OOC: I do not own Hawkgirl, or anything DC

Darkness. Darkness. Darkness was the only thing Shayera Hol, AKA, Hawkgirl, could see, or feel. She felt like she was in the air, but not the sky. It was more like something large was on her lungs, and was getting heavily. Normally, she would push this threat right off the bat, but she could not. No. She had no body. No arms. No legs. No wings. Just a Thanagarian conscious. A mind without form. She knew who she was, and that she was somewhere, but that was about it. And how she hated it. She knew she needed to take this seriously, but the lack of wings, and a body for that matter was serious pissing her off. She try to speak, but no words form. None at all.

Suddenly, something started to take form. A loud noise that sounding like thunder started up. Shayera try to figure out what the hell was going, and then she realize it. She could feel. Her body was coming back. And it was hell.

Her first words since she got here was of pain. She felt it all. Bones, flesh, blood, organs. All of it, of her body coming back to her was like she got punch by Superman into the sun. The worst part was her wings. She would happy if not for the agony of it all. At last, it all stop. She was standing up, but as soon as the process was over with, she fell to the black as night ground. She let out a mourn as she lay they, wanted to still on the ground for a long time, but the force that took her would not like her.

More bolts of thunder came from what would be up and strike the ground near her. Body still hurting from the process of having her body reformed, Hawkgirl very slowly got up, and look around. Still just blackness, but she could see just fine. Thanagarian's have amazing eyesight, but not like this. The area would be light up by the thunder, but only to show her more blackness. She started to walk around. "Where in the name of Thanagar am i?" She ask herself. She wish she had her Nth metal mace with her. Although she knew it would do her no good in this...place. Having her faithful weapon at her side would ease Shayera mind...

That when she trip over something. She lands face first, wings out, but she feels no pain. Odd, but she is thankful for that. Hawkgirl gets up and turns to see what she just fell over. She look down, and the woman with wings face just tune pure pale. On the ground...was her. They was no question about it. The body had her face, wings, outfit, hair. A bloody mace lay near the body's hands. The body's chest had a wound. A hole, as if a sword had gone through her. But was the neck that her eyes widened. On the neck, it had a this large, bloody wound around it. As if she been hung, but she knew but. It looks as a sword had cut the body head off...Her head.

"No...no... ." She slowly backs away from the dead thing. That could not be her. It could not! It should not! And yet. She knew it. She was dead. She must have die fighting. A honorable way to die for her people, but what about the others? The League? Her friends and allies? What happen to them? What happen to John? He must have live. He, and the others must have. But what of she? The Thanagarian thinks about some stuff she learn about religion of Earth. She learn that they was a place call Purgatory, a sort of middle ground between hell, and heaven, to 'undergo purification.' Was this Purgatory? Was she going to stay here for God knows how long to be 'pure' and go up to heaven? It's true she had done a lot of 'bad stuff' during her time as a advance scout for the military. Earth was not her first world. Was that it?

But she could think some more, she heard a voice. This voice came from the thunder. It was all powerful. All knowing. "Shayera Hol of Thanagar." It has said to her. She fell to her knees at the power of the voice. "Who...who are you?" Hawkgirl was able to sat. "I Am that I Am. I knew you before you was born. I made you, and gave you your name. I gave your people the gift of flying. I Am All. I Know All." It said back to her. "Are you...God?" Hawkgirl was never religious, talking to the bloody making of all things...

"Shayera Hol. You life in the land of the Living has ending. But you are still needed." "But...how. I can't remember, and..." a bolt of thunder struck her in the forehead, and she remember.

Some new villain had attack Metropolis. The man had a mask on, and a trench coat. He carry some kind of sword, and kick the League ass. Even Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman. Them, and the others just got..own by this man. She was the last one standing. She and the trench coat man enter a deadlock of combat. Shayera finely was able to take him down, mace to the face. She turn to help the others when a sword enter her back, and exit out her chest. She fell to her knees. He life ending with the man removing the sword from her, and then remove her head from the rest of her body.

As she remember this, she breaks down. Dying like that was dad enough, but what about the others? John. He told her they had a son name Warhawk, but that will never happen. How will he deal with her death? How will the others? She remembers the Justice Lords world. How Flash death at Lex Luthor hands. Will that happen? No, that was Luthor, and he had become the President, and this was some new villain. But sill...

"So...what's going to happen to me now?" She ask. And she had the right. She die. Head cut off. Souls have to go somewhere. So, she was now a soul. Where did she go? Her people did not have much of a religion, due to Ixthultu and he Great Old Ones. Would she goes to Earth heaven? Earth Hell? Shayera got her answer.

"Shayera Hol. Your death was needed, for you, and others have a great destiny. You allies are fair. The one who ending you life left after your soul left the Living World. Dark Forces near, Shayera Hol. They are strong. Powerful. More powerful then your Darkseid, or anything else. Only one group can stop them, but for the group to stop the coming Evil, it's need it's leader. You are the leader."

What? Her death was needed!? John having to see her head come off her body with a sword was needed!? And these...Dark Forces? Who? How can anythig be stronger then Darkseid, Parallax, or anything else, how can one dead Thanagarian with a mace form save team to stop something like that? Or is one this team? God gave her the answer.

"I will send you back to the Living World, Shayera Hol. But you can be the hero you once was. If anyone knows that you live, or your mission, the Dark Forces would learn of it, and attack. As for your team, I can tell you the key members. Slade Joseph Wilson. Harleen Frances Quinzel. Kent Nelson. Zatanna Zatara. Jason Todd. Cyrus Gold. A few members of your team."

What? Deathstroke? He was a assassin! A mercenary! He only care about money, and his own gain. And Harley Quinn? A crazy woman with bleach skin and mad about the Joker! Yes, both was members of that Suicide Squad (Wait, how she know that?) How would she get them to join a dead woman group that was supposed to save the universe? Now Doctor Fate, and Zatara, she knew them. They would help. But Jason Todd, he was the second Robin, till Joker beat him to near death, then blew up the building he was in. He came back as 'Red Hood' and not all that right, in her mind. How did he works into all this? But out of all of them, it was Cyrus Gold...Grundy, she thought of the hardest. He was a lot of things, in life, and undeath, but to her, he was a friend. He had already die 3 times. His first death that ending up turning him into Grundy. His second when he, and Hawkgirl destroy Ixthultu. And the third when he came back as a rage fill zombie. The last was the worst because she had to put him down. He should get get into this mess. He should rest, but God had other plans.

"Your new form shall be...different for you. As I have said before, your allies must not know of the mission, or that you still live. You will be giving a new look."

Shayera was a bit confused at the 'new look' part, but soon learn what God had meant. New pain hit her body. Black fire consume her. She try to scream, but can not. As soon as it came onto her, it's goes away. She gets up, and sees herself with a full body mirror that God pops in. And then she screams. She have turn into...a Zombie. Skin dark, black, dead. Her eyes was a was a whitest/grey color that light up like a firefly on Earth. Her wings was just bone, and black. She is about to yell at God, but...he's God.

"Now. Our time in this place is nearing it's end. I will give you your team missions by the means of dreams, scrolls, and such. Much will be on the less legal sides in the Living World, which will put you, and your team at odd with the heroes of the Living World. The names of your team will be in the place I am sending you, but you must get to join and tell them of the Evil. Everything...is in your hands, Shayera Hol."

And they was a white light, and she was gone.