1Missing a hero
A red clad man stood looking over the scene, there was absolute chaos as people ran past him. He gazed up at the flying creature above him in awe, his white eye covers widened in shock. His shaking hand went to his ear, pressing on his comm link.
"Supes? Is that what I think it is?" He asked.
"Yes, I believe so Flash." Superman replied.
"Just checking. I would have been devastated if I needed testing for my sight."
Superman suddenly landed in a heap beside him. Flash grasped his hand and pulled him up to his feet. Before Superman could thank him the creature was diving straight at them, flames shooting from it mouth.
They both parted from the flames and ran in different directions.
"Hey Dragon!" Flash shouted, waving his arms. "You want me with BBQ or ketchup?" he mocked, dodging another flame. However he didn't notice the tail that swung for him; to intent on dodging the flames the tail whipped him up.
Far into the air, Flash flailed around for something to grab onto, catching the tail once more he hung on for dear life.
"Flash!" John shouted launching a green light out to stop the dragon. Connecting with the beast just made things worse. The creature roared and took to the skies, Flash still attached to its tail.
It flew high, swerving between the heros in its way, spinning and diving till Flash thought he was going to throw up. It was then that a woman appeared out of the sky, landing in a crouch on the Dragons back. She pulled out a large, curved sword and sank it into the spine.
Another roar was ripped from the beast and suddenly it dropped, the nerves in it wings severed and useless. Turning its head it breathed fire to the woman who stayed solid, staring into the creatures mouth, without fear.
The flames engulfed her and sped to Flash. He opened his mouth in shock. 'Not like this!' was the last thing to pass through his mind as the flames took him, and then he was falling, crashing and burning.
Superman watched Wally hang on, swung back and forth, up and down. He tried to get to him but the Dragon just ducked and dodged. It was like a frightened cat, looking to escape at every turn.
He watched in fascination when a bright light sparked above the creature and a woman appeared upon its back. A flash of a blade and the creature was falling, breathing fire upon its back. The woman was engulfed, followed by Wally.
It happened too slowly, he should have been faster, but he couldn't get there. He was watching from a distance as the building beneath fell apart as built from nothing more than sand. Dust rose up obscuring the monster. Dead, bleeding. But it wasn't that that he was interested in. He was searching, he was shouting; he was screaming.
Supergirl grabbed his massive arm, spun him to the left and pointed at the bloody cloth.
"He's gone." She whispered, horror written on her face, tears flowing freely. Superman scooped up the tattered symbol. A yellow lightening bolt on a red background. His hand closed on the cloth, a tear sliding down his face.
"He can't be?" he whispered back. "Not like this!"
The woman sat on the edge of the bed, a long leather coat draped over her knees. Her dark hair fell in long curls past her shoulders, framing a slightly tanned face with grey eyes that looked sadly down upon the bundle on her bed. She wore a long bladed sword on her back and twin blades on her belt with two custom made guns attached to the back.
"He'll be crippled, even if they could help him." she muttered into the darkness. "They could save him, but they would ruin him. I could save him, but ruin him?" she looked at the body on her bed.
He was covered in burns, deep cuts scored across the charred flesh. His breathing was raspy and blood trickled out of his mouth every other breath. His hands gripped the bed covers beneath him.
"Do you want my gift?" the woman asked hovering over him. "You can choose to die or to live. To live comes with a price." she whispered to him.
"Who...am I?" The charred man gasped out.
"You can't remember who you are?" she asked in wonder. "Do you wish to live?" she asked again.
He nodded, gasping for breath now. "Drink." she ordered, thrusting something into his mouth. He took a quick drink and passed out. "I must work my magic without distraction." she whispered to him. "Rest brother, you'll soon be up and about."
She stood up, drawing a pattern on the floor in chalk. "But you can't go back. You'll be changed, but you'll still be good, fighting with me against the back ground monsters." she finished the pattern and pulled his body into the middle, standing over him. "I'm sorry." she said, taking a small blade from her belt and sliding it across her exposed wrist, the blood shot forth, flowing like a fountain onto the man.
A light burst out from the room, brightly shining from the windows of the upper levels of a building. Out shining the lights of the neon sign below 'Devel's call'.