Disclaimer: I do not own the Justice League
A/N: Hi, I'm Firecracker27 and this is my JS story.
He always wondered what it felt like to die. Would it be quick? Would it hurt? The truth of the matter was no matter how he analyzed the concept of dieing it was nothing compared what it was like to feel it. Even as he felt himself being pulled by gravity his sense was highly acute. He felt his own flesh rip open and the warmth of his blood being soaked into his uniform and spilling to the ground. His muscles still held tension and his heart beat thudded in his chest his lungs arrested his airway making his breath stand still completely.
His vision was sharp he saw the glint of the scythe tainted with dirt and blood. His blood… all this seemed to last forever but it was no doubt a matter of seconds. When he finally did hit the ground all that he felt shut down one by one. His breath was released with the impact, his blood suddenly felt cold, his muscles slackened, and his heart beat slowed. His acute sense of what was happening was becoming increasingly difficult to figure out what had just happened.
Remember that sharp vision he had? Well, say good-bye to that. This was it, the edge of the abyss; he felt a wash of bright light engulf him. The last energy he held was enough to close his eyes; all he could do now was wait to see what was on the other side.
Justice League:
The Catalyst
Cold. He was cold…so that meant he wasn't in hell; but it sure didn't feel like heaven. Something landed on his cheek it stayed then melted away, he slowly opened his eyes to be met with a grey sky and from it snow lazily drifted down.
He gingerly turned his head to see the remains of a car it had been there for awhile since it was filled with snow. Looking up he saw the worn down building at first he didn't care but suddenly the half buried engravings on the sign caught his attention.
Gotham-something-something-Memorial.
He lifted his head wincing at the movement. He managed to sit up squeezing his eyes shut he shook his head to get rid of the grogginess. Blinking, he let out a shaky sigh before gingerly getting to his feet. For the first time he took a good look around him.
The streets were littered with debris ranging torn up newspapers to rubble from collapsed buildings. Windows were either broken or blocked with wood, a fire raged in an oil bin but what disturbed him the most was the fact that not a soul was around.
He began to walk down the street the snow crunched underneath the weight of his feet giving off muffled echoes. He glanced behind him then looked back as he turned the corner he was greeted with the same sight, his heart suddenly thudded against his ribcage at the fear of being alone. He continued onward he flinched at the sound of a garbage can lid being knocked over; its culprit was a thin black and white cat that scuttled down the street into another ally-way. He pressed onward when a loud gun shot rang clear in the air causing him to spin around after a few more seconds another one rang out. He dashed off in the direction of the sound tearing around corner after corner before he pressed himself against the side of the building where the shadows of four individuals danced in the fire light.
Peeking around the corner he saw four men dressed in armour cornering a woman. He went to help when suddenly a group of five fought them off. He furrowed his brow as he watched the brawl continue ending with all four soldiers lying in a pool of blood.
The group helped the woman to her feet giving her protection. He turned back to be met face to face with the brunt of a gun. He dodged it and grabbed the weapon wrenching it out of the attacker's hand. He returned the intended favour and smacked the end of the gun into the attacker's face, before taking his opponent by the arm and flinging him over his shoulder.
The attacker let out a grunt as it hit the ground, but he didn't stay there for long as he lunged at the other man. There, they both struggled gain control but the attacker got the end of the stick as he was pinned to the ground a fist aimed and ready to greet his face.
He glared at his attacker blue eyes dark with anger, but there was something familiar about this man. As he prepared to end the fight a cock of a gun sounded behind him.
"Move and I'll put a bullet in your head." a woman's voice stated sternly
The man heard several more guns load looking up to see several men and women pointing there weapons at him.
"Get, up." the woman ordered.
The man slowly raised his hands as he complied. The attacker scrambled to his feet panting slightly from the ordeal.
"Turn around."
The man did. His blue eyes meeting hazel, the young woman had wavy walnut hair, a brown worn down jacket and grungy black pants. Everything she wore spelt old.
"Who are you?"
The man didn't answer. She gritted her teeth coming forward. "I asked you a question. Who are you?!"
The man remained silent, but that was proven wrong as the woman smacked him against the head rendering him unconscious.
She looked to her comrades'. "Tie him up and bring him to the base."
A/N: Prologue. Chapter-1 will have more content but I need to know what people think.
Thanks for reading.
FC27