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With in a second Jay sets me down gently in the foyer of the Mansion, causing Jarvis to look up from his dusting.
"Oh, Miss Lance I am-"
I wave my hand and race past him up to my room.
"Don't worry about it Jarvis, it'll be deducted from your pay." I tease almost wishing I had time to turn around and see his face. I spun quickly and winked at him before racing to my room and quickly changing.
"Oh, Miss Lance I am-"
I wave my hand and race past him up to my room.
"Don't worry about it Jarvis, it'll be deducted from your pay." I tease almost wishing I had time to turn around and see his face. I spun quickly and winked at him before racing to my room and quickly changing.
Andy C.
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(IC: General Zod)
Zod paced slowly as he eyed the column of Earthmen in front of him. The leftovers of his first band of Pokolistani soldiers had done well in picking up their own pieces after having been wiped out by the Americans. Their numbers had grown dramatically, though most of the so-called soldiers in front of him were from different nations: Chechnyans, Bosnians, Iranians, even a few pocket groups that had escaped Latveria. All of them had come here to Pokolistan, drawn in by one single lure: war against America and her so called "super-heroes."
Looking at the rabble before him, the General spoke.
"You come here all from different places, from different nations and walks of life, but you are all here for the same reason. You are here for what I can offer you: a better world.
"For too long the Americans have lived off of exploiting your kind, growing fat and complacent while you pay their price. They have taken your lands, plundered your resources, manipulated your governments, and used your sweat and your tears to line their pockets and fill their stomachs. And now, their country has protection not only from their army, but an untold number of inhumans with powers beyond comprehension.
"This....will NOT do.
"I may not be of this world, but I know injustice when I see it. I look into the eyes of the men before me, and I see the results of such injustice: I see desperation, I see hatred, I see the cry for retribution. And I, General Zod, can give you that! That, and so much more!"
As a small group of interpreters translated to their men, some of the Pokolistani soldiers cheered, trying to raise the spirits of the others. Zod raised his hand to quiet them, then continued.
"Already, I had led this nation against the oppressive heel of the Russians. Now, their army is broken, and their government terrified. The Americans dared to intervene, and many of our brothers-in-blood were killed. I sought out my retribution in Chicago, and now thousands of their own lie dead. It is only a matter of time before their ships, their planes, their army try to march against Pokolistan and her new allies. And it is just as certain that their costumed 'heroes' will attempt to do the same. I say, the battles shall not be fought on their terms, by their rules. I say, we take the fight to them!"
"In only a few short days, the first waves of our attacks will begin. But this will not be the simple destruction of a building, or the killing of a few men in uniforms. To truly fight this war against the Americans, we must first fight and destroy their super-human population. And we start...with the one they call Superman."
The cheering of the crowd grew deathly silent. Zod knew that they would not be anxious to face another Kryptonian like himself.
"This so-called 'Superman' has made himself quite the legend: saving lives, preventing disasters, and proudly endorsing the American Way. But what, my brothers, has Superman ever done to protect or save you? Your countries have been laid to waste by war and famine, your families made to huddle in fear and starve in the streets. And yet, this Superman, who has the power to move mountains and change the course of rivers, has done nothing. I, on the other hand, have done everything in my power to bring the suffering of Pokolistan to an end. And I shall continue to do so, by smiting its enemies!
"The American Superman, Kal-El of Krypton, has claimed that he will readily surrender himself to me and to this army. When he does, the world will see our first act in this war, when we cut him open and tear out his heart! Then, one by one, or in droves, his allies and his ilk will be driven before us, until they are no more, and this world is born anew.
"I see a new world, one where all men are truly equal, and no nation has the power to inflict itself upon another. A world where the super-humans are made to live and serve among the humans, not carry themselves as lords above them! And with my help, you have the power to make this happen! Soon, the world will unite under one flag, one banner...the banner of this army! The banner of Zod!"
The army before him erupted into raucous cheering, pumping their fists and firing their guns wildly into the air. Zod turned and walked away from the apes and their howling, and brooded to himself. This "grand army" was little more than a poorly organized gang, nothing more than terrorists and militia. However, their support would be needed to keep the superhuman and mutant populations in check, keep them busy while he carried on Victor Von Doom's campaign of extermination. Then, when his grisly work was done, Ursa and Non would be free. He would then kill Doom for his arrogance, and return to Krypton for his conquest.
The Rogue Son of Krypton turned around as the cheering and howling grew louder. Some of the terrorists had taken out a flag, and were preparing to burn it. Zod smiled as he saw what it was. They were not burning the American flag, but a flag bearing the symbol of Superman.
Be ready, Kal-El. The war is about to begin...
Zod paced slowly as he eyed the column of Earthmen in front of him. The leftovers of his first band of Pokolistani soldiers had done well in picking up their own pieces after having been wiped out by the Americans. Their numbers had grown dramatically, though most of the so-called soldiers in front of him were from different nations: Chechnyans, Bosnians, Iranians, even a few pocket groups that had escaped Latveria. All of them had come here to Pokolistan, drawn in by one single lure: war against America and her so called "super-heroes."
Looking at the rabble before him, the General spoke.
"You come here all from different places, from different nations and walks of life, but you are all here for the same reason. You are here for what I can offer you: a better world.
"For too long the Americans have lived off of exploiting your kind, growing fat and complacent while you pay their price. They have taken your lands, plundered your resources, manipulated your governments, and used your sweat and your tears to line their pockets and fill their stomachs. And now, their country has protection not only from their army, but an untold number of inhumans with powers beyond comprehension.
"This....will NOT do.
"I may not be of this world, but I know injustice when I see it. I look into the eyes of the men before me, and I see the results of such injustice: I see desperation, I see hatred, I see the cry for retribution. And I, General Zod, can give you that! That, and so much more!"
As a small group of interpreters translated to their men, some of the Pokolistani soldiers cheered, trying to raise the spirits of the others. Zod raised his hand to quiet them, then continued.
"Already, I had led this nation against the oppressive heel of the Russians. Now, their army is broken, and their government terrified. The Americans dared to intervene, and many of our brothers-in-blood were killed. I sought out my retribution in Chicago, and now thousands of their own lie dead. It is only a matter of time before their ships, their planes, their army try to march against Pokolistan and her new allies. And it is just as certain that their costumed 'heroes' will attempt to do the same. I say, the battles shall not be fought on their terms, by their rules. I say, we take the fight to them!"
"In only a few short days, the first waves of our attacks will begin. But this will not be the simple destruction of a building, or the killing of a few men in uniforms. To truly fight this war against the Americans, we must first fight and destroy their super-human population. And we start...with the one they call Superman."
The cheering of the crowd grew deathly silent. Zod knew that they would not be anxious to face another Kryptonian like himself.
"This so-called 'Superman' has made himself quite the legend: saving lives, preventing disasters, and proudly endorsing the American Way. But what, my brothers, has Superman ever done to protect or save you? Your countries have been laid to waste by war and famine, your families made to huddle in fear and starve in the streets. And yet, this Superman, who has the power to move mountains and change the course of rivers, has done nothing. I, on the other hand, have done everything in my power to bring the suffering of Pokolistan to an end. And I shall continue to do so, by smiting its enemies!
"The American Superman, Kal-El of Krypton, has claimed that he will readily surrender himself to me and to this army. When he does, the world will see our first act in this war, when we cut him open and tear out his heart! Then, one by one, or in droves, his allies and his ilk will be driven before us, until they are no more, and this world is born anew.
"I see a new world, one where all men are truly equal, and no nation has the power to inflict itself upon another. A world where the super-humans are made to live and serve among the humans, not carry themselves as lords above them! And with my help, you have the power to make this happen! Soon, the world will unite under one flag, one banner...the banner of this army! The banner of Zod!"
The army before him erupted into raucous cheering, pumping their fists and firing their guns wildly into the air. Zod turned and walked away from the apes and their howling, and brooded to himself. This "grand army" was little more than a poorly organized gang, nothing more than terrorists and militia. However, their support would be needed to keep the superhuman and mutant populations in check, keep them busy while he carried on Victor Von Doom's campaign of extermination. Then, when his grisly work was done, Ursa and Non would be free. He would then kill Doom for his arrogance, and return to Krypton for his conquest.
The Rogue Son of Krypton turned around as the cheering and howling grew louder. Some of the terrorists had taken out a flag, and were preparing to burn it. Zod smiled as he saw what it was. They were not burning the American flag, but a flag bearing the symbol of Superman.
Be ready, Kal-El. The war is about to begin...
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After minutes of traveling at warp speed, the Surfer finally arrived at his destination. The planet Earth.
It was a beautiful little orb, one that reminded him of his beloved Zenn-La, but there was no time to sit and marvel at it's beauty. Not when it was in danger of being destroyed.
The Surfer descended on the planet with all possible speed, and began fine tuning his senses to pick up the distinct energy signature that a Shi'ar nega bomb gives off.
Using his vaunted speed, the Surfer traversed the planet, nothing but a faint blur to the populace, in search of the bomb. Within thirty seconds the entire planet was scoured and, to his relief, Norrin had found the bomb.
It resided inside a large planet-looking globe atop a great building in a huge city on the east coast of one of the major continents of the world. The globe had words that were attached to it that read "Daily Planet".
Surfer did not know what that meant, but he did not care. All he knew was that there was a nega bomb inside of the monument and he had only minutes left to get it out and off world.
With the mighty Power Cosmic at his command, Norrin manipulated the molecular structure of the giant globe and created a large hole in it's side. Moving closer to the globe, the Surfer reached into the hole and pulled out the nega bomb. It was smaller than most other nega bombs, only about the size of an air speeder. Still, it was easily carried out by the Surfer with his amazing strength.
Not even bothering to give the gathered crowd of startled onlookers below him any attention, the Surfer put the globe back the way it was and took off with the bomb.
As soon as he broke free from the planet's atmosphere, he headed off at warp speeds once again towards the center of the galaxy and the nearest black hole.
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By the time Dinah gets inside the mansion, I'm already back on the street with Tony. "I've never ran you at superspeed before, so you may want to brace yourself," I say to him. I grab Tony and start running to his mansion.
It only takes a few seconds to arrive, and by the time we get there, Tony looks a little green. But he holds up better than most who take their first superspeed trip.
"I'm going to Chicago now. See what help I can provide. I'm sure Iron Man can find a fast way there for himself and the Black Canary." I give Tony a pat on the shoulder.
"See you in Chicago..."
It only takes a few seconds to arrive, and by the time we get there, Tony looks a little green. But he holds up better than most who take their first superspeed trip.
"I'm going to Chicago now. See what help I can provide. I'm sure Iron Man can find a fast way there for himself and the Black Canary." I give Tony a pat on the shoulder.
"See you in Chicago..."
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...in Chicago.
"......" I try to speak, to say something, to find out what's happening from one of the police, firemen, and EMT's at the scene. But I have no words.
The streets are filled with dust, pockets of fire burning, water shooting into the air from a broken main, people are screaming and crying out, or just stand or sit in stunned silence. Emergency teams scour the streets to help victims and cordon off the area.
I see a man and woman trying to get out of the dust, but too overcome to make. Before they know what happened, they're standing two blocks away at a triage tent being put up.
"You'll be ok," I say to them. The man just nods as he holds the woman close. I look back at the devistation. "No more."
I'm standing near the collapsed tower, raise my hands into the air, and begin spinning them around. Twin cones of air swirl high into the atmosphere. The winds draw in the dust, forcing it high into the air where it will harmlessly dissapate over the state. In only a couple of minutes, the street is relatively clear, and I can truly see the horror.
The Tower is pilled high and long, having collapsed sideways rather than straight down, landing on several smaller buildings. I hear faint calls for help and rush over to a debre pile. I start pulling and throwing chunks of building to the side. I finally reach a pocket holding three children. I grab one and hear a groan as rocks above us begin to give. That's when I move, and the world goes into slow motion. Before the rocks strike, I have the three children in my arms and get us clear.
I keep going back to the fallen structures, pulling away those that are injured and those that are just in shock. I rush them blocks away to medical tents. Back and forth I go, grabbing people, digging them out when the debris is not too heavy. In ten minutes that feel like an eternity, I've helped hundreds. But there are still so many more.
I stand on a sidewalk, bent over with my hands on my knees, gasping for air. Thousands of people are still trapped, many likely beyond help, but so many who still can be helped. I just...I just need a moment.
"Here..."
I look up to see a police officer, a very weary and tired officer, in a torn uniform, holding a small bottle of water for me. I gratefully take it and drain the bottle. The water tastes and feels so good.
"Thank you," I say.
"No," he puts his hand on my shoulder, "thank you." He then turns and heads back into the fray.
I look down at the bottle in my hand and let it drop to the ground. Ignoring the ache in my arms and legs, I head back in...
"......" I try to speak, to say something, to find out what's happening from one of the police, firemen, and EMT's at the scene. But I have no words.
The streets are filled with dust, pockets of fire burning, water shooting into the air from a broken main, people are screaming and crying out, or just stand or sit in stunned silence. Emergency teams scour the streets to help victims and cordon off the area.
I see a man and woman trying to get out of the dust, but too overcome to make. Before they know what happened, they're standing two blocks away at a triage tent being put up.
"You'll be ok," I say to them. The man just nods as he holds the woman close. I look back at the devistation. "No more."
I'm standing near the collapsed tower, raise my hands into the air, and begin spinning them around. Twin cones of air swirl high into the atmosphere. The winds draw in the dust, forcing it high into the air where it will harmlessly dissapate over the state. In only a couple of minutes, the street is relatively clear, and I can truly see the horror.
The Tower is pilled high and long, having collapsed sideways rather than straight down, landing on several smaller buildings. I hear faint calls for help and rush over to a debre pile. I start pulling and throwing chunks of building to the side. I finally reach a pocket holding three children. I grab one and hear a groan as rocks above us begin to give. That's when I move, and the world goes into slow motion. Before the rocks strike, I have the three children in my arms and get us clear.
I keep going back to the fallen structures, pulling away those that are injured and those that are just in shock. I rush them blocks away to medical tents. Back and forth I go, grabbing people, digging them out when the debris is not too heavy. In ten minutes that feel like an eternity, I've helped hundreds. But there are still so many more.
I stand on a sidewalk, bent over with my hands on my knees, gasping for air. Thousands of people are still trapped, many likely beyond help, but so many who still can be helped. I just...I just need a moment.
"Here..."
I look up to see a police officer, a very weary and tired officer, in a torn uniform, holding a small bottle of water for me. I gratefully take it and drain the bottle. The water tastes and feels so good.
"Thank you," I say.
"No," he puts his hand on my shoulder, "thank you." He then turns and heads back into the fray.
I look down at the bottle in my hand and let it drop to the ground. Ignoring the ache in my arms and legs, I head back in...
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THE JOKER:
The bodies lay around him, all with moronic smiles stretched across their faces.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no this simply will not do! The man in purple muttered as he walked back and forth across the room. I simply will not tolerate this, you hear me?
He points an accusing finger at one of the bodies.
All of you, dying on me like this and at my tea party as well.
He sighs as he looks around and picks up a newspaper, looking at the headlines.
Any real henchmen would have been able to stomach a little nitric acid in their drinks. You should all be very, very ashamed.
The paper had a variety of stories, all of which were very amusing. Ha! The Scarlet Speedster Man of Steel X-Men? The man in purple looked at the last name for a long while. Really I cant believe no-one made that joke yet.
Smiling to himself, he dropped the paper on the floor. A man makes a little mess at Tony Starks mansion, and the army go after him Zod vooms around the skies, and everyone makes a fuss who do I have to kill to get some attention here?!
Turning, sharp, he looks over his shoulder with a scowl.
I know, I do remember, but a movie theatre full of people didnt seem to make the Batman very interested maybe I should widen my net
Scratching his chin he looks ahead once more.
I mean, placing all my focus on one man thats just insane
His smile widened as his laughter echoed through the warehouse.
[FONT="]HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA![/FONT]
The bodies lay around him, all with moronic smiles stretched across their faces.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no this simply will not do! The man in purple muttered as he walked back and forth across the room. I simply will not tolerate this, you hear me?
He points an accusing finger at one of the bodies.
All of you, dying on me like this and at my tea party as well.
He sighs as he looks around and picks up a newspaper, looking at the headlines.
Any real henchmen would have been able to stomach a little nitric acid in their drinks. You should all be very, very ashamed.
The paper had a variety of stories, all of which were very amusing. Ha! The Scarlet Speedster Man of Steel X-Men? The man in purple looked at the last name for a long while. Really I cant believe no-one made that joke yet.
Smiling to himself, he dropped the paper on the floor. A man makes a little mess at Tony Starks mansion, and the army go after him Zod vooms around the skies, and everyone makes a fuss who do I have to kill to get some attention here?!
Turning, sharp, he looks over his shoulder with a scowl.
I know, I do remember, but a movie theatre full of people didnt seem to make the Batman very interested maybe I should widen my net
Scratching his chin he looks ahead once more.
I mean, placing all my focus on one man thats just insane
His smile widened as his laughter echoed through the warehouse.
[FONT="]HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA![/FONT]
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(IC: Green Lantern, Sinestro)
Sinestro flew towards the gigantic robot, ducking in between its legs as it reached out to strike him. Now behind it, the Korrugarian used his ring to fire an Apokoliptian Distruption laser, hoping it would penetrate the thing's armor. To his surprise, the beam simply fizzled and dissipated as it struck the metal plating. From the outside, Galactus' "Cat" was nigh invulnerable.
"Ring, it seems this calls for Combat Protocol 33-9-Alpha. I'm setting you to auto-execute in twenty seconds."
With that, Sinestro again approached the robot, weaving and dodging its attacks. The "Cat" swung its arms wildly, trying to catch the pink-skinned Lantern, who was moving just fast enough to keep out of its reach.
Finally, the robot ceased its assault, and instead exhaled a cloud of green gas. Before Sinestro could react, he inhaled it, and every muscle in his body seized up. As the robot approached him, he could not even voice a command to his ring; he was completely paralyzed.
The "Cat," the Guardian of the Taa II raised its massive hand to crush the intruder....and then exploded from the inside out.
Incendiary charges, automatically created by Sinestro's ring and placed directly beneath the robot's armor, detonated and destroyed the robot's internal structure. The ring then went into damage repair, running a diagnostic on the paralyzing toxin and quickly creating an antidote for it. Sinestro smiled as he stood up.
"Combat Protocol 33-9-Alpha. Well executed, ring."
"HOSTILE TARGET ELIMINATED. CEASING COMBAT PROTOCOL 33-9-ALPHA. POST-COMBAT REPORT: BEFORE DESTROYING THE TARGET, I WAS ABLE TO SCAN THE ROBOT'S COMPUTER CORE. IN IT WAS A COMPLETE LAYOUT OF THE TAA ii."
"Did it contain the location of the Ultimate Nullifier?"
"YES. IT IS STILL ON BOARD THE WORLD-SHIP."
"Then take me to it; we don't have much time. At any minute, the Surfer will be back from my little diversion in Sector 2814. And even if he's not, it won't be long before Galactus takes out the rest of the Corps."
"THAT DOES NOT SEEM LIKELY. ACCORDING TO OUTSIDE SURVEILLANCE, LANTERN 2814 HAS CURRENTLY ENGAGED GALACTUS, AND HAS HIM AT A STALEMATE."
"....Jordan?!?!"
*****
The awesome fury of the Power Cosmic raged around Hal Jordan, who strained with his sheer force of will to keep the emerald shield up. To compound the problem, he was still holding Ganthet and the other Lanterns with his ring, and he was beginning to lose his concentration.
"Ring? The other Lanterns...I can't keep them like this and hold off on these attacks much longer. How can I keep them safe until this is over?"
"IT WOULD BE POSSIBLE TO TRANSFORM THEIR PHYSICAL FORMS INTO A SERIES OF ELECTROMAGNETIC PULSES, AND TRANSMIT THEM INTO THE CENTRAL BATTERY. IT WOULD THEORETICALLY PROTECT THEM FROM PHYSICAL HARM IN THIS STATE, BUT SHOULD GALACTUS OR ANYONE ELSE ABSORB THE BATTERY'S POWER, THEY WOULD BE LOST FOREVER."
"Well, the way I understand it, if this Galactus guy wins here, they'll be lost forever anyway. Do it!"
The tendrils of green light that surrounded the unconscious Lanterns began to shimmer, and as they did, the Lanterns themselves began to blink and crackle like television static. An instant later, their bodies vanished, and the light retracted into the Central Battery. With his comerades safe, the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 could focus on the task at hand: defending a planet he had never seen before from a power beyond his comprehension.
"Mortal being, you who are called Hal Jordan, do you not understand what is before you? I have sundered millions of worlds, and all who have opposed me have met the same inevitable fate. I am Galactus, and mine is the Power Cosmic! Yours is a nuissance, a trivial thing. Your struggle may be noble, but it is fruitless. Can you not see this?"
"I see a very very big man who wears a silly hat and thinks way too highly of himself. And I don't know about you, but this little light-show we've got going on is starting to get old. You want this planet so badly? Then have some!"
Jordan aimed his ring down toward the planet's surface, creating with his mind an enormous scooping claw, one that grew larger and larger as Jordan sized up his opponent. The emerald construct plunged deep into the planet, scooping out a mass of rock nearly the size of a small continent. With all of his concentrated will, Hal lifted the colossal boulder and hurled it towards Galactus.
Galactus, seemingly unfazed by this unprecented show of power from the Green Lanterns, willed forth a net of energy that snared the landmass in its grip, and disintegrated it before it reached him. He then focused solely on Jordan, and willed it that the Earth-man should disintegrate as well.
Hal felt his entire body burning, every nerve in his system shooting out signals of pain beyond anything he had ever felt. Despite this, he called out to his ring, and it filled him inside and out with green energy, desperately straining to keep his body together. The ring itself began to spark, as its charge was starting to wear down. The Power Cosmic began to seep in despite Jordan's struggle, and as the screamed in the agony of his own un-creation, the Central Battery began to glow.
Galactus reached out with his will to tap into its energy...and cried out in pain for the first time since before the universe was created.
Hal drifted in a catatonic state down to the planet's surface, his ring barely managing to keep him alive. The Central Battery floated above him, and the green light gave way to a beam of yellow...
Unbeknownst to Hal Jordan, and Galactus himself, their struggle had broken the prison of a being more terrible than even the Devourer of Worlds.
Parallax was free....
Sinestro flew towards the gigantic robot, ducking in between its legs as it reached out to strike him. Now behind it, the Korrugarian used his ring to fire an Apokoliptian Distruption laser, hoping it would penetrate the thing's armor. To his surprise, the beam simply fizzled and dissipated as it struck the metal plating. From the outside, Galactus' "Cat" was nigh invulnerable.
"Ring, it seems this calls for Combat Protocol 33-9-Alpha. I'm setting you to auto-execute in twenty seconds."
With that, Sinestro again approached the robot, weaving and dodging its attacks. The "Cat" swung its arms wildly, trying to catch the pink-skinned Lantern, who was moving just fast enough to keep out of its reach.
Finally, the robot ceased its assault, and instead exhaled a cloud of green gas. Before Sinestro could react, he inhaled it, and every muscle in his body seized up. As the robot approached him, he could not even voice a command to his ring; he was completely paralyzed.
The "Cat," the Guardian of the Taa II raised its massive hand to crush the intruder....and then exploded from the inside out.
Incendiary charges, automatically created by Sinestro's ring and placed directly beneath the robot's armor, detonated and destroyed the robot's internal structure. The ring then went into damage repair, running a diagnostic on the paralyzing toxin and quickly creating an antidote for it. Sinestro smiled as he stood up.
"Combat Protocol 33-9-Alpha. Well executed, ring."
"HOSTILE TARGET ELIMINATED. CEASING COMBAT PROTOCOL 33-9-ALPHA. POST-COMBAT REPORT: BEFORE DESTROYING THE TARGET, I WAS ABLE TO SCAN THE ROBOT'S COMPUTER CORE. IN IT WAS A COMPLETE LAYOUT OF THE TAA ii."
"Did it contain the location of the Ultimate Nullifier?"
"YES. IT IS STILL ON BOARD THE WORLD-SHIP."
"Then take me to it; we don't have much time. At any minute, the Surfer will be back from my little diversion in Sector 2814. And even if he's not, it won't be long before Galactus takes out the rest of the Corps."
"THAT DOES NOT SEEM LIKELY. ACCORDING TO OUTSIDE SURVEILLANCE, LANTERN 2814 HAS CURRENTLY ENGAGED GALACTUS, AND HAS HIM AT A STALEMATE."
"....Jordan?!?!"
*****
The awesome fury of the Power Cosmic raged around Hal Jordan, who strained with his sheer force of will to keep the emerald shield up. To compound the problem, he was still holding Ganthet and the other Lanterns with his ring, and he was beginning to lose his concentration.
"Ring? The other Lanterns...I can't keep them like this and hold off on these attacks much longer. How can I keep them safe until this is over?"
"IT WOULD BE POSSIBLE TO TRANSFORM THEIR PHYSICAL FORMS INTO A SERIES OF ELECTROMAGNETIC PULSES, AND TRANSMIT THEM INTO THE CENTRAL BATTERY. IT WOULD THEORETICALLY PROTECT THEM FROM PHYSICAL HARM IN THIS STATE, BUT SHOULD GALACTUS OR ANYONE ELSE ABSORB THE BATTERY'S POWER, THEY WOULD BE LOST FOREVER."
"Well, the way I understand it, if this Galactus guy wins here, they'll be lost forever anyway. Do it!"
The tendrils of green light that surrounded the unconscious Lanterns began to shimmer, and as they did, the Lanterns themselves began to blink and crackle like television static. An instant later, their bodies vanished, and the light retracted into the Central Battery. With his comerades safe, the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 could focus on the task at hand: defending a planet he had never seen before from a power beyond his comprehension.
"Mortal being, you who are called Hal Jordan, do you not understand what is before you? I have sundered millions of worlds, and all who have opposed me have met the same inevitable fate. I am Galactus, and mine is the Power Cosmic! Yours is a nuissance, a trivial thing. Your struggle may be noble, but it is fruitless. Can you not see this?"
"I see a very very big man who wears a silly hat and thinks way too highly of himself. And I don't know about you, but this little light-show we've got going on is starting to get old. You want this planet so badly? Then have some!"
Jordan aimed his ring down toward the planet's surface, creating with his mind an enormous scooping claw, one that grew larger and larger as Jordan sized up his opponent. The emerald construct plunged deep into the planet, scooping out a mass of rock nearly the size of a small continent. With all of his concentrated will, Hal lifted the colossal boulder and hurled it towards Galactus.
Galactus, seemingly unfazed by this unprecented show of power from the Green Lanterns, willed forth a net of energy that snared the landmass in its grip, and disintegrated it before it reached him. He then focused solely on Jordan, and willed it that the Earth-man should disintegrate as well.
Hal felt his entire body burning, every nerve in his system shooting out signals of pain beyond anything he had ever felt. Despite this, he called out to his ring, and it filled him inside and out with green energy, desperately straining to keep his body together. The ring itself began to spark, as its charge was starting to wear down. The Power Cosmic began to seep in despite Jordan's struggle, and as the screamed in the agony of his own un-creation, the Central Battery began to glow.
Galactus reached out with his will to tap into its energy...and cried out in pain for the first time since before the universe was created.
Hal drifted in a catatonic state down to the planet's surface, his ring barely managing to keep him alive. The Central Battery floated above him, and the green light gave way to a beam of yellow...
Unbeknownst to Hal Jordan, and Galactus himself, their struggle had broken the prison of a being more terrible than even the Devourer of Worlds.
Parallax was free....
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The Khund warship, Devastator, continued on it's patrol route along the edge of the Andari system of the Milky Way. The system contained six planets, three of which boasted intelligent civilizations, one of which was highly advanced.
But, despite their technology, they were no match for the invading Khund. The Khund armada ravaged the system, wiping out and enslaving all being in the sector. The main bulk of the fleet was stationed in orbit around the conquered worlds, but a few ships were sent out to patrol the new borders of their newest addition to the Khund Empire.
It was a normally tedious task, but the sudden appearance of a possible hostile on the Devastator's radar screen.
The Khund commander barked orders to his bridge crew as they hustled to get into battle stations to engage this new foe. The bogey was moving fast though...too fast. Whatever it was, it was moving at warp speeds across the outer rim of the system.
By the time the Devastator brought it's guns to bear, the target had already zoomed past them, leaving them with nothing but space to shoot at.
As the bridge crew and the commander tried to make sense of what it was that passed by them, the Surfer continued through the Andari system towards his destination.
He was almost to the black hole, which was a good thing too. His cosmic sense, which he had attuned to the energy patterns of the destructive device, were beginning to warn him that it was growing unstable and could detonate at any second.
Soaring through a nebula, the Surfer finally arrived at his destination. Looming in front of him was vast nothingness. A super-massive black hole.
Even on the outskirts of the mighty phenomenon's pull, it took a great deal of the Surfer's power to keep from being caught in the singularity's pull.
With a massive heave, the Surfer launched the nega bomb towards the black monster. He sat there and waited as he wanted to make sure the bomb was taken care of. When it had finally been sucked into the singularity, the Surfer breathed a sigh of relief (or what passed for breathing for a being such as he).
As he watched the giant devourer, he had an epiphany. Somehow, watching the space monster as it consumed all that came to close to it's pull gave Norrin new-found strength of will.
No more, he thought to himself.
No longer will I be a slave for a monster such as Galactus. No more will the lives of billions be on my head as well. It ends now...it ends on Oa. Galactus must be stopped.
With all the speed he could muster, the Surfer streaked off towards the center of the universe and Oa.
As he soared through the space ways, he said a silent prayer to whatever gods might be listening that he would not be too late.
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I touch the ground lightly with my feet as Tony gently sets me down on the sidewalk in front of the tower. I stare at it in awe, the rubble is unimaginable, it's somthing so sureal looking I couldn't even gasp. I look around and see Jay, his form dwarfed against the monumental pile of twisted metal.
I lift my hand to motion to him but he's gone in an instant back into the rubble. Tony stands next to me wordlessly and I look up at him, wishing he wsn't encased in metal so I could see his face.
"You here to help?"
I turn at the sound of the voice to find myself facing a local Police officer.
"We're here to offer any service you need." I reply.
"Right now we're doing search and rescue." He looks up at Tony.
"I hear you can lift quite a bit of weight?"
Tony nod's wordlessly.
"I'm gonna put you with the K9 division on the south side, they've got some heavy rubble to lift." He motions for someone to lead Tony over and Tony turns to go. I hold myself back from kissing his cheek, so I don't give away my identity, or worse, start a tabloid rumor against myself.
Tony turns and looks back at me as he walk's away, obviously thinking the same thing, his metal faceplate emotionless and I can only wonder what he's like underneath.
I turn back to the Police officer.
"And me?"
He looks me up and down as I stand there in my leather and fishnets and for a second a smirk comes over his face before he meets my dead serious eyes.
"You can help attend to the people The Flash keep's bringing out."
I nod as I walk over to lend a hand to the Emergency Personnel.
I lift my hand to motion to him but he's gone in an instant back into the rubble. Tony stands next to me wordlessly and I look up at him, wishing he wsn't encased in metal so I could see his face.
"You here to help?"
I turn at the sound of the voice to find myself facing a local Police officer.
"We're here to offer any service you need." I reply.
"Right now we're doing search and rescue." He looks up at Tony.
"I hear you can lift quite a bit of weight?"
Tony nod's wordlessly.
"I'm gonna put you with the K9 division on the south side, they've got some heavy rubble to lift." He motions for someone to lead Tony over and Tony turns to go. I hold myself back from kissing his cheek, so I don't give away my identity, or worse, start a tabloid rumor against myself.
Tony turns and looks back at me as he walk's away, obviously thinking the same thing, his metal faceplate emotionless and I can only wonder what he's like underneath.
I turn back to the Police officer.
"And me?"
He looks me up and down as I stand there in my leather and fishnets and for a second a smirk comes over his face before he meets my dead serious eyes.
"You can help attend to the people The Flash keep's bringing out."
I nod as I walk over to lend a hand to the Emergency Personnel.
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"Almost...got...you..." My hand makes contact with the boy's arm and I phase him as well. I had heard his muffled cries for help after some larger debris had shifted off off the hole he was trapped in. It actually took a couple of seconds to reach him, he was so deeply burried.
I pull us both free. "See, told you I got you." I smile, but the boy does not respond. I check the side of his neck. No pulse. A moment and gust of wind later I'm setting him down on a cot in an emergency tent.
"Injuries?" one of the personel ask.
"I don't know. He was calling out just before I got to him, now nothing..." I say softly as I watch them work. They put a bag over his mouth and begin breathing for him. They keep throwing medical jargon around, someone mentioning internal injuries or suffocation, but I'm too numb to really hear orunderstand them. Come on, kid. Come on!
They bring out a defribulator and hit him with a jolt. The child's body lurches up an inch. I turn away as they hit him again, not wanting to see that young body going through such trauma. I notice Dinah across the street helping out and am grateful she and Tony, who I see lifting a chunk of rubble with somekind of energy beam, have arrived.
Another discharge and a beep bring me back to the boy. The beeps have no pattern, his heart is trying to restart itself. "Fight! You've almost got it. Fight!" I yell at the boy. Another irregular beep, and another, and then flatline again. "Clear!" I hear a man say again, and the boy is hit with another charge. But the flatline does not budge. The EMT's shake their heads, shut down the equipment, and cover the boy with a sheet.
"...no...dammit, no..." I slump against the side of a building, exhaustion pulsing in my limbs. That was the twentieth time I'd phased into the rubble, and the fourth I reached too late. I've felt old before, but right now I feel well beyond my years. I'm not used to this kind of constant pushing and it's catching up with me. I'll need to start training with Ted, a distant part of my mind thinks. Or maybe I can convince...no, he'd never do it. Not since the trial all those years ago...
I look back at the rubble that was once one of the tallest buildings. "Are you going to be ok?" one of the EMT's ask. "I just...I just need a few moments." But I know that every moment I wait, is a moment I might get to someone else too late. I stand back up, grab an energy drink from a cooler someone had brought, and drain it. I reach down and drain another one. I barely feel them effect my system as I make my way back...
I pull us both free. "See, told you I got you." I smile, but the boy does not respond. I check the side of his neck. No pulse. A moment and gust of wind later I'm setting him down on a cot in an emergency tent.
"Injuries?" one of the personel ask.
"I don't know. He was calling out just before I got to him, now nothing..." I say softly as I watch them work. They put a bag over his mouth and begin breathing for him. They keep throwing medical jargon around, someone mentioning internal injuries or suffocation, but I'm too numb to really hear orunderstand them. Come on, kid. Come on!
They bring out a defribulator and hit him with a jolt. The child's body lurches up an inch. I turn away as they hit him again, not wanting to see that young body going through such trauma. I notice Dinah across the street helping out and am grateful she and Tony, who I see lifting a chunk of rubble with somekind of energy beam, have arrived.
Another discharge and a beep bring me back to the boy. The beeps have no pattern, his heart is trying to restart itself. "Fight! You've almost got it. Fight!" I yell at the boy. Another irregular beep, and another, and then flatline again. "Clear!" I hear a man say again, and the boy is hit with another charge. But the flatline does not budge. The EMT's shake their heads, shut down the equipment, and cover the boy with a sheet.
"...no...dammit, no..." I slump against the side of a building, exhaustion pulsing in my limbs. That was the twentieth time I'd phased into the rubble, and the fourth I reached too late. I've felt old before, but right now I feel well beyond my years. I'm not used to this kind of constant pushing and it's catching up with me. I'll need to start training with Ted, a distant part of my mind thinks. Or maybe I can convince...no, he'd never do it. Not since the trial all those years ago...
I look back at the rubble that was once one of the tallest buildings. "Are you going to be ok?" one of the EMT's ask. "I just...I just need a few moments." But I know that every moment I wait, is a moment I might get to someone else too late. I stand back up, grab an energy drink from a cooler someone had brought, and drain it. I reach down and drain another one. I barely feel them effect my system as I make my way back...
Keyser Soze
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Midnight Ice said:
Doom was a deadman.
Nobody screwed over Lex Luthor and got away with it. Nobody. That worthless East-European tinpot hick would be strung up by his balls by the end of the week. But he didn't want to think about that now. Right now, he had to smile and be the benevolent friend to Captain America.
He focused on getting his smile straight as he ascended in his elevator. It brought him to his penthouse office, and he entered, finding Captain America waiting inside.
"Hello Steve! Now update me on everything that's happened."
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Hal Jordan could not move, could not speak, could not seem to register what he was seeing or feeling. His entire body and mind were paralyzed in the grip of a cold, seizing sensation that he had never known before. For the first time in his life, Hal Jordan was afraid.
His ring was nearly out of its charge, barely using enough energy to keep him alive. The Green Lanterns' Central Battery, in which Ganthet and the other Lanterns had been placed to keep them safe from Galactus, had somehow opened up, and a horrible energy had escaped.
The massive Devourer of Worlds had tapped into a source of unimaginable power, and had inadvertantly let loose a monster. Now the demon Parallax was free, and it attacked its unwitting rescuer with powers unlike anything Galactus had experienced from anything other than himself.
The universe became a blur to Hal as the two beings waged battle. The massive power of these creatures raged all around him, and he could do nothing about it. The power of the Central Battery, which he still clutched in his hand, formed a shield around him, protecting the Lantern as Galactus and Parallax unleashed apocalyptic fury upon each other. As he looked around in a daze, Jordan saw the planet Oa slowly but surely breaking apart.
*****
Untold time passed. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been years. For Hal, it didn't matter. The intense light, the heat, the pure horror of what he had seen lingered with him, until it slowly dawned on him that the battle was over.
"...Ring? Ring, what happened?"
"UPON ATTEMPTING TO ABSORB THE CENTRAL BATTERY, GALACTUS ENCOUNTERED AN UNKNOWN ANOMALY. I CAN ONLY THEORIZE THAT THE BEING THAT ATTACKED GALACTUS IS IN SOME WAY RELATED TO THE YELLOW IMPURITY."
"The wha--? Never mind. Why did...why did it all stop? Was Galactus stopped?"
"NEGATIVE. ACCORDING TO SURVEILLANCE, GALACTUS MANAGED TO TRAP THE CREATURE INSIDE A COSMIC CUBE, AND TELEPORT IT AWAY."
Hal had no idea what a "Cosmic Cube" was, but whatever it was, it meant Galactus had won.
"Well, if Galactus wasn't stopped...then why didn't he absorb the planet?"
"1.112 MINUTES AFTER HAVING DISPATCHED OF THE UNKNOWN CREATURE, GREEN LANTERN SINESTRO CONFRONTED GALACTUS, HAVING STOLEN THE ULTIMATE NULLIFIER. GALACTUS STOOD DOWN, AND RETREATED IN THE TAA II. SINESTRO THEN USED EMBARGOED TELEPORTATION TECHNOLOGY TO ESCAPE WITH THE NULLIFIER INTO QWARD, WHERE SURVEILLANCE WAS UNABLE TO TRACK HIM."
"Wait...why did Sinestro want to escape after saving us?"
"SINESTRO WAS APPARENTLY UNAWARE THAT THE OTHER LANTERNS HAD SURVIVED. UPON CLOSER ANALYSIS, IT SEEMS HE WISHED TO BETRAY THE CORPS AND USE THE NULLIFIER AGAINST OA ITSELF. THE MOTIVE BEHIND HIS BETRAYAL IS CURRENTLY UNKNOWN. HOWEVER, UPON SEEING OA ALREADY DESTROYED AS IT IS, HE ESCAPED VIA HIS OWN MEANS."
Jordan was taken aback by this. Sinestro was the one who recruited him into the Corps, trained him the basics on how to use his ring, and brought him here to Oa. Learning that he was now an enemy was too much for him.
"Ring? Take me home."
"I AM AFRAID I CANNOT DO THAT AT THE MOMENT. CURRENTLY, I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH CHARGE TO UNDERTAKE THE TASK OF INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL. TO FURTHER COMPOUND THE ISSUE, USING THE BATTERY TO RE-CHARGE WOULD MOMENTARILY CEASE YOUR LIFE-SUPPORT, AND YOU WOULD DIE. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THE SURVIVING LANTERNS CURRENTLY ENCASED IN THE BATTERY WOULD BE LOST."
"So what do we do?"
"I AM CURRENTLY BROADCASTING A PRIORITY DISTRESS SIGNAL. IF THERE ARE ANY SURVIVING GREEN LANTERNS, THEY SHOULD BE ABLE TO PICK UP ON IT FOR RESCUE. UNTIL THEN, I CAN ONLY ADVISE YOU TO BE PATIENT."
Jordan didn't have much faith in that option, but it was his only choice. Exhausted by the confusion of battle and by the onslaught of strange information, Hal's mind and body finally gave way, and he passed out.
And so, the last of the Green Lanterns, Hal Jordan of the planet Earth, drifted aimlessly through the newly-formed field of asteroids and debris, the graveyard that was once, Oa, the Center of the Universe. And for the first time in his life, Jordan was completely and utterly alone.
Hal Jordan could not move, could not speak, could not seem to register what he was seeing or feeling. His entire body and mind were paralyzed in the grip of a cold, seizing sensation that he had never known before. For the first time in his life, Hal Jordan was afraid.
His ring was nearly out of its charge, barely using enough energy to keep him alive. The Green Lanterns' Central Battery, in which Ganthet and the other Lanterns had been placed to keep them safe from Galactus, had somehow opened up, and a horrible energy had escaped.
The massive Devourer of Worlds had tapped into a source of unimaginable power, and had inadvertantly let loose a monster. Now the demon Parallax was free, and it attacked its unwitting rescuer with powers unlike anything Galactus had experienced from anything other than himself.
The universe became a blur to Hal as the two beings waged battle. The massive power of these creatures raged all around him, and he could do nothing about it. The power of the Central Battery, which he still clutched in his hand, formed a shield around him, protecting the Lantern as Galactus and Parallax unleashed apocalyptic fury upon each other. As he looked around in a daze, Jordan saw the planet Oa slowly but surely breaking apart.
*****
Untold time passed. It could have been a few minutes, it could have been years. For Hal, it didn't matter. The intense light, the heat, the pure horror of what he had seen lingered with him, until it slowly dawned on him that the battle was over.
"...Ring? Ring, what happened?"
"UPON ATTEMPTING TO ABSORB THE CENTRAL BATTERY, GALACTUS ENCOUNTERED AN UNKNOWN ANOMALY. I CAN ONLY THEORIZE THAT THE BEING THAT ATTACKED GALACTUS IS IN SOME WAY RELATED TO THE YELLOW IMPURITY."
"The wha--? Never mind. Why did...why did it all stop? Was Galactus stopped?"
"NEGATIVE. ACCORDING TO SURVEILLANCE, GALACTUS MANAGED TO TRAP THE CREATURE INSIDE A COSMIC CUBE, AND TELEPORT IT AWAY."
Hal had no idea what a "Cosmic Cube" was, but whatever it was, it meant Galactus had won.
"Well, if Galactus wasn't stopped...then why didn't he absorb the planet?"
"1.112 MINUTES AFTER HAVING DISPATCHED OF THE UNKNOWN CREATURE, GREEN LANTERN SINESTRO CONFRONTED GALACTUS, HAVING STOLEN THE ULTIMATE NULLIFIER. GALACTUS STOOD DOWN, AND RETREATED IN THE TAA II. SINESTRO THEN USED EMBARGOED TELEPORTATION TECHNOLOGY TO ESCAPE WITH THE NULLIFIER INTO QWARD, WHERE SURVEILLANCE WAS UNABLE TO TRACK HIM."
"Wait...why did Sinestro want to escape after saving us?"
"SINESTRO WAS APPARENTLY UNAWARE THAT THE OTHER LANTERNS HAD SURVIVED. UPON CLOSER ANALYSIS, IT SEEMS HE WISHED TO BETRAY THE CORPS AND USE THE NULLIFIER AGAINST OA ITSELF. THE MOTIVE BEHIND HIS BETRAYAL IS CURRENTLY UNKNOWN. HOWEVER, UPON SEEING OA ALREADY DESTROYED AS IT IS, HE ESCAPED VIA HIS OWN MEANS."
Jordan was taken aback by this. Sinestro was the one who recruited him into the Corps, trained him the basics on how to use his ring, and brought him here to Oa. Learning that he was now an enemy was too much for him.
"Ring? Take me home."
"I AM AFRAID I CANNOT DO THAT AT THE MOMENT. CURRENTLY, I DO NOT HAVE ENOUGH CHARGE TO UNDERTAKE THE TASK OF INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL. TO FURTHER COMPOUND THE ISSUE, USING THE BATTERY TO RE-CHARGE WOULD MOMENTARILY CEASE YOUR LIFE-SUPPORT, AND YOU WOULD DIE. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT THE SURVIVING LANTERNS CURRENTLY ENCASED IN THE BATTERY WOULD BE LOST."
"So what do we do?"
"I AM CURRENTLY BROADCASTING A PRIORITY DISTRESS SIGNAL. IF THERE ARE ANY SURVIVING GREEN LANTERNS, THEY SHOULD BE ABLE TO PICK UP ON IT FOR RESCUE. UNTIL THEN, I CAN ONLY ADVISE YOU TO BE PATIENT."
Jordan didn't have much faith in that option, but it was his only choice. Exhausted by the confusion of battle and by the onslaught of strange information, Hal's mind and body finally gave way, and he passed out.
And so, the last of the Green Lanterns, Hal Jordan of the planet Earth, drifted aimlessly through the newly-formed field of asteroids and debris, the graveyard that was once, Oa, the Center of the Universe. And for the first time in his life, Jordan was completely and utterly alone.
wiegeabo
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"Come on To...Iron Man. It just needs to be a little higher."
"I'm trying Flash, but it's heavy. It's...pushing my systems too far. And draining my power reserves. You're going to have to work fast. No pun intended...but it would be nice." Tony puts more power into his rockets and inches the slap of concrete higher.
"I know, Iron Man, but I don't think I could phase again without some rest." We had been at this for hours. Hundreds had been saved through our efforts, and the work of the emergency crews, but hundreds had also been lost. Dinah was still helping the crews with the injured. She looked as tired as I felt. And even if Tony's suit was helping to keep him fresh physically, the effort has severly drained it.
"Ok, last try," Tony says. He pulls back again with his arms, the tractor beams coming from his hands straining to hold the slab. It inches up, just enough.
"Ok, hold it. I'm in!" I squeeze into the opening and find myself in a small cavern. A man with a young girl and boy are huddled together. They are scared, but look to be in good shape. "Stay calm, I'm here to help you out."
"It's the Flash," the boy says. "Cool."
I can't help but smile. "Just take my hands," I say, reaching out. The children do, and the man holds onto them. We here a noise of rock cracking and look up to see dust fall from the 'ceiling'.
"Flash, it's slipping. Can't hold...MOVE!!!" But before the word escapes his lips, the slab crumbles and breaks free, burrying us. "Flash! FLASH!!! Jay! Answer me!"
Across the street, next to an emergency station, the four of us dephase. I let the three of them go into the arms of waiting personel. I see Dinah turn to look at me. I smile at her. "Got another group out," I say. Then my eyes roll back and darkness...
"I'm trying Flash, but it's heavy. It's...pushing my systems too far. And draining my power reserves. You're going to have to work fast. No pun intended...but it would be nice." Tony puts more power into his rockets and inches the slap of concrete higher.
"I know, Iron Man, but I don't think I could phase again without some rest." We had been at this for hours. Hundreds had been saved through our efforts, and the work of the emergency crews, but hundreds had also been lost. Dinah was still helping the crews with the injured. She looked as tired as I felt. And even if Tony's suit was helping to keep him fresh physically, the effort has severly drained it.
"Ok, last try," Tony says. He pulls back again with his arms, the tractor beams coming from his hands straining to hold the slab. It inches up, just enough.
"Ok, hold it. I'm in!" I squeeze into the opening and find myself in a small cavern. A man with a young girl and boy are huddled together. They are scared, but look to be in good shape. "Stay calm, I'm here to help you out."
"It's the Flash," the boy says. "Cool."
I can't help but smile. "Just take my hands," I say, reaching out. The children do, and the man holds onto them. We here a noise of rock cracking and look up to see dust fall from the 'ceiling'.
"Flash, it's slipping. Can't hold...MOVE!!!" But before the word escapes his lips, the slab crumbles and breaks free, burrying us. "Flash! FLASH!!! Jay! Answer me!"
Across the street, next to an emergency station, the four of us dephase. I let the three of them go into the arms of waiting personel. I see Dinah turn to look at me. I smile at her. "Got another group out," I say. Then my eyes roll back and darkness...
Johnny Blaze
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"No", whispered the Surfer in shock as he charged into the asteroid field that was once the greatest planet in the universe, Oa.
Dodging between pieces of floating rock, Norrin scanned the area with his cosmic senses.
"It cannot be", he said breathlessly, "will I forever be damned to be a part of planetary genocide? Will I always be too late to stop this destruction?"
Surfer stopped in the midst of a few large chunks of planetary debris and reached out with the Power Cosmic. If there were any survivors amid this carnage, he would find them.
That is when Surfer felt it. A life sign...a faint one. The Surfer weaved through the floating space rocks as he darted towards the energy signature, hoping that he was not too late to save at least one life.
Coming to the source of the energy signature, Surfer was surprised, and relieved, to see that one Green Lantern had survived the onslaught. However he appeared to be in bad shape. Floating in the black next to him was his lantern, which was what he used to charge his power ring.
But, there was something not right about the battery. Through the Power Cosmic, Surfer felt many faint life forces inside of it. Strange indeed.
Those curiosities could wait however. There was a life that needed to be saved.
Surfer looked over the wounded man, and placed his hand on his shoulder. The Power Cosmic flowed through Norrin and into the Lantern, healing him of all his injuries.
Seeing the man's eyes begin to blink as he was coming too, the Surfer quickly spoke to dissuade any possible fight before it starts.
"Do not worry, Green Lantern", spoke Norrin as he backed off the Lantern to give him some room, "I not your enemy...not any more. As you probably know, I am known throughout the cosmos as the Silver Surfer. Once and now former herald to Galactus."
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Harlem, New York.
Five Years Ago.
I'm standing on the street corner in Harlem waiting for the red light to change and the right car to stop. After about ten minutes a Ford Mustang pulls up and stops at the red light. Now's my chance.
I pull my black ski mask over my head, pulll my .45 out of my pocket and run up the car shouting.
"Alright! This is how this S#it's gonna go down! You get out the F##king car and I won't have to f##k you up."
A old white man is behind the wheel, he looks at we bewildered.
"No! I've had this car since I was seventeen, and I'm not giving it up."
I open the door and point the gun dead at his chest.
"I'm warning you old man, now get out the goddamn car."
He tries to grab the gun from my hands, I pull back on the gun with all my might, trying to hold on to it.
*POW*
The shot rings out through the streets as the old man slumps over and falls out of his car. What have I done? I never meant to kill him. I throw down my gun and run off into the night. Police sirens ringing in the distance.
Two Weeks Later.
My trial was quick, even for a black man. Guilty on the charges of Grand Theft Auto and Murder in the first degree. Now my sentencing is even quicker.
"Carl Lucas, The court sentences you to life in jail, without parole."
Figures, a poor black man get's sent away for life while rich white men get two weeks for ruining millions of there own employees lives.
Seagate Correctional Penitentiary, Georgia.
The cell door slams shut as I lay down on my cot, An escape plan already brewing in my mind.
Five Years Ago.
I'm standing on the street corner in Harlem waiting for the red light to change and the right car to stop. After about ten minutes a Ford Mustang pulls up and stops at the red light. Now's my chance.
I pull my black ski mask over my head, pulll my .45 out of my pocket and run up the car shouting.
"Alright! This is how this S#it's gonna go down! You get out the F##king car and I won't have to f##k you up."
A old white man is behind the wheel, he looks at we bewildered.
"No! I've had this car since I was seventeen, and I'm not giving it up."
I open the door and point the gun dead at his chest.
"I'm warning you old man, now get out the goddamn car."
He tries to grab the gun from my hands, I pull back on the gun with all my might, trying to hold on to it.
*POW*
The shot rings out through the streets as the old man slumps over and falls out of his car. What have I done? I never meant to kill him. I throw down my gun and run off into the night. Police sirens ringing in the distance.
Two Weeks Later.
My trial was quick, even for a black man. Guilty on the charges of Grand Theft Auto and Murder in the first degree. Now my sentencing is even quicker.
"Carl Lucas, The court sentences you to life in jail, without parole."
Figures, a poor black man get's sent away for life while rich white men get two weeks for ruining millions of there own employees lives.
Seagate Correctional Penitentiary, Georgia.
The cell door slams shut as I lay down on my cot, An escape plan already brewing in my mind.
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Piotr Rasputin woke up in his bed at the Mansion. He lazily moved to get out of bed. The fight with the Juggernaut had drained Piotr, and everyone else. He took a quick shower, and then proceeded to brush his teeth and hair. He threw on his red and yellow costume underneath some Levis jeans and a t-shirt. There was no way of telling when he would need his costume. Another day in the life of an X-Men...
Piotr Rasputin woke up in his bed at the Mansion. He lazily moved to get out of bed. The fight with the Juggernaut had drained Piotr, and everyone else. He took a quick shower, and then proceeded to brush his teeth and hair. He threw on his red and yellow costume underneath some Levis jeans and a t-shirt. There was no way of telling when he would need his costume. Another day in the life of an X-Men...
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Seagate Correctional Penitentiary, Georgia.
Two Years Ago
The sirens ring loud as I run through the south Georgia woods. The Bloodhounds pick up my scent as they bay in the moonlight night. I'm Carl Lucas and I've been planning my escape for three years. I run to the edge of the woods and see a brown muck filled swamp. Freedom's a Mutha F##ker.
Atlanta, Georgia
Three Days Later
I stroll into the homeless shelter with a baseball cap covering my eyes. I've been on the run for three days nowand had to rob a homeless man of his clothes. The women at the soup line smile as they give me something that looks like what that B##ch in the Exorcist was throwing up, but grub is grub.
I sit down at the far end of one of the cafeteria style tables and start to chow down on what I hope is pea soup. Just then an older black woman sits down across the table from me.
"Is the soup good Mister Lucas?"
My head snaps up and I look at her suspicously.
"Who the F##k are you? I ain't going back to jail B##ch!"
She smiles a soft smile at me.
"No, Mister Lucas I'm intrested in you for an entirely diffrent reason, but could you please watch the language?"
"Like what?"
She pulls a buisness card out of her purse and hands it to me.
"I'm Amanda Waller and the goverment is very intrested in you Mister Lucas."
Two Years Ago
The sirens ring loud as I run through the south Georgia woods. The Bloodhounds pick up my scent as they bay in the moonlight night. I'm Carl Lucas and I've been planning my escape for three years. I run to the edge of the woods and see a brown muck filled swamp. Freedom's a Mutha F##ker.
Atlanta, Georgia
Three Days Later
I stroll into the homeless shelter with a baseball cap covering my eyes. I've been on the run for three days nowand had to rob a homeless man of his clothes. The women at the soup line smile as they give me something that looks like what that B##ch in the Exorcist was throwing up, but grub is grub.
I sit down at the far end of one of the cafeteria style tables and start to chow down on what I hope is pea soup. Just then an older black woman sits down across the table from me.
"Is the soup good Mister Lucas?"
My head snaps up and I look at her suspicously.
"Who the F##k are you? I ain't going back to jail B##ch!"
She smiles a soft smile at me.
"No, Mister Lucas I'm intrested in you for an entirely diffrent reason, but could you please watch the language?"
"Like what?"
She pulls a buisness card out of her purse and hands it to me.
"I'm Amanda Waller and the goverment is very intrested in you Mister Lucas."
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Back where we left our hero.....
Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap. I am so ****ing dead. It takes me about five minutes to swing across town to the meeting spot. When I get there.....
They're gone? They couldn't have left without me. They.....
The librairy. Right. Must be in there.
I get changed and run inside. Have to find them. They must.....
I colide head on into a girl carrying a stack of books. Damnit.
"Oh, god. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
"Let me help you with that."
I pick up the books, stack them, very neatly, and hand them back to her.
"Thanks."
"Well. Bye."
I start to walk away, and she calls after me.
"Hey, what's your name."
"Peter. Parker. Peter Parker."
"What school. I don't think I've seen you around before."
"Oh. I'm from New York. School trip."
Suddenly, one of the kids in my class spots me and calls after me.
"I better get going."
I run after my class. I hear her call after me.
"My name's Barbara!"
Now.......
Yeah. This is very very heavy.
I'm standing on the side of a building in down town Manhatten, holding a very very large chunk of rock off the ground with a web line. There's a woman caught under the rubble, and an EMT is getting her free.
"You know, this would be a VERY good time time get her out of there!"
The EMT gets the woman free, and the line gives about a second later.
"Is it bad that I can't feel my arms? I think that's bad."
Better get out of here. The cops don't seem to like me very much. Don't know why. Although, it might be about the whole "masked vigilante wanted for several counts of assault, breaking and entering, and trespassing on private property." That might be it. Or they might think my suit's too fruity. Of course, I'd hope that New York's finest would have grown beyond such homophobia by now.
Not that I'm gay.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Yes, I know it's a rather cliched Seinfeld refrence. I feel dirty.
Oh look, an explosion. Fun. Better go save lives and stuff.
Ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap. I am so ****ing dead. It takes me about five minutes to swing across town to the meeting spot. When I get there.....
They're gone? They couldn't have left without me. They.....
The librairy. Right. Must be in there.
I get changed and run inside. Have to find them. They must.....
I colide head on into a girl carrying a stack of books. Damnit.
"Oh, god. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
"Let me help you with that."
I pick up the books, stack them, very neatly, and hand them back to her.
"Thanks."
"Well. Bye."
I start to walk away, and she calls after me.
"Hey, what's your name."
"Peter. Parker. Peter Parker."
"What school. I don't think I've seen you around before."
"Oh. I'm from New York. School trip."
Suddenly, one of the kids in my class spots me and calls after me.
"I better get going."
I run after my class. I hear her call after me.
"My name's Barbara!"
Now.......
Yeah. This is very very heavy.
I'm standing on the side of a building in down town Manhatten, holding a very very large chunk of rock off the ground with a web line. There's a woman caught under the rubble, and an EMT is getting her free.
"You know, this would be a VERY good time time get her out of there!"
The EMT gets the woman free, and the line gives about a second later.
"Is it bad that I can't feel my arms? I think that's bad."
Better get out of here. The cops don't seem to like me very much. Don't know why. Although, it might be about the whole "masked vigilante wanted for several counts of assault, breaking and entering, and trespassing on private property." That might be it. Or they might think my suit's too fruity. Of course, I'd hope that New York's finest would have grown beyond such homophobia by now.
Not that I'm gay.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
Yes, I know it's a rather cliched Seinfeld refrence. I feel dirty.
Oh look, an explosion. Fun. Better go save lives and stuff.
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The breeze is slight but cool, a relief on the unusually warm Gotham night. Standing on a room, my cape wrapped around me as a shroud of protective darkness, I look down as the police take the thieves we caught into custody.
"Been a slow night," Robin says to me.
"Indeed," I reply, stiffly. I turn away from the ledge and start making my way to the other side. Robin follows behind me.
"Hey, you need to losen up a bit."
I don't know how he always does it, but the kid makes me smile, even when I don't want to. "Perhaps you're right. Tomorrow, you should do patrol in that original design for your costume."
Robin stops for a moment, probably thinking about the pixie boots. "Yeah, just forget I said anything."
At the opposite edge of the roof I pull out my batarang. Robin does the same. I can't help but think back the few months to Oliver Queen's party where Dick's parents were killed by the Hulk's rampage and my decision to take him in. Alfred didn't think it was a good idea to take him under my wing and, honestly, I wasn't sure about it either. I must have been insane to put a thirteen year old boy in that kind of danger.
But now, I feel it was the best decision I had made since donning the cape and cowl. We work so well together, as if we can read one another's thoughts. His skills have progressed remarkably well, and not for the first time I think that if something happens to me in the future, this city will still have a protector.
We throw our batarangs and swing to the next building. In a few short minutes we're at the car. And as we get in I think there has to be a better way to get around this city.
...
After a good morning's sleep, Dick and I have enjoyed a nice lunch. I usually don't have time to sit at meals, but I guess you could call this a 'lazy sunday.' Bruce Wayne is not needed, and the Batman had a surprisingly calm Gotham night. Dick and I only had to stop two break-ins and a mugging. And reading the paper, it looks like we only missed a drug deal on the other side of town. A deal we couldn't have gotten to in time but that the police stopped anyway.
All in all, it was a relatively good night. A rarity in this city.
I finish off the juice in my glass and standup. "Alfred, you outdid yourself."
He looks at me with surprise. It's not often I compliment his hard work. But ever since Dick started working with me after the Octavius incident a couple of weeks back, my mood has improved...slightly. Thinking back on that, my face scowls momentarily. It was the first time Dick and I had worked together, and we had no skills in doing so. Instead, we had to rely on Spider-Man and the Flash to help us. And if they hadn't people would have died. I checked up on the man Octavius had ripped in half and Flash had taken to a Stark Industries Experimental Hospital. Stark's doctors had saved the man's life and put repaired his body. Last reports said he would start relearning to walk in another a few weeks.
But the fact is, it should have never happened.
I pull myself back into the moment and walk up to Dick who is hard at work studying some case files to brush up on his detective skills. As I step up behind him, I realize he's playing a video game.
"Before you say anything," Dick says, "I've finished the memory exercises and am halfway through the case files. I'm just taking a little break."
I hide a smile as I look at the last file Dick was studying. I pick it up. Oh yes, I remember this one. It was one of my first cases as the Dark Knight, as the papers have decided to call me. In fact, I had only started wearing the costume instead of the dark clothes I had been wearing. The case had gone cold two years before I arrived back in Gotham, but I had solved it in just two weeks.
"The wife's boyfriend did it," Dick says without looking up from his game.
Surprise crosses my face. "How...how can you be sure?" He hadn't even gotten halfway through the file, or seen key evidence I used.
"Couple of things. Money is a classic motive. With the husband dead, she gets everything, and they split it."
"Motive is not evidence."
"His alibi sucked too. Said he was at the movies, but the street that theater was on was closed. That night they were starting to get the floats ready for the Founders Day parade. All the businesses on the street were closed."
I hadn't thought of that. "Still not conclusive. How do you know he did it without the DNA evidence of the boyfriend's hair." A short strand of hair, probably from the boyfriends arm, had gotten caught in a rivet on the knife's handle. The police had assumed it was from a defensive wound and had not checked it since the color matched the victim's. But that was how I proved the boyfriend must have used the knife.
"Hadn't read about any DNA. Just looked at the photo in the paper of the wife." I looked at it. "The bottom of her car is caked with a black powder. Her husband was found in a factory where they make steel products. The powder looks just like the material they make molds out of. Either the boyfriend used her car, or she drove him there."
Dick was right. The boyfriend had confessed to her driving the car. That's how the police finally got them both. I look at Alfred, and he looks at me, mimicking the surprise on my face. He looks up at me. "How'd I do?"
"Not bad. Not bad at all."
"Been a slow night," Robin says to me.
"Indeed," I reply, stiffly. I turn away from the ledge and start making my way to the other side. Robin follows behind me.
"Hey, you need to losen up a bit."
I don't know how he always does it, but the kid makes me smile, even when I don't want to. "Perhaps you're right. Tomorrow, you should do patrol in that original design for your costume."
Robin stops for a moment, probably thinking about the pixie boots. "Yeah, just forget I said anything."
At the opposite edge of the roof I pull out my batarang. Robin does the same. I can't help but think back the few months to Oliver Queen's party where Dick's parents were killed by the Hulk's rampage and my decision to take him in. Alfred didn't think it was a good idea to take him under my wing and, honestly, I wasn't sure about it either. I must have been insane to put a thirteen year old boy in that kind of danger.
But now, I feel it was the best decision I had made since donning the cape and cowl. We work so well together, as if we can read one another's thoughts. His skills have progressed remarkably well, and not for the first time I think that if something happens to me in the future, this city will still have a protector.
We throw our batarangs and swing to the next building. In a few short minutes we're at the car. And as we get in I think there has to be a better way to get around this city.
...
After a good morning's sleep, Dick and I have enjoyed a nice lunch. I usually don't have time to sit at meals, but I guess you could call this a 'lazy sunday.' Bruce Wayne is not needed, and the Batman had a surprisingly calm Gotham night. Dick and I only had to stop two break-ins and a mugging. And reading the paper, it looks like we only missed a drug deal on the other side of town. A deal we couldn't have gotten to in time but that the police stopped anyway.
All in all, it was a relatively good night. A rarity in this city.
I finish off the juice in my glass and standup. "Alfred, you outdid yourself."
He looks at me with surprise. It's not often I compliment his hard work. But ever since Dick started working with me after the Octavius incident a couple of weeks back, my mood has improved...slightly. Thinking back on that, my face scowls momentarily. It was the first time Dick and I had worked together, and we had no skills in doing so. Instead, we had to rely on Spider-Man and the Flash to help us. And if they hadn't people would have died. I checked up on the man Octavius had ripped in half and Flash had taken to a Stark Industries Experimental Hospital. Stark's doctors had saved the man's life and put repaired his body. Last reports said he would start relearning to walk in another a few weeks.
But the fact is, it should have never happened.
I pull myself back into the moment and walk up to Dick who is hard at work studying some case files to brush up on his detective skills. As I step up behind him, I realize he's playing a video game.
"Before you say anything," Dick says, "I've finished the memory exercises and am halfway through the case files. I'm just taking a little break."
I hide a smile as I look at the last file Dick was studying. I pick it up. Oh yes, I remember this one. It was one of my first cases as the Dark Knight, as the papers have decided to call me. In fact, I had only started wearing the costume instead of the dark clothes I had been wearing. The case had gone cold two years before I arrived back in Gotham, but I had solved it in just two weeks.
"The wife's boyfriend did it," Dick says without looking up from his game.
Surprise crosses my face. "How...how can you be sure?" He hadn't even gotten halfway through the file, or seen key evidence I used.
"Couple of things. Money is a classic motive. With the husband dead, she gets everything, and they split it."
"Motive is not evidence."
"His alibi sucked too. Said he was at the movies, but the street that theater was on was closed. That night they were starting to get the floats ready for the Founders Day parade. All the businesses on the street were closed."
I hadn't thought of that. "Still not conclusive. How do you know he did it without the DNA evidence of the boyfriend's hair." A short strand of hair, probably from the boyfriends arm, had gotten caught in a rivet on the knife's handle. The police had assumed it was from a defensive wound and had not checked it since the color matched the victim's. But that was how I proved the boyfriend must have used the knife.
"Hadn't read about any DNA. Just looked at the photo in the paper of the wife." I looked at it. "The bottom of her car is caked with a black powder. Her husband was found in a factory where they make steel products. The powder looks just like the material they make molds out of. Either the boyfriend used her car, or she drove him there."
Dick was right. The boyfriend had confessed to her driving the car. That's how the police finally got them both. I look at Alfred, and he looks at me, mimicking the surprise on my face. He looks up at me. "How'd I do?"
"Not bad. Not bad at all."
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Star City, California
He's moving pretty fast for a fat man, must be the meth. Methanphetamine has infested my city like a bad virus, and I got just the perscription. I look down from my perch on the building ledge and pull an arrow out of my quiver, I've got only one chance. I pull back on the bow string and aim.
The arrow goes flying through the air, striking the fat man on his collar and pinning him to a nearby wall. I jump off the building and land right next to him as he struggles.
"How ya doin big boy? Looks like someone went to visit the candyman tonight, spill the beans tubby, Who's your pusher?"
He just shakes his head feverently, thrashing out at me.
"No man! I ain't telling."
"Aww, that's a shame. Looks like Uncle Ollie is gonna have to make piggie wiggie squeel."
I pull a syringe out of one of my pouches and shoot him up with sodium pentothal. His thrashing subsides as the drug runs through his veins.
"So tell me fatty fatty boom ba latty, feel like hollering souie yet?"
His head slumps, He's under my control now.
"So tell me, Where did you get the hook up from?"
"From....From Doctor Hook, He's got a operation down on the docks."
Dr. Hook, been hearing his name on the mouths of many people. He was know as Ken Hookman at one time, a well to do doctor with his own practice in Star, but then he was caught taking money from druggies for needles and perscriptions. He got his liscene revoked and got into a more profitable business, the drug business. It's about time I put a stop to him.
"Let me go man!"
I take my right hand and cold cock him. I dislodge my arrow and he falls to the ground.
"There, your free."
I run into the night heading west toward the Star City waterfront.
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There's two guards at the front of the warehouse, there big and they both have an AK-47 clenched in there meaty hands.
I pick out a speical arrow out of my quiver and fire it in the center of the two guards, purple smoke bellows out, sending the two watch dogs into dreamland.
I sneak through the front door and make my way past half awake jukies and ****es to the heart of the factory. Dr. Hook himself is sitting on a chair surronded by the finest crack hoes this city has to offer.
"Oh baby, I'll do so many things to you. All I need is a little hit."
"Here you go!"
I pull back on the bow and send another speical arrow flying towards the crack ****e. This one is a regular arrow but with a boxing glove on the end.
It hits her in the face and she slumps to the ground.
"Who the f**k is that? Somebody shoot that f**ker!"
Guns explode with noise as bullets fly all around me. I run as fast as I can, dodging bullets and shrapnel. I run past a barrel when Hook hollers out.
"NO! Don't hit that bar-"
That's all he can get out as bullets penitrate the container containing raw meth, highly flammable, the explosion rocks the warehouse as I fly through the air and crash through a window.
I turn to see the warehouse going up in smoke and flames.
"Well, It ain't exactly what I planned but, results are results."
I pick myself off the ground and head off into the night, sirens ringing in the distance.
He's moving pretty fast for a fat man, must be the meth. Methanphetamine has infested my city like a bad virus, and I got just the perscription. I look down from my perch on the building ledge and pull an arrow out of my quiver, I've got only one chance. I pull back on the bow string and aim.
The arrow goes flying through the air, striking the fat man on his collar and pinning him to a nearby wall. I jump off the building and land right next to him as he struggles.
"How ya doin big boy? Looks like someone went to visit the candyman tonight, spill the beans tubby, Who's your pusher?"
He just shakes his head feverently, thrashing out at me.
"No man! I ain't telling."
"Aww, that's a shame. Looks like Uncle Ollie is gonna have to make piggie wiggie squeel."
I pull a syringe out of one of my pouches and shoot him up with sodium pentothal. His thrashing subsides as the drug runs through his veins.
"So tell me fatty fatty boom ba latty, feel like hollering souie yet?"
His head slumps, He's under my control now.
"So tell me, Where did you get the hook up from?"
"From....From Doctor Hook, He's got a operation down on the docks."
Dr. Hook, been hearing his name on the mouths of many people. He was know as Ken Hookman at one time, a well to do doctor with his own practice in Star, but then he was caught taking money from druggies for needles and perscriptions. He got his liscene revoked and got into a more profitable business, the drug business. It's about time I put a stop to him.
"Let me go man!"
I take my right hand and cold cock him. I dislodge my arrow and he falls to the ground.
"There, your free."
I run into the night heading west toward the Star City waterfront.
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There's two guards at the front of the warehouse, there big and they both have an AK-47 clenched in there meaty hands.
I pick out a speical arrow out of my quiver and fire it in the center of the two guards, purple smoke bellows out, sending the two watch dogs into dreamland.
I sneak through the front door and make my way past half awake jukies and ****es to the heart of the factory. Dr. Hook himself is sitting on a chair surronded by the finest crack hoes this city has to offer.
"Oh baby, I'll do so many things to you. All I need is a little hit."
"Here you go!"
I pull back on the bow and send another speical arrow flying towards the crack ****e. This one is a regular arrow but with a boxing glove on the end.
It hits her in the face and she slumps to the ground.
"Who the f**k is that? Somebody shoot that f**ker!"
Guns explode with noise as bullets fly all around me. I run as fast as I can, dodging bullets and shrapnel. I run past a barrel when Hook hollers out.
"NO! Don't hit that bar-"
That's all he can get out as bullets penitrate the container containing raw meth, highly flammable, the explosion rocks the warehouse as I fly through the air and crash through a window.
I turn to see the warehouse going up in smoke and flames.
"Well, It ain't exactly what I planned but, results are results."
I pick myself off the ground and head off into the night, sirens ringing in the distance.
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A couple of hours, and some hard training, later I finish my shower and head downstairs.
Dick's finished his studies for the day and just started some training. Looks like he's focusing on endurance the way he's running around the grounds outside. I let him keep training for a few minutes more while I go pour myself another glass of orange juice.
I pick up the paper and look back on the headline.
"BRUCE WAYNE DONATES $1 MILLION TO CHICAGO"
The text underneath reads, "Gotham billionare planning to donate more after Sears Tower attack."
I shake my head at the senseless destruction and wonder, not for the first time, where Superman was. How could he let another Kryptonian do such a thing. Although I have no evidence to the contrary, my gut tells me that Superman is not the criminal this Zod claims he is, but he still did nothing to help. Instead, a small group of heroes appeared comprised of the Flash, Iron Man, and a very attractive woman called the Black Canary.
It isn't until Dick bursts into the kitchen that I realize I had been staring at the picture of the Canary. Dick nearly pushes me out of the way as he grabs the carton of juice and finishes it off.
"Master Dick! What have I said about drinking from the carton?"
"Aw, c'mon Alfred. It was almost gone anyway."
"That is no excuse for being uncivilized."
Dick tosses the carton and it drops right into the center of the garbage bin. "What do you say, Bruce?"
"I think...that it's time for you to go."
"Go?" Dick looks confused for a moment. Then worried. "Wait, you want me to...leave?"
"Yes."
"But...why?"
"I think it's time."
Dick looks heartbroken. "Wh-When would you want me to go?"
"Tomorrow would be best. Although you could wait until the weekend if necessary."
Dick looks down at the ground, his face crestfallen. "Geez, where would I go?"
"Here," I say handing him an airplane ticket.
"Japan? You want me to leave and go to Japan?"
"Yes."
Dick just drops his head and mopes out of the kitchen. A few seconds later he comes rushing back in. "Hey, this is round-trip!"
I just look at Alfred with a blank face, and he looks away, too proper to smile. "Of course. It's open, so you can come back anytime you finish."
"Finish?"
"Your training under Sensi Yoshimo." I walk up to Dick and put my hand on his shoulder, his face brightening up. "Let me warn you, the man is a taskmaster. He'll make you do crazy things, take on impossible tasks, put your life in danger. Basically, he's going to kick your ass. And your going to be a better fighter than you ever were."
Dick's smile threatens to engulf his face. "Good enough to last more then two seconds against you?"
"Maybe as much as four. In your room Alfred has put an envelope. In it you'll find some cash, dollars and yen, a debit card, please do not go crazy with any purchases although I doubt Sensi will let you, and directions. He's expecting you to be there by next Sunday, so if you want to see any of the country before Sensi starts beating you to a pulp, you'll want to leave soon."
"Oh man, I better get packing!" Dick runs out of the room and up the stairs as if he hadn't already run a few miles outside.
"That was very cruel, Master Bruce."
"What was?" I ask innocently.
"Do you think Master Dick is old enough to train with Sensi Yoshimo? I remember him turning you into a large black and blue sore more than once. And you were not much older than he was."
"You think Sensi Yoshimo is bad? Wait until I have him start training with Stick."
Alfred shakes his head and turns back to his dusting. I open the paper again and read about the drug deal the police had stopped. It's the first time I notice that two officers had been shot during the raid. Both are expected to survive, but it shouldn't have happened. It's my fault! I crush the paper in my fist. If only we had known. If only we could have gotten there faster.
I have a thought. "Alfred, are all our dummy corporations still operating?"
"Of course, Master Bruce."
"We may need to add a few more. I've got a project in mind..."
Dick's finished his studies for the day and just started some training. Looks like he's focusing on endurance the way he's running around the grounds outside. I let him keep training for a few minutes more while I go pour myself another glass of orange juice.
I pick up the paper and look back on the headline.
"BRUCE WAYNE DONATES $1 MILLION TO CHICAGO"
The text underneath reads, "Gotham billionare planning to donate more after Sears Tower attack."
I shake my head at the senseless destruction and wonder, not for the first time, where Superman was. How could he let another Kryptonian do such a thing. Although I have no evidence to the contrary, my gut tells me that Superman is not the criminal this Zod claims he is, but he still did nothing to help. Instead, a small group of heroes appeared comprised of the Flash, Iron Man, and a very attractive woman called the Black Canary.
It isn't until Dick bursts into the kitchen that I realize I had been staring at the picture of the Canary. Dick nearly pushes me out of the way as he grabs the carton of juice and finishes it off.
"Master Dick! What have I said about drinking from the carton?"
"Aw, c'mon Alfred. It was almost gone anyway."
"That is no excuse for being uncivilized."
Dick tosses the carton and it drops right into the center of the garbage bin. "What do you say, Bruce?"
"I think...that it's time for you to go."
"Go?" Dick looks confused for a moment. Then worried. "Wait, you want me to...leave?"
"Yes."
"But...why?"
"I think it's time."
Dick looks heartbroken. "Wh-When would you want me to go?"
"Tomorrow would be best. Although you could wait until the weekend if necessary."
Dick looks down at the ground, his face crestfallen. "Geez, where would I go?"
"Here," I say handing him an airplane ticket.
"Japan? You want me to leave and go to Japan?"
"Yes."
Dick just drops his head and mopes out of the kitchen. A few seconds later he comes rushing back in. "Hey, this is round-trip!"
I just look at Alfred with a blank face, and he looks away, too proper to smile. "Of course. It's open, so you can come back anytime you finish."
"Finish?"
"Your training under Sensi Yoshimo." I walk up to Dick and put my hand on his shoulder, his face brightening up. "Let me warn you, the man is a taskmaster. He'll make you do crazy things, take on impossible tasks, put your life in danger. Basically, he's going to kick your ass. And your going to be a better fighter than you ever were."
Dick's smile threatens to engulf his face. "Good enough to last more then two seconds against you?"
"Maybe as much as four. In your room Alfred has put an envelope. In it you'll find some cash, dollars and yen, a debit card, please do not go crazy with any purchases although I doubt Sensi will let you, and directions. He's expecting you to be there by next Sunday, so if you want to see any of the country before Sensi starts beating you to a pulp, you'll want to leave soon."
"Oh man, I better get packing!" Dick runs out of the room and up the stairs as if he hadn't already run a few miles outside.
"That was very cruel, Master Bruce."
"What was?" I ask innocently.
"Do you think Master Dick is old enough to train with Sensi Yoshimo? I remember him turning you into a large black and blue sore more than once. And you were not much older than he was."
"You think Sensi Yoshimo is bad? Wait until I have him start training with Stick."
Alfred shakes his head and turns back to his dusting. I open the paper again and read about the drug deal the police had stopped. It's the first time I notice that two officers had been shot during the raid. Both are expected to survive, but it shouldn't have happened. It's my fault! I crush the paper in my fist. If only we had known. If only we could have gotten there faster.
I have a thought. "Alfred, are all our dummy corporations still operating?"
"Of course, Master Bruce."
"We may need to add a few more. I've got a project in mind..."
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I watch out of the corner of my eye as Jay and Tony work together. Warm feelings creeping around my heart. It makes me happy to see the two of them working together, like family. I smile to myself as much as to the little girl who's cut I'm cleaning. Maybe I should get an EMT certificate, then I could do more when it comes to things like this. MArtial arts and the power to shatter steel with a scream doesn't come much in handy for relief efforts and my CPR/First Aid card only allows me to help so much.
The sound of crashing concrete causes me to jolt my head up, where Jay and Tony had been standing there was only rubble.
I drop the band-aid in my hand and race towards it.
"T- Iron Man! Flash!" My heart squeezes and then releases with relief as they appear next to the team. I turn to look at Jay and smile.
I knew he'd pull...I gasp as he crumples to the ground.
"J-Flash! Oh my God. Flash!" I race to his side and check his pulse, liks I could really tell if he was okay from that.
Oh God, Joan is going to be crushed...
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My eyes open and close tightly from the light. The darkness was so much nicer, but I didn't want to stay there anymore. I squint my eyes open again and they finally focus. I realize that the room actually isn't very bright, the curtains blocking most of the sun from of the room. I start wiping the sleep from my eyes when I realize, It's not my room.. I don't know where I am.
"Jay?"
It may not be my room, but I know that voice. "Joan," I say much more roughly then I expected.
She kisses me on the cheek and wipes a couple of tears from her eyes. "It's good to have you back. You had us all worried."
I cough a couple of times to clear my throat. "Wa-water." She holds a cup to my lips and I drink the cool liquid in gratefully. "Better." I look around the room, still too tired to sit up. "Where...?"
"We're in Tony's mansion in New York. After you passed out in Chicago, Tony and Dinah brought you here."
"Chicago!" I say, sitting up. "What happened? How many...?!?" She doesn't want to tell me. "How many Joan?" I ask softly.
"Nine hundred twelve." I shut my eyes at the number. Too many. Too damn many. "You saved over a thousand Jay. You, Tony, Dinah, and all of the emergency workers."
I take some consolation in the fact that we did some good. I nod in agreement. "I know, I know. But it's still..." I look around the room and notice the IV in my arm. "How long was I out?"
Joan caresses my cheek. "It's been weeks, Jay."
I can only look at her stunned. Weeks?!? Weeks of my life gone. I think about the people I saved. We saved. "It was worth it. So, what happened to me?"
"The doctors think you wore yourself out. It was just exhaustion, but on a speedsters level. You burned out. Almost too far. Once they stabilized you, I had you discharged. I didn't want you to wake up in a hospital. Tony offered to put us up here until you were ready to go back home."
"Exhaustion? Guess it's been awhile since I pushed myself that far."
"Sounds like you let yourself get soft in your old age."
I look up to see Ted standing in the doorway. "Who you calling old, Gramps?"
"Hey!" Ted says, pointing a finger at me. "Unless Dinah's told you something before telling me, again, don't call me gramps. Unless...did she tell you something," he says with a slightly nervous look in his eyes.
I laugh. "No Ted, she didn't. I just woke up. And speaking of waking up, I'm hungry."
"How hungry?"
"Speedster hungry," I say, smiling.
"Jay?"
It may not be my room, but I know that voice. "Joan," I say much more roughly then I expected.
She kisses me on the cheek and wipes a couple of tears from her eyes. "It's good to have you back. You had us all worried."
I cough a couple of times to clear my throat. "Wa-water." She holds a cup to my lips and I drink the cool liquid in gratefully. "Better." I look around the room, still too tired to sit up. "Where...?"
"We're in Tony's mansion in New York. After you passed out in Chicago, Tony and Dinah brought you here."
"Chicago!" I say, sitting up. "What happened? How many...?!?" She doesn't want to tell me. "How many Joan?" I ask softly.
"Nine hundred twelve." I shut my eyes at the number. Too many. Too damn many. "You saved over a thousand Jay. You, Tony, Dinah, and all of the emergency workers."
I take some consolation in the fact that we did some good. I nod in agreement. "I know, I know. But it's still..." I look around the room and notice the IV in my arm. "How long was I out?"
Joan caresses my cheek. "It's been weeks, Jay."
I can only look at her stunned. Weeks?!? Weeks of my life gone. I think about the people I saved. We saved. "It was worth it. So, what happened to me?"
"The doctors think you wore yourself out. It was just exhaustion, but on a speedsters level. You burned out. Almost too far. Once they stabilized you, I had you discharged. I didn't want you to wake up in a hospital. Tony offered to put us up here until you were ready to go back home."
"Exhaustion? Guess it's been awhile since I pushed myself that far."
"Sounds like you let yourself get soft in your old age."
I look up to see Ted standing in the doorway. "Who you calling old, Gramps?"
"Hey!" Ted says, pointing a finger at me. "Unless Dinah's told you something before telling me, again, don't call me gramps. Unless...did she tell you something," he says with a slightly nervous look in his eyes.
I laugh. "No Ted, she didn't. I just woke up. And speaking of waking up, I'm hungry."
"How hungry?"
"Speedster hungry," I say, smiling.
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Star City, California
It's been a slow night I've only had to stop two would be muggers, three would be rapist and one arsonist. Hell all the nights have been slow since I shut down Dr. Hook's operation, but he'll be back. They always come back.
I'm squatting on the roof of and office building surverying the scenes, my thoughts clouded by the thoughts of one person.
Dinah Lance, The Black Canary.
It's been weeks since I last seen her in the arms of that doucebag Tony Stark, He doesn't deserve her, Then who does?
Me?
Maybe?
I don't know, I've got to think.
I take the rest off the night off and head back to my penthouse. I look at my little black book, phone numbers from famous and beautiful women from across, any of which I could easily have, but I don't want.
I want something I can't have, the only woman in the world who won't be mine.
I'm going to New York.
No, Your staying here.
Says who?
Me.
And who are you?
Your rational side.
Since when do I listen to you?
Star City Metro-Airport.
"Come in Ground Control, this is Queen I en route to New York City, requesting permission to take off."
"Roger Queen I, you are ready for take off."
I pull down on the throttle and lift the flaps as I rise into the early California morning, Eastward bound.
It's been a slow night I've only had to stop two would be muggers, three would be rapist and one arsonist. Hell all the nights have been slow since I shut down Dr. Hook's operation, but he'll be back. They always come back.
I'm squatting on the roof of and office building surverying the scenes, my thoughts clouded by the thoughts of one person.
Dinah Lance, The Black Canary.
It's been weeks since I last seen her in the arms of that doucebag Tony Stark, He doesn't deserve her, Then who does?
Me?
Maybe?
I don't know, I've got to think.
I take the rest off the night off and head back to my penthouse. I look at my little black book, phone numbers from famous and beautiful women from across, any of which I could easily have, but I don't want.
I want something I can't have, the only woman in the world who won't be mine.
I'm going to New York.
No, Your staying here.
Says who?
Me.
And who are you?
Your rational side.
Since when do I listen to you?
Star City Metro-Airport.
"Come in Ground Control, this is Queen I en route to New York City, requesting permission to take off."
"Roger Queen I, you are ready for take off."
I pull down on the throttle and lift the flaps as I rise into the early California morning, Eastward bound.
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