought Namor and Hector Hammond, Johnny had found himself holding back, afraid of hurting someone – or everyone. But he didn’t care if the Surfer could take it. 

So long as he served Darkseid, the herald could burn alive if that’s what it took to stop him.

Johnny thought of Peter Parker and Clark Kent. He thought of Crystal and She Hulk. Wyatt Wingfoot and Medusa. He thought of all the friends and foes that had been lost to Darkseid’s murderous campaign on his world. He pictured their faces in his mind. Then he pictured all the people they had lost. A whole world destroyed and for what? One man’s greed. He felt the pain bubbling in his chest, heard it leaving his throat as a guttural scream, and prepared to let the flames tear through his every pore like he had never done before.

[i]Supernova[/i], Reed had called it. 

The super scientist had surmised that Johnny possessed within him the power to explode into a burst of flames hotter than the surface of the sun – though he could never safely put that theory to test. Now was the time. He gripped the Surfer close to him, despite the herald’s desperate attempt to prize Johnny’s arms free from him, and gave him every ounce of power that he had. His body was shaking with anticipation. His throat coarse with screams he could no longer hear anymore. But he could feel the light.

There was a sudden silence as Johnny released the supernova. As its flames engulfed him and the Surfer he muttered one word. [color=#ea9999]"[i]Sue[/i]."[/color]

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