Enchantress crawled dangerously close to Flag, delight flickering in her eyes and twisting her lips. Cold and sinister, wicked. Richard warned himself to ready his pistol but the moment she swept her hand before his gaze it was too late. Letting out a harsh breath, Rick found himself standing upright–the sound that reached his ears along with the ambience jogged the soldiers memory before this vision could. He was surrounded by a warm glow, walls expertly dressed in rich color while a familiar band of musicians played a familiar melody. Between a thick crowd of strangers Richard realized he was back at Wayne’s Gala. Still panting, Rick turned his head over a shoulder in search of her; the girl he desperately wished to keep close and protect. Though the Colonel stumbled about in his current attire there was one detail he thought of on the sweep; a green dress, she’s wearing a green dress.
A false sense of relief and security struck him the moment his eyes met with Doctor Moone’s light blue pair from a distance. He would have run right for the woman, but that sudden, unforgiving, burst disturbed their short acknowledgement. Made everything silent with the exception of a light ringing that pierced through his brain. Just like that night Richard caught himself darting after the initial shock. He didn’t feel the people he knocked past to get to Moone and it was steps from her that Rick’s hearing just barely started to clear. “–une! … JUNE!!”
The fair, unconscious, blood stained body draped across the ground before Flag’s feet, but instead of the witch coming to save replace June an entirely knew dilemma took her place. He now stood feet from a hospital stretcher. June’s green gown was gone, along with all of that blood, her wound. It was as if she had been pulled straight from ARGUS. This wasn’t his doing… but it was any guess what had transpired to put Moone here with a tube down her throat. Dying all over again before his very eyes. And, as always, Richard didn’t know how to stop this, how to save her, he was ignorant, mortal, and alone. Losing the last light in this world. Unable to do a single thing about it.
“June. June..” As the soldier approached, wrecked by despair, bewilderment, and tears he crumbled forward to see what he could do to help her. To be close to her. To hold June. “June… b-baby–June.” No. Was all the only word that echoed through his mind. No. No!