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Quando sei lotana sogno all’orizzonte e mancan le parole // Whеn you're away, you dream on the horizon and thе words fail me
The Phylange is fighting Omnidroid v.X2 and losing. He missed fighting, he missed working, but the one thing he did not miss was ripping up his throat every time The Phylange was called out on a mission. Laryngitis had set in on him quickly during his early days of fighting, first temporarily for a long while, but after working himself over so many times the infection soon decided that it was permanently going to take up residence in his throat.
He could feel it rearing its ugly head, every scream he let out having an echoed scratch that burnt his throat like alcohol. He knows he’s losing and he can’t win. He knows this is the end, his very final battle.
e io, sì, lo che sei con me, con me tu mia luna, tu sei qui con me // and I, yes, you who are with me, with me you my moon, you are here with me
Maybe it was selfish; he was getting the love from the public he wanted as a singer- as Erik - but that wasn’t enough for him. The Phylange wanted the love of the public when he helped them. All he wanted was one more chance to do good, to be The Phylange, to be Super. He, now, from his selfishness, is stuck on this island like he knows his friends before him are. They are here with him in his final moments, guiding every blow he deals. Their voices echo in his mind at every blast of air he lets leave his chest.
Mio sole tu sei qui con me, con me, con me //My sun, you are here with me, with me, with me, with me
The Phylange gets grabbed by the throat by one of the droid’s pincers, his note interrupted as he gets thrown. Something cracked in his back as the droid comes closer, pain washing over him like a bucket of ice water.. Water- he wanted some water to sooth his aching throat.
Time to say goodbye
It goes for his throat again before he could even move, before he could take another breath. There’s so much pain- it's not just in his back anymore. It spills out from his throat and down his chest. He chokes on his breath, on his own blood which seeps out like it was trying to escape from him all along. Like it hated him like the public did.
Paesi che non ho mai // Countries I have never
He can’t get up. He can’t get up now. A beam of red light flits over him as he hears a voice chuckle and speak- however he can’t understand what’s being said. He tries to finish his ballet- his final performance- but sound doesn’t come from his lips. He tries to cough but can’t.
Veduto e vissuto con te // Seen and lived with you
Erik closes his eyes. The Phylange closes his eyes for the last time.
Adesso sì li vivrò con te partirò // Now, yes, I will live them I'll leave with you
“Phy, get up!” A familiar voice snorts, a voice Erik never thought he’d hear again. “I have to agree with Everseer for once- city streets are vile to lay on!”
Golden rays of sun break over his face, making Erik scrunch his nose up as he opens his amber eyes. Mike..? Dynaguy! Oh boy, was Erik glad to see him. His face broke out into a smile as he looked up at the masked face that grinned over him.
“Right, sorry Dy- I-” He coughed, Laryngitis reminding him that it was still there, however not as bad as it was before. “What are we doing again?”
Su navi per mai Che, io lo so No, no, non esistono più // On ships to seas that, I know No, no, they don't exist anymore
“The NSA has called up a meeting, they want us and the Phantasmics on interview, bud.”
A gentle, red-clad hand pulls him up to his feet as Erik takes a deep breath. The city air, although not the best quality, felt good in his lungs. His eyes rove over his good friend, who was plenty taller than Erik was. His face was covered by his white and red mask, however his grin was unmistakably Mike’s. Looking further past Mike, the Phantasmics were also there, sparing one member. Macroburst was looking over at them with a smile, standing near their older teammate Psychwave as they watched Everseer bicker with the only other super nearby- Universal man. Why was he here?
“Is Beta Force also going to join us?” The Phylange asked, regaining himself from his sentimental thinking. They had to get back to the mission on hand.
“Sure. That’s why Universal's here, we’re just waiting on Blazestone now an-”
Con te io li rivivrò Con te partiro // With you, I'll relive them I'll leave with you
“Apogee, she’s joining us too. That dame’s never late, where is she?” The Phylange said, his brow furrowing ever so slightly. “We are a team- we can’t leave without her.”
It felt like it was only yesterday when they’d met, all three of them during the depression. All three of them were freshfaced and scared out of their wits to be doing something so dangerous, but excited as ever to bring good to the world. Apogee was the youngest, but had her powers the longest; she had been the one to purpose they’d all work together.
“She got the message- she’ll be here soon.” Dyna’s voice breaks. Behind the Phantasmics, The large skyscraper that held the NSA’s headquarters glistened in the sun, its setting light making the windows shine gold.
“Blazestone too.” Universal man’s voice grumbles, his eyes- which held a deep sadness- flicking over to 2/3ds of the Thrilling Three. It was sorta obvious that he was upset over something she’d done.
Su navi per mari Che io lo so //On ships to seas that, I know no, no, they don't exist anymore
“We’ll be here when they come. They know we love them and that we will always be here for them.” He isn’t sure who said that. Maybe it was his voice. However he knows those words are true. The Phylange- Erik- will always be there for his fellow supers.
No, no, non esistono più con te io li rivivrò con te partirò //With you, I'll relive them I'll leave with you
At the end, The Phylange isn’t too sure what happened, but he’s with his friends. He has his family back and that’s what matters. His community, the one he worked so hard to be a part of and be proud of. Together again, it’s like the ban never happened.
lo con te // me with you
At the end of the day, the sun sets and a new one begins. One without the faces we know, however we will all meet them again one day- one day when our own sun sets.