Star City. 2016.
This was just like the other two hundred or so warehouses in Starling City. Broken down and lacking management, the building was a perfect cover for criminals who wanted a place to hide and commit their dirty crimes. No one would come here, and the occasional cries of their victims wouldn't be noticed.
In the warehouse, dozens of children were kept in a large cage. They were pale and scared and dirty, for they lacked the basic supply of food and hygiene after they were snatched away from their parents and brought here. Some of them had tears on their face while others were staring blankly at the warehouse walls. No one cried or made any sound for help because their captors beat those that made any sound. Otherwise the guards left the children along. After all, the more beaten the children were the less their purchasers would pay.
Dozens of gunmen stood guard around the warehouse. They had pistols and automatic rifles, not for the children, but for those they were waiting for. Trust was not something criminals could afford, even toward other criminals.
"They're late." A gunman walked up to his boss, who was a man in his thirties with a gold ring on his middle finger. "They should've been here ten minutes ago. Perhaps the Green Arrow found them?"
"Or perhaps I went to them and had a nice conversation and convinced them to go home and reconsider their decision in children trafficking." A figure suddenly walked in from the door of the warehouse. The gunmen immediately moved and raised their weapons at the potential threat. The figure was along, but the gunmen were too experienced to be fooled. As far as they knew, there could be twenty fully armed SWAT officers outside waiting to charge in. "Unfortunately you won't get the same luxury."
The Boss was confused. At first he thought the Green Arrow that had been terrorizing the criminals of Starling City for years was here, which meant he would be better off surrendering, but this figure was definitely not the Green Arrow. The figure was, first of all, female. She wore a silver coat that covered her entire body and a drama mask painted silver as well. Her hair seemed to be silver as well, making her whole form shiny in the dark. She was not the Arrow, but probably some sort of copycat that wanted to be a hero. As for the part the she went to the buyers first, well, the Boss didn't believe that for a second. The buyers weren't stupid, and they wouldn't have risked being intercepted by the Arrow if they were confident they could deal with him. As far as he knew, even the Arrow couldn't take down the buyers, much less some stupid copycat. Losing interest, he waved his hand, and the gunmen had a bloodthirsty grin as they fired upon the silver figure.
The bullets didn't make much sound as they exited the gun barrel, thanks to the silencers. With incredible momentum they pierced the space between the guns and the silver figure and traveled toward their target, but the figure had no sign of being shot at as she held her hand out, and the bullets started to slow down. They were still flying, but it was as if they were put in slow motion. The figure smirked and walked past the bullets and looked at the gunmen with a mocking eye. She didn't finish the men off on purpose. These men deserve to feel the fear they posed on the others before they die. A quick death is too good for them.
"What the..." The Boss was starting to hope it was the Green Arrow that came after him. At least the Green Arrow could be stopped by bullets, but whoever this chick is just ignored the bullets with some sort of power. As an experienced criminal on the streets, he did what every street thug would do when he got into a critical situation where force can't save him. He immediately put up the best smile he could manage and tried to make a deal. "Let me go and I'll send all these children back to their parents. I'll even pay their parents so much they'll forget their children were even gone. I can even turn myself in to the police if that's what you want." He said quickly, even signaling his men to lower their weapons.
The figure grinned, but just as the Boss thought he got past this round the figure said something that made him chill to the bones. "I was willing to look past things like burglary or thievery or even murder, but everyone has a bottom line, and unlucky for you." A coldness appeared in her eyes. "You've touched my line."
The Boss realized he was being toyed, he also realized force couldn't hurt this monster, but he also knew not everyone is immune of bullets, and according to his knowledge of these so called heroes, he could exploit their need to save the innocent. "Turn on the merchandise!" He shouted, and his men instantly understood him and aimed at the children in the cage. They screamed as the dark deep barrels aimed at them, threatening to spit down a wave of death. "Leave me if you want these children to live." The Boss ordered. "You can't save everyone."
The figure smirked, and everything around her went into slow motion, as if the figure was the only one that could move at normal speed. The figure took in a deep, intense breath and moved to the gunmen and twisted their necks one by one. The men were strong, but they were in slow motion and couldn't defend themselves, and the figure acted with no mercy. She snapped the necks as if she was going through the clothes in a shop. The men that were killed slowly fell down due to Jean's influence on time. It took the figure a while to kill all the gunmen, but in the end she was standing before the Boss with her hand on his neck. The next second everything went back to normal.
Dozens of bodies hit the ground at the same time. The Boss stared in horror as the girl hit him in the neck, hard, and cracked his throat bone. The man fell on the ground, struggling to breath but couldn't. He died painfully.
The figure ignored the body as she knelt down and took out the Boss's phone from his pocket and called 911 to inform them of the situation. She took a breath of relief after she was done. What she just did, as easy as it seemed, took a toll on her body. She gave a cold look at the kidnapped children who were absolutely frightened. She was about to say something when a sound appeared from behind. The figure turned around and saw an attractive Englishman with a brown coat and a dense mustache.
"Jean Tanner? That was quite an impressive demonstration." The man said as he took out a flashy thing and knocked Jean out.
Jean woke up with a familiar headache. She knew it was caused by being knocked unconscious because she had experienced the feeling countless times. Who could've done that? Who would've wanted to knock her out? She thought she eliminated every enemy from her past so that something like this wouldn't happen to her again. She looked around, she was on a rooftop.
"Ah what a headache." She heard a rough male voice beside her. She silently reached for a dagger that she strapped to on her upper right arm in case she was captured, but the disappearance of the familiar coldness of the steel told her whoever took her found out about the weapon. Jean would later know him as Mick Rory.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Leonard Snart.
"I'm as ignorant as you, for once." Martin Stein.
"Where are we?" Sara Lance.
"Why don't you ask the dude who knocked us out and kidnapped us? British dude with the flashy thing?" Jefferson Jackson. "Ring any bells?" Jean took a breath of relief. At least it wasn't those that she feared about.
"The name's Rip Hunter." The British guy that knocked walked up. "I'm from East London. Oh, and the future."
"Nice to meet you, Rip." Rory said sarcastically and checked his weapon, only to find it disabled.
"Uh, while you were incapacitated, I may have tempered your weapons." Hunter added. "I've assembled you all because I need your help." He walked across the abducted. "The future of the world is in peril because of a man by the name of Vandal Savage."
The two that Jean would eventually know as Hawkman and Hawkgirl, Carter Hall and Kendra Saunders, exchanged a look. "That can't be. We destroyed him."
"Yeah, the Green Arrow and Flash helped us do it." Kendra added.
"And therein lay the problem. Unless you or delivered the death blow Savage can be restored from but a single cell." Rip Hunter raised a single finger to emphasis his point.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Mick Rory asked with little patience.
"Vandal is immortal. Kendra and I reincarnate."
"Yeah I've done that." Sara Lance said. Jean looked at Sara in surprise. It wasn't everyday that you can find someone who cam back from the dead, and now she just saw three.
"I don't understand. Why should I care about this Savage? He's not after me, nor is he smuggling children or doing experiments on them and turning them into mindless super soldiers. He has no quarrel with me. Why should I help you?" Jean asked coldly. She had no favor of something that knocked her out. It brought her back to the dark days in her past. She noticed the people around her frowning at her examples and didn't really care. She could wipe out everyone on this roof in seconds, even though the side effect might maim her afterwards.
"In the future he will employ the evil he's perfected over his long life and the power he has amassed throughout history to finally conquer the world." Rip Hunter said solemnly. "I've being tasked with assembling an elite team to stop him by travelling through time and capturing Savage before he grows into the monster he becomes."
"Again, why should I care?" Jean wasn't moved.
"I know it's difficult for you to fathom, but where, when, I'm from, the year 2166, you and everyone on this roof," Rip gave Jean a meaningful look. "aren't just considered heroes...You're legends."
"Legends?" Ray Palmer asked with doubt.
"I, um, I hate to nitpick, but doesn't a legend have to be dead?" Professor Stein said hesitantly.
"I am not planning to die for a noble cause. Not now and not in the future." Jean added.
"It's dangerous for any of you to know too much about your own futures, but I am here because each of you, as individuals, is destined for greatness."
"I can get behind that." Ray Palmer nodded.
"And, because if you don't follow me, this is what's in store for your world 150 years from now." Rip took out a hologram projector and showed an image of the world in ruin. Fighters and bombers unleashed endless flame on a burning city. A feeling of desperation clouded everyone. Jean smirked. She had seen way worse.
"I could have chosen any time and any place. Of all the people who have ever lived, I chose you nine. I certainly hope you won't let me, and the world, down. If your answer is yes, meet me at this address in 36 hours." He handed a card to Martin Stein before leaving the rooftop. The nine stood in thoughts.
Jean walked, slowly and thoughtfully, down an abandoned hospital in the rural part of Starling City. Her hands ran through her silver hair, deep in thought. They might seem attractive, but the reason and the process she received them was quite the opposite of attractive. She closed her eyes.
Weakness is a sin punishable by death.
That was the first thing she heard when she was dropped off here by those smugglers. Before that she was just a 12 year old girl who complained about phones and boys. After that she was forced to change into something she herself was terrified off.
Jean stopped as she saw a vague mark on a wall. It was a wolf with green eyes and alert eyes. It was a predator. A merciless and intelligent hunter that would do anything to get to its prey. Most importantly, it represented the darkness she spent years trying to forget.
But now she has a chance to change the past. She could easily save herself from going through the torment she went through. All she had to do was to gain the trust of this so called Rip Hunter long enough to gain access to the means of time travel. When that day comes, she would not hesitate to abandon the team and wipe out the monster decades before she did.
As for Vandal Savage, why would she stop her.
She's not a hero.
So, should I continue this story? Leave a review to tell me what you think about the current contents. I wrote this story because I read several other fan fiction about Legends of Tomorrow and wasn't satisfied by the characteristics of the oc characters. This story might include several things very different from the original story line.
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