One Last Battle? (open)-Angel's Death-

[Angel]

Angel sat on a park bench. Alone. Her hands rested in her lap, her eyes on the ground and her red hair creating a curtain between her and the rest of the world. It had been months now. Since Doom had stolen her powers. Since her health began to wither away. She looked like she was a cancer patient. Looking up, her dull almost grey green eyes stared at the yellowing sky. It was around 6 PM and the sun was getting ready to set. She had came here for one reason, but she found herself not being able to go to that reason but instead sitting alone in a park for two and a half hours.
The past few months, Angel had been 'meditating' and narrowly contacting the Gods, if not fetting a Her hands would slightly glow, her eyes would phase, or the sacred marks of the Androlescent and Mecoria upon her cheeks and forehead would glimmer and emit a slight humming noise. Doom might have noticed flawing in his oh so awesome powers. But Angel figrued even if a trail of energy went to her, he wouldn't even notice in all the trouble he was no doubt causing.
Sinking back she let her head fall back on the bench and closed her eyes. The reason she had come here. The thought creapt into her mind. Here was the place that held the only possible friend she had. Well, sort of a friend, he still, aperantly, didn't trust her. But it still made her feel sick. Sick that she couldn't tell him anything. Sick that she kept lying and lying and lying. Sick that she couldn't even tell him she was dying.
Angel leaned forward and rested her head heavily in her pale hands. Her eyes began to water in her palms and she tried to fight the tears off, sniffing her nose and slightly clenching her jaw.
"Dick I'm sorry...."
She muttered under her breath as a few tears escaped. She hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face in her arms.
"I...I need you.."
She sobbed quietly, alone in the park as slowly it began to get darker. In the park, fighting an unbeatable battle...dying, alone.

[Dick Grayson]

It was strange how things had a way of working out. It was strange how Dick so often ended up being in the exact spot in which something was going to go down. He was drawn to the park tonight, though he was not sure why.

He sported a heavy,long and brown coat on the cold night. He slowly crossed along the various paths that the park outlined, but he still wasn't entirely sure why he was there that evening.

That was until he heard the sounds of sobbing. He quickened his pace as best as he could manage and heard his name uttered in the darkness. He looked down at the crying woman.

"Sorry...for what? What's wrong?"

[Angel]

Angel had only barely tried to try and stop her tears. She wiped her eyes everytime more tears fell. It was only when she barely started to slow the 'water works' when she heard a familiar voice. Her head snapped up and she saw Dick before her. Sniffing again she stood and wiped her eyes again.
"Oh, auh...no-nothing's wrong...I'm just talking to myself...."
She said running the cuff of her long sleeved white shirt accross her cheeks. She hoped that atleast her hair and the dark hid her face. Dark circles were under her eyes and her cheeks were pale as a corpse.
Still, she couldn't tell him, yet again. Why was it so hard?

[Dick Grayson]

Dick looked down as the woman tried to wipe away her tears. She was obviously quite distraught. She stood up quickly and began to try and hide the obvious. He crossed his arms and raised a brow. She had been very secretive all of her life, and tonight was no expection. Dick was going to get to the bottom of this, he hated to see her cry.

"No, you're crying to yourself", he responded instantly. He sighed and glanced over the forlorn woman. He softened and opened her arms, embracing her and placing her head on his shoulder. "Tell me...", he urged.

[Angel]

Angel, in the honest truth, was caught of guard by the hug. She hadn't been hugged in years. But to be hugged by Dick, it didn't feel strange or awkward, it just felt, nice. Burying her face in his shoulder, she took in a few shrp breaths before tears again burst over her cheeks. Between breaths, she tried to explain what she had hidden for so long.
"Wh-when Doom stol my powers...i-it was bad fo....for me....with out ma-my powers...the Gods..I...."
Her lips trembling, and her body shaking she gulped. Wrapping her arms right around her old friend, her words were muffled by his coat.
"I-I'm dying."
She finally uttered. Even though she had traced small bits of her powers, which probably made her a traget for Doom, she still had little chances of living much longer.

[Dick Grayson]

Dick stayed silent as the woman hugged him back, burying her face into his shoulder. He stroked her long red hair and tried his best to calm his weeping friend. He listened carefully as she began to speak, and his heart skipped a few beats as the sentence slowly began to come together.

"What?", he quickly exclaimed as he pulled away to look her in her eyes. His own blue eyes traced over her with worry. "Is...wh...isn't there anything I can do? We can do?", he questioned desperately as he held onto her shoulders tightly. He would do anything.

[Angel]

Angel's tear filled eyes stared back at the stunned man. She knew this would hurt. Both of them. But when he asked if there was anything he could do, they could do, she felt her heart sink. Telling him she was dying was enough. But now...telling him there was nothing, would not only hurt, it would hurt, burn, and rip her heart out.
Looking to the floor, she could only hope he could read her reaction so she didn't have to say it. More tears fllowed over her cheeks and she wiped her white sleave over them again.
"...No...."
She replied hoarsly, her knees trembling she almost felt like she were going to faint.
"I-I'm so...sorry....I wish I told you sooner...."

[Victor Von Doom]

Doom's lips twisted into somewhat of a snarl, not that anyone could see that beyond his mask, the only face that the world knew him as. He stood up from his throne, he had felt it for a small while now, and he was through with it. That blasted Angel, she wouldn't do as he commanded and just left her powers and live whatever of her life was left, she had to try and take from Doom what belonged to him now! He could feel her, feel her presence and where she was, she had made it so easy to track her down, it was almost sad.

Without thinking twice about it, he used his powers to teleport him to Angel's location. The thought that he was abusing these powers had occurred to him, but it was a necessary abuse. He had no choice, his goals needed to be reached soon, wasting time was not sometime that he would do any longer. He looked around, he was now in a park, which meant that Angel was in the park. He walked towards the direction that he felt her, soon her life, and misery would end...

He walked in just in time to hear Nightwing's words, how sweet. The dieing Angel was being comforted, but it would do nothing for her. [green]"Theres only one thing to be done for her now, and thats to just let her die."[/green] He held up his hand and aimed a telekinetic blast that would knock Nightwing away from her if it hit him. [green]"I was wrong to allow you to live after I took your powers, its obvious now that I should have just ended you there. But do not worry, I will right that mistake right now..."[/green]