Chapter: Prologue
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. The story you've all been waiting (a long, long time) for. This Is It! Sorry to all the people who have been waiting and welcome to all who read.
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So without further to do, I give you...This Is It!
My name is Jay, and I'm fighting in a war. A war for truth, love, freedom and justice. Young Justice.
"Ok, well it's become quite clear that it's about time you guys begin the final stage before full Justice League membership. And so this requires you guys to become a team." Nightwing paced in front of 7 teens.
Silver Hunter walked up to Nightwing. "You'll take the name Young Justice."
Aquaman followed the hunter. "The original Young Justice was the first team of its time."
A blur of red and the Flash was beside them smirking. "And we were the originals."
"This is a big responsibility" Mrs Martian added floating towards the other mentors.
"And also a big honour." Rocket followed the martian.
Superman came to stand beside Rocket. "There's only one thing left." He nodded to Nightwing, who just smirked.
"Are you ready?"
A small raven haired boy wearing shades stepped forward, arms crossed across his chest. "Of course we are! This is what you trained us for." The kid snapped.
Flash leaned over Nightwing's shoulder. "Bat like bird." He whispered.
Nightwing playfully elbowed him. "We don't all end up like that."
"Err hem." Silver Hunter coughed tapping her foot impatiently.
Nightwing rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, just getting carried away. Anyway, Jay will lead this team until he proves otherwise."
"This is going to be fun." Muttered a freckled boy with short orange hair. Only to be slapped across the back of the head by a girl about his age with a long brown plait. "Owww!"
Nightwing ignored them and went on. "Robin will be in charge of training, Arsenal will do specialist training, Wonder woman and a few others will rotate 'den mother'. Any other questions?" All the teens shook their heads. "Good, now if you'll follow the hallway and turn left at the end you should see your rooms. I'll leave it up to you guys to choose your room. Dismissed."
The 7 teens broke away and headed towards the rooms. The kid with the shades, now known as Jay, walked ahead not worrying about the rest. In a flash the freckled boy was by his side. "Hey, I'm Luke." He stuck out his hand but Jay ignored him.
Luke slowed his pace to match the rest of the teams. He set eyes on the girl with the plait. "See, I told you this would be fun."
"Whatever." She muttered, then looked at everyone else. "I'm Atlanta."
A small girl with wavy light brown hair spoke up. "Nice to meet you. If you do not mind me asking, what is your real name?"
Atlanta smiled. "My real name's Coral and I'm 16. What's your name?"
The girl smiled as well. "Oh, I'm Aqura, but you guys can call me Azuela, and I'm 14."
A tall dark skinned guy stuck out his hand. "Panther, or Namir, I'm 17."
"Martianboy. My name's Dillon and I'm 16 since three days ago." Said a really hot blonde guy shaking Namir's hand.
"Happy Birthday!" Coral shouted.
"Ha, I turned 16 three days ago as well." A blonde girl laughed. "I'm Kaye the Supergirl."
Luke came up to her smirking. "Supergirl? More like Superhot."
Coral rolled her eyes. "Great, you're that type."
He sped back to Coral. "I can be your type if you want."
She tackled him to the ground, grabbed his arm, moved it to the point where of almost dislocating, then glared at him. "Don't try to hit on me, got it?"
The teens soon reached their rooms. The door at the very end on the left was closed, which they assumed Jay had taken, so Luke took the one next to it. Dillon took the one next to Luke and Namir took the one next to Dillon. Coral went on the end of the right side with Azuela next to her and Kaye next to her. After 5 minutes of judging their rooms Nightwing's voice boomed through the mountain. "Team please report to the training room."
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My name is Phoenix and I'm starting a war. A war with blood, tears, discord and death. And it's all for the Ashes.
A figure stood in the shadows of a dark warehouse. The only light was that of the moonlight which seeped in through the now open heavy iron doors. Several others's silhouettes stood behind that one figure. In the door way was a little girl no older than 10. She was wearing a black full body suit, thin black belt for carrying things, a sleeveless brown jacket with a fur-lined hood and dark brown wings were on her back. The figure shifted a bit and motioned one of the silhouettes forward. Seeing this, the winged girl lowered herself into a fighting crouch.
Out of the shadows stepped a girl. She was about 16 with long, bleached blonde, straight hair tied up in a pony tail. Her outfit was pure black which consisted of long pants that were ripped across the legs, long sleeved puffy shouldered mid drift showing her extremely toned tummy, blind fold mask, sash belt covering her hips and combat boots. The little girl tried to read the other girls expression but couldn't. The other girl had cold green eyes that showed no fear, no happiness, no anger, no emotion. Neither girl moved but instead calculated their opponent, silent tension building up. The blonde struck like a snake pulling two long swords from behind her back. The young girl though was fast and dodged then swooped back to attack. Her blow was blocked with the eldest's kick. This complicated dance of dangerous moves weaved across the room. The blonde got a few good hits in causing the winged kid to fall backward.
The kid knelt there breathing heavily, blood coming from a cut across her side and sweat dripping from her face. She looked up and saw the other girl charging at her again. Quickly she launched herself into the air out of the way. Spying her below the girl swooped down and disarmed the two swords sending the older girl into the wall. Using the adrenalin and momentum from her last attack she sped towards the blonde girl. Suddenly the world and everything in it became slow. The glint of a small blade caught her eye but she couldn't stop in time. Time sped up and all she could feel was the pain of the dagger being plunged into her stomach. The kid stumbled back screaming out in pain. Rage built up inside her.
With the last of her strength she stood and lashed out at the blonde before tackling her to the ground. She took one of the daggers and placed to the blonde's throat. Again the figure shifted, this time coming into the light. It was another girl, around the age of 14 who had fiery red hair. Even in the dark this girl could be seen as if in daylight. It was almost like she faintly glowed. Her eyes were definitely glowing though. They burned like red fire. Her elegant crimson red dress touched her ankles at the back and was knee-length at the front. She strode forward to stand in front of the winged girl. "Why are you here?"
The little girl looked up, still holding the knife where it was. "To join the fight."
The red girl motioned for both fighters to stand. They both fell apart and the kid dizzily stood up. Blondie rose and stood behind her. Fiery eyes burned down into the pale blue eyes of the kid. "Will you stay loyal?"
"Yes." Came the reply of the kid. Her vision was swimming from blood loss but she held in there. She had to stay strong.
Seeing this, the red girl came a step closer. "Who are you loyal to?"
"The Ashes."
With a smirk the red head waved her hand. "You're on. We have our last so you're all dismissed." The blonde nudged the kid toward the shadows where all the silhouettes were disappearing. "Oh and one more thing kid..." The red girl pointed to a limp mass in a crimson puddle near the entrance. "That's what becomes of traitors and anyone who shows weakness." The little girl nodded and followed the blonde through a door at the back of the room.
Silently they journeyed down the dark hallways making a turn here or there. After the 6th turn the little girl couldn't take it any longer. She collapsed to her knees, fresh blood now seeping out around the dagger still embedded in her stomach. The blonde quickly rushed over to help her up. With help from the blonde who was holding her up, the kid kept walking on. "My name's Sasha. I'm sorry for stabbing you. No hard feelings, right?"
The kid nodded. "Where are we going?" She croaked out.
"Through this door. We're gonna visit Cure and everyone else." Sasha opened it, ignoring the sudden light, and carried the kid in, placing her on one of the beds. A girl with short, choppy dark brown hair rushed to her side with a syringe. This girl yelled something at Sasha but the kid couldn't hear. Everything was fuzzy to her. Sasha leaned over her saying something then reached for the dagger. She yanked it out, hurriedly replacing it with pressure using her hands. The kid's world spun again making her nauseous. She was injected by the syringe releasing a deep red substance into her body. After a minute her hearing and sight came clear again.
The choppy haired girl sighed in relief. "You couldn't have cut it any closer, could you have?" She screeched at Sasha.
"Look, just be glad I didn't use my poison dagger on her." She looked at the little girl. "How are ya kid?"
"That's Falcon to you, not kid, and I'm fine. What was in the syringe?" She attempted to stand but winced at the pain. The girl pressed her hands into Falcon's wound.
"Sasha, pass me a needle with thread and a 2x18 bandage." She barked. Sasha pulled a duffle bag from under a bed. She searched it until she found all the things. The duffle bag was just tossed under the bed again. Sasha handed them to her then helped Falcon sit upright. The choppy haired girl expertly sewed her stab up then started wrapping the bandage around the kid's stomach and wound. "My name's Cure, and about your question that was some of my blood. My father's friend gave me healing powers so my blood can heal most wounds; even prevent death for a while."
Falcon looked at the other girls properly for the first time. She noticed Sasha had big brown eyes and wore thick black mascara. On her hands were sleek black gloves which at the moment she was using to clean the dagger. Cure had short dark brown choppy hair that had a red sheen and dark brown eyes. In her right eye was a birthmark that made pat of her eye look blue. She wore a navy blue, off-the-shoulder, long sleeved mini-dress with a black singlet and leggings underneath, a dark grey hooded cloak, ankle boots and a lose belt with a medical kit, syringe and small throwing daggers hanging off it.
She watched the fingerless gloved hands wrap a bandage around her stomach. "What's with the Roman four tattoo on your wrist?" Falcon asked.
Cure smiled. "I'm the forth and daughter of my family, that's what the 'Roman four' means." She finished the wrapping. "Now that's done. Are you hurt anywhere else?" The little girl shook her head. "Good. Sasha, go get the others." Sasha lazily opened her mouth but Cure interrupted. "And don't say 'yes mum', I don't need you sassing me." Sasha walked out the room, but not without whispering 'yes mum'. Cure yelled after her. "I heard that." She went to a tap, slipped off her gloves, and washed her hands and then started washing the syringe and needle. "So why did you really come here, and don't tell me to fight. You knew this was dangerous."
"I came for friends. My dad says I need friends but every time I make a 'friend' they annoy me, so I heard about this underground team. I knew it was dangerous but I didn't know it was run by a psycho." Confessed Falcon. Cure laughed quietly.
"Be careful what you say. If she hears you then you'll end up like Wheeler, in the corner. You're part of this family now."
"Who is she?"
"Phoenix."Cure stated. Soon she had finished drying and put both items back in the duffle bag then put her gloves back on.
Sasha came back followed by 8 other teens. She took it upon herself to introduce everyone. "You already know Cure and I. This is She-cat, Dusk, Ghost Child, Marzanna, Oceano's Spirit, Midas, Mind Blaster and Chev. Everyone, this is Falcon, and she's one of us now."
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