FudoTwin17: Hello, my little fanfiction kittens!
Cat: . . . ?
Dog # 1: . . . ?
FudoTwin17: Anyway, I love all my reviewers and I hope that you like this, because I'm deleting a story to do this one. Okay, using the first group, because I've had this idea for ages and haven't been able to do it. Ideas from H.G. Wells and an old show about aliens. Other than that, it's pretty much mine.
Dog # 1: Except for not owning Young Justice.
FudoTwin17: Yes, besides that minor detail. Enjoy.
Prologue
"Aunt Adriana, how do we do this?" The ebony asked as they walked through the bright halls of the ship. It was too bright for it's purposes. "I mean-"
"Stand down, Dick." She replied. She was a somewhat tall woman. She had curled black hair tied in a ponytail and dark blue eyes. Her skin was pale. She wore black boots and a small black dress that was short and much too low for most's taste. From her back sprouted angelic white wings.
"Yes, Aunt-" The thirteen year old began, but was interrupted.
"And stop. You are to call me your mother. You know the rules. You are to be my child. You are my son. The Earthlings must wholeheartedly believe that." She commanded, pursing her crimson colored lips.
"Yes, mother." He replied.
"Now, go. You have work to do." She stated.
"Yes, mother." Dick repeated, bowing, but pausing before he left. "Mother, when do we strike?"
"Tomorrow. Tomorrow morning." She stated. "Get to work."
"Yes, mother." Dick said one last time before turning. No, this boy was special. He didn't have wings like the rest of his kind, the Agapornis personata. Instead, this boy was different. His black hair and dark blue eyes made him look very much like his aunt, making it plausible that he was her child, but it wasn't true. He wore tight black clothing that stuck to his skin. His eyes flashed, though, if one looked at him. His wings were different. His wings were small and, instead of white, they were a deep gray with a bright red, yet somehow speckled with white.
He was different than the rest of his kind.
But it went further than looks.
But that didn't matter right that moment.
What mattered was winning. They were taking over the Earth, and there was nothing that could stop them. And Dick had his own role in it.
But some small part of him wondered if he should. He wondered if it were right. Was it? He didn't know, but he knew that he had work to do. And he knew what would happen if he didn't do his job.
And he knew what would happen if he did not do as he was told.
So, Dick walked on. He wasn't planning on rebelling. He had to do what he was told and do it perfectly. That was his job. He marched into his room, sitting at a desk and reviewing what had to be done, how he had to do it, and why he needed to do it.
He had to do what he could. All he really had to do, though, was play his part to the public of the Earthen world. And after that-
Dick stopped himself. He didn't need to go that far ahead yet. It would happen in due time. He didn't need to be worrying about it every moment. He was irreplaceable. He had a job and he had to do it. There was no replacement. He couldn't shrug it off. He could laugh and say it didn't matter, because it did. That was how it was.
How it was since he was eight.
How it would be for the rest of his life.
FudoTwin17: I know it's short, but this is all I want to do for the first part and I'll be giving you way more on the first chappie, but for now, this is all you get.
Dog # 1: This was inspired by a picture on Diviantart by ailea-in-slumberland called "The Last Flying Grayson.
FudoTwin17: Okay, I'm tired. Bye.