[hr][center][img]https://mir-s3-cdn-cf.behance.net/project_modules/1400/f5680f53522101.59377852a7113.png[/img][/center][hr][sub][color=FDAD07][b]New York City, New York[/b]
[b]Issue #2[color=white] [b]—[/b][/color][/b] Unseen Enemies[/color][/sub]

[indent]Bekka's eyes narrowed at the mere mention of Darkseid's name.

[color=FDAD07][b]“The only life under Darkseid is a graveyard of plasma and ash.”[/b][/color] She retorted in a stern rejection of the idea that she would let another people, weak as they may have been, in soulless servitude to a inter-dimensional tyrant who sat on a throne made of bones. [color=FDAD07][b]“The protector of New York is correct. I will not let the people of this planet suffer at apokoliptian hands.”[/b][/color]

Bekka twirled her sword in her fingers. Unlike the fight with Giganta, Bekka was not confident in this fight. This Silver Surfer was a man entrusted to a very specific mission by her mortal enemy, a tyrant who decimated worlds no matter what dimension they called home. If she would surrender these people to him like she had convinced herself she had done with her brothers and sisters, what kind of person did it make of her? She had told herself she was sick and tired of doing nothing when she stopped the 747 from crashing down into Gateway City and this was not a situation that would change that resolve, even if she knew the odds were far greater. She always knew Darkseid would come for her. She just didn't know [i]when.[/i]

Before the apokoliptian could respond she charged into him, elbow-first.

[color=FDAD07][b]“You can tell Darkseid one thing when you crawl back to him! He should have [i]killed[/i] me when he had the chance!”[/b][/color]



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