Marvel's is Marvel's. Plot's mine. No money involved, unless you count the money I paid for the cappuccinos I drank, while writing this. All forms of feedback would be loved and worshipped. Huge thanks to my fabulous beta'ers Lyssie, Lynxie and Threnody.
This was something that just wanted to be written, even though I didn't want to write it. Domino just kept giving me the evil eye until I did. A sequel to short fic of mine called "Trigger".
Steel Reflections
by Cosmic
After he died, I walked away. He was dead, finally dead and I had killed him. I killed him. I killed my best friend. I killed my partner. I killed my--
I felt bile rise up in my throat as the realization hit me full force, and I fell to the ground. I fell to pieces. I crumbled. And I wept.
I cried for joy. I was free, finally free, and so was he. I cried for sadness. I mourned for the man he had once been. The men he'd killed, my friends and his. I cried for many things. But mostly I cried for the sake of crying, for the hot, salty tears that burned my eyes, that and because I didn't know how to stop.
And when I stopped crying, when I finally stopped, I got up and I walked away, out of tears. Out of tears. I never cried after that. Ever again.
I was alone. I was me, finally me. He made me what I am, who I am. No, he didn't make me, but he helped create the woman I am today. Cold, ruthless. I was a mercenary before I met him, but then it was only a profession. Now, that was me, that was all I had left.
I have nothing else left. No home, no friends, no name to call myself. No name, but what he called me, the name he knew me by. My name is Domino. Nothing but Domino.
Later, much later, after many sleepless nights, I was back. Back at the place it all began. His home, his sanctuary. There was nothing there. Nothing. Nothing at all. He left nothing but questions as his legacy. A mystery that needed to be solved.
Why did he do what he did? What happened to him to make him do those things? What made him crazy? Who made him crazy? I would find the answers, even if it killed me. I had to find the answers. I had to find a reason for this. A reason more believable than the one he gave me. That's why I was there, to find answers. There were none to be found.
I also came to say goodbye.
Goodbye, my friend.
Goodbye, my partner.
Goodbye, my lover.
Goodbye, Nathan Dayspring.
Goodbye.
Fin