Wow, thanks KL! They all look so badass.
On a side note, I'm back in ten days, so Hellfire will be back in the game soon enough.
On a side note, I'm back in ten days, so Hellfire will be back in the game soon enough.
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Hello? Anyone home?
And then Gabe comes back from the island:
"What about me? I'm a senior... Guys? Guys?"
"What about me? I'm a senior... Guys? Guys?"
I'm still here, just in another country, with no computer in sight...
Going on the trip now, wish me luck! Depending on whether or not I have Internet, I'll be able to stay semi-active in the OOC. But until then, bye guys. Stay classy.
Alrighty, posted. Gabe is officially out of the picture, for a month, anyway. I wrote it in first person, because I wanted to try something new. I hope it's good.
[For reference, μSv means microSieverts, the measurement used to measure radiation. I have no idea where I got Bq from.]
[For reference, μSv means microSieverts, the measurement used to measure radiation. I have no idea where I got Bq from.]
Reagan High School seemed like a nice school. It was probably full of nice students, attending nice classes, being taught by nice teachers. I often found myself wondering what it would be like to be a part of something like that. Living alone on the streets of Gotham, I never really got the chance. It wasn't until Bruce Wayne took me in that I learned to read and write. But these kids had gotten the chance to learn early, to learn easily. They didn't have to kill four muggers in a fit of newfound power to get a shot at education. And now, here they were, lying on the ground, either dead, dying or unconscious. I hoped, for their sakes and their family's, that it was the latter.
The team and I sped through the school, searching for the guy with the Red Lantern ring. What kind of sicko would use it to slaughter a school?
"What's that you said about my hair that one day in the library, Shawn? I bet my hair's the LAST thing on your mind now!"
That kind of sicko. Yikes.
He turned to face us, eyes blazing with rage, mouth spewing out gaseous blood, and I gave him, and my team, no time to react. My first mistake. Black flame coated my tightly clenched fist, and I lunged at him, striking him hard across the cheek. This sent him reeling backwards, almost tripping over the body of the guy called Shawn. Not wanting to give him time to recover, I went in for another hit. My second mistake. I was too slow, and the teen spewed out red energy, burning away part of my suit. It should have been impossible. My suit could withstand extreme heat, almost as hot as the Sun... Just what was that red energy made of?
The Red Lantern punched me with surprising force, sending me flying over my teammates' heads. I landed about ten feet away as Ditto and the others began engaging with the psychopath. I began thinking about what Magnus would be doing in a situation like this. He certainly wouldn't be on the ground, out of the battle only seconds after it had begun. No, I had no doubt that my brother would have managed to weaken, if not subdue the blond teenager. But he wasn't there. And as the screen on my wrist began beeping profusely, I realised that I was no longer of use to the Young Justice program. I was a danger to it.
My radiation levels had suddenly spiked, out of nowhere. What had first been 0 μSv had risen to the lethal 2,000,000 μSv... If I stayed there any longer, everyone in the area would surely die from radiation poisoning. I had to get out of there.
With no time to explain, I rose into the air, faster than I'd ever risen before, narrowly missing Supergirl as she flew to save a football player from the blood-like lava.
Conflicting emotions battled to gain the upper hand. Anger, sadness, fear... resignation. Anger at the unfairness of it all. I had finally gotten what I wanted, who I wanted, only for them to be taken away by my powers. Sadness, because I knew that this sudden rise in radiation meant that I would have to distance myself from my friends, from civilisation. Fear, from not knowing what this would mean. And finally, resignation. The knowledge that removing myself from society was for the best helped me accept my predicament. By doing what I was about to do, I could save my friends. I could prevent the nightmare from ever happening. Jin wouldn't be scarred by my powers.
And so, as I flew away from the school, I decided on my destination. Only one other man had gone there before, the man whose city we now protect. I was headed to Lian Yu. Purgatory. The island of Oliver Queen.
The team and I sped through the school, searching for the guy with the Red Lantern ring. What kind of sicko would use it to slaughter a school?
"What's that you said about my hair that one day in the library, Shawn? I bet my hair's the LAST thing on your mind now!"
That kind of sicko. Yikes.
He turned to face us, eyes blazing with rage, mouth spewing out gaseous blood, and I gave him, and my team, no time to react. My first mistake. Black flame coated my tightly clenched fist, and I lunged at him, striking him hard across the cheek. This sent him reeling backwards, almost tripping over the body of the guy called Shawn. Not wanting to give him time to recover, I went in for another hit. My second mistake. I was too slow, and the teen spewed out red energy, burning away part of my suit. It should have been impossible. My suit could withstand extreme heat, almost as hot as the Sun... Just what was that red energy made of?
The Red Lantern punched me with surprising force, sending me flying over my teammates' heads. I landed about ten feet away as Ditto and the others began engaging with the psychopath. I began thinking about what Magnus would be doing in a situation like this. He certainly wouldn't be on the ground, out of the battle only seconds after it had begun. No, I had no doubt that my brother would have managed to weaken, if not subdue the blond teenager. But he wasn't there. And as the screen on my wrist began beeping profusely, I realised that I was no longer of use to the Young Justice program. I was a danger to it.
My radiation levels had suddenly spiked, out of nowhere. What had first been 0 μSv had risen to the lethal 2,000,000 μSv... If I stayed there any longer, everyone in the area would surely die from radiation poisoning. I had to get out of there.
With no time to explain, I rose into the air, faster than I'd ever risen before, narrowly missing Supergirl as she flew to save a football player from the blood-like lava.
Conflicting emotions battled to gain the upper hand. Anger, sadness, fear... resignation. Anger at the unfairness of it all. I had finally gotten what I wanted, who I wanted, only for them to be taken away by my powers. Sadness, because I knew that this sudden rise in radiation meant that I would have to distance myself from my friends, from civilisation. Fear, from not knowing what this would mean. And finally, resignation. The knowledge that removing myself from society was for the best helped me accept my predicament. By doing what I was about to do, I could save my friends. I could prevent the nightmare from ever happening. Jin wouldn't be scarred by my powers.
And so, as I flew away from the school, I decided on my destination. Only one other man had gone there before, the man whose city we now protect. I was headed to Lian Yu. Purgatory. The island of Oliver Queen.
@The Kid Lantern, would it be alright to say that Mr. Like My Hair or Die is on the school's football field?
EDIT: Nevermind, I'll leave the location ambiguous.
EDIT: Nevermind, I'll leave the location ambiguous.
Yep, it's settled. As a matter of fact, I just posted. Thanks for the idea, @BlackSam3091.
The last scene was inspired by both the Flash mid-season finale and this awesome drawing:
And cheers, Vandy. I will.
The last scene was inspired by both the Flash mid-season finale and this awesome drawing:
And cheers, Vandy. I will.
Barry had only ever been to Metropolis once before, on a field trip in eighth grade. He remembered staring in awe at the massive, endless skyscrapers that seemed to push through the clouds, marvelling at the incomprehensible amounts of people that hurried past on the sidewalks. Everything was polished, everything was clean; something that distinguished the city from Central and Keystone-- and something that reminded Barry just how much the robots have destroyed. The City of Tomorrow was in ruins. Fires raged in nearly every building, rubble and debris spread out across the roads. The occasional form of an unconscious person was visible amongst the destruction. Barry didn't let himself think of the possibility that they could be dead.
He did what he could, carrying any comatose civilian he found to the hospital, clearing as much debris as possible, getting any distraught person out of harm's way. The robots, weird, humanoid mammoths of metal, had slowly started to target the scarlet speedster, and soon Barry found himself fighting harder than he ever had. Where was Superman when you needed him?
The Flash dodged and weaved past beams of energy fired from the robots' cannons, the sizzling projectiles moving in slow motion. He landed blow after high-speed blow on his attackers, an occasional dent appearing on the machines' exoskeletons. No more damage could be dealt to them. If only he could phase through solid objects, somehow realign his molecules to the point that he could pass his arm through the robot's chest, he might be able to mess with the mech's circuitry-- assuming it that had circuitry. But, alas, Barry could do no such thing.
A mechanical fist crunched into his jaw, sending him flying through a nearby building's window. Shards of glass cut through his skin, blood trickling from the gashes. His jaw hurt like hell. Barry tried opening his mouth, and immediately grunted in pain. The robot had broken his jaw. The golems, five in total, hovered into the building, landing in front of Barry, aiming their arm cannons at him. He saw the beginnings of energy forming inside the weapons, building up power. He had to move. He had to get up. Come on, Barry, run!
But he couldn't move. He couldn't get up. He couldn't run. The slightest movement sent searing pain shooting through his body. All he could do was stare into the ever-growing red of the robot's cannons, awaiting the inevitable. It shouldn't end like this. It wasn't fair. He didn't even get to find his mother's killer.
The cannons fired. Red filled Barry's vision. Then, a yellow blur. Crackling red lightning. And all of a sudden, Barry wasn't in the building anymore.
"Hello... Barry," a voice, deep, distorted, menacing. It belonged to a man. Who was he? How did he know his name? Barry looked around in confusion. Where did the voice come from? Shadows stretched all around him, shrouding the alley in which he now knelt. He couldn't see anyone.
The source of the voice stepped out of the shadows, and Barry felt his insides go cold.
Those red eyes. That yellow suit. The black and red insignia on his chest. It was him. The man in yellow. The man that killed his mom. And he was smiling.
"How's your mom doing?"
Anger burst within Barry. How dare he? How dare he? "You! You were there that night! You killed my mother!"
His jaw flared with pain at those words, but he didn't care. Neither did he care about the pain of getting up to his feet. All he cared about was making that son of a bitch pay.
A shin slammed into his ribs. A loud crunch echoed in the alley. He yelled out in pain, falling to the ground onto his hands and knees. Another kick followed. Another crunch. The force rolled Barry onto his back. The man in yellow didn't stop. He kept attacking. Kept kicking. Each time, the pain increased. Each time, Barry found himself slipping ever closer towards unconsciousness. Finally, his mother's killer stopped kicking. His red eyes stared down into Barry's, his smile wide, showing gleaming white teeth.
"Well, this was fun, wasn't it? Granted, it was more for me than it was for you, but don't you worry, Flash. There will be plenty of opportunities to get your revenge. You'll be seeing plenty more of me. But for now... I'm afraid I have to leave you. Say hello to Iris for me."
It was then that Barry welcomed the embrace of oblivion, the man in yellow's smiling, red gaze burned into his memory.
And Barry knew no more.
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