A/N: my first young justice story and one shot. Hope you like it. Emo angel
I walk through a street with people following you; a hand is placed on me. I can feel the blow to my face; the blood is salty, dripping into my split lip. The crowd stops, they cheer for the burly, black headed man with glasses. I have a splitting head ace overpowering my sight; the blackness tries to steal me from this world, this tortures world of pure evil. My bones protrude from my arms and legs the sharpness of them, pain pours out of my mouth in the invisible force of sound, the glass breaks, and the people collapse from the loud screeching noise of my voice. I feel calm for hearing my voice.
I feel a soft hand on my unhurt shoulder, my pain is disappearing. I start to smell some bleach, I must be in a hospital, but where, everywhere there are stalkers, a figure comes and shorts my pillow out, I ask who he is, and he says he is a vigilante.
Drip, drip the sound of my IV is the only thing I hear. The fluids flow fast and slow into my blood stream. Beep, beep the sound of my heart monitor is overpowering my ears, overpowering the IV, overpowering my sight, I fade into the blackness. The light shines bright at the end of the black and grey tunnel, full of pictures of my life, like the day of my first birthday, the day I won the spelling bee at school, my first date with the captain of the football team. I want to go to the light but a voice in my head says no, it says that I have more places to go and people to see, a life ahead of me. I run away from the light. I look back, I see my dad and he is smiling like a beauty pageant contestant, talking about stopping world hunger… for the children. I start hearing the heart monitor again; my vision is coming back to me. The smiling man comes into view. I'm going back where I come from now back to my home in Star city.
My name is Dinah Lance. I'm a dimensions traveller. One of a kind.