Alright guys, this is a serious matter for once. This isn't for personal gain or anything similar. We need to spread word about KONY 2012. If you don't know what that means, look up 'KONY 2012 nigahiga' because he gives you a one minute, thirty second description of the thirty minute documentary. It's heartbreaking and serious, but I'll sum it up even more.
There's a guy named Joseph Kony who runs the LRA, (lord's something army), which is an army of children who he forces to kill people, including other adults, other children and their own parents. The girls in the group are his sex slaves, and they're all around 8 years old! There are like, 30,000 children in this army and it's over in Uganda. The people say if this gets enough attention, President Obama will send more troops over to save these kids. Spread the word! SAVE THE CHILDREN. To show you care, at least click the 30 minute KONY 2012. Every view counts. You don't have to watch it. Just give it some views so these kids can go back to their families.
Past the border of the city, past the docks and houses with their white rooftops and past all of the feverishly green trees, there was a high mountain. It stretched far up into the sky, so far that only half of its massive girth was protected in vivid foliage that wrapped up its side like a one-sleeved dress. On all sides, it was bordered by a beach with the whitest of sands, the ocean holding the lightest of a purple tint to its dark blue shade as it collided against the shore and dragged sand back with it in gentle breaths.
Even though it was barely 7:47, not a soul seemed to notice the red spacecraft that cut the sky, but that could easily be blamed on its speed. It raced to its fastest extent, terrified at the consequences that would come with being seventeen minutes late. Instead of racing down to Mexico, changing its color and taking refuge deep in the ocean for the next few years to avoid facing the wrath of Batman, the ship carefully maneuvered towards the mountain.
In a matter of seconds, the red UFO was safely hovering in an airplane hanger, slowly but surely lowering itself to the concrete floor below, being careful not to smash any of the six heroes that waited in an impatient line, starting with Robin and ending with Wally, the two civvies-clothed heroes boxing the costume-covered heroes in-between them. Red Tornado, Zatara and Kaldur all stood in the line between the youngest among them, but Batman showed his strength and stood back a few steps, just to be different.
The second the bioship touched down to the concrete, a section of its exterior pulled out and dropped down, creating a ramp that either led down from the purple interior or the ship or led up to it from the outside. For once, the latter wasn't the answer as Conner came walking down the ramp, a heavy wooden box resting on his shoulders, a hand on either side to keep it secured. When his boots first hit the actual ground, Megan quickly followed, letting her black flats lightly sound on the ramp, levitating the remaining cardboard boxes through the air above her hands so she wouldn't have to break a sweat.
Unlike Conner, she wasn't imitating Batman with her facial expression. In fact, she seemed more than happy with life, a smug aura circling her like a big pink bubble that just begged to be popped but every time you got close, it'd jump up a foot just to mock you. Batman glanced her way, glaring at the invisible bubble lightly before softening his eyes for once and stepping forward.
"Did you get everything?" his gravely voice lightly hit the air, his eyes trying to see through the cardboard to make sure by using the laser vision he didn't possess.
Megan seemed to hide a smirk, quite confident about Conner and her's trip from the 'Cave'.
"Everything on your list, Batman," she said his name in a teasing tone, "Plus groceries!"
She turned her head, spotting an eager ginger walking her way so she floated the box of food nearest Wally down to the ground in front of him, holding the other above her hand still. The fifteen year old with a freckled face grinned energetically, looking down at the food like one might look at their first born child; with admiration and great pride.
"Cookies?" he asked hopefully, peering down into the box and letting his emerald eyes dig for him.
"Snicker doodle," Megan confirmed with a girlish grin, brushing her hair back with her free hand.
Wally's eyes widened in wonder, a near unnoticeable sparkle taking a place up in their corners, resembling a small kid who was just given that one thing written in all caps at the top of their Christmas lists for a moment, a dreamy grin quickly settling into his face.
"Babeā¦" he sighed in a voice that clearly stated he was slowly drifting up to the ninth cloud that, for whatever reason, signified the best kind of happiness. "You rock my world."
Robin did his best not to groan at his friend's failed attempt of flirting, instead turning his hidden gaze to Kaldur and Conner as they fidgeted with the box he had just set down. They didn't look like they were trying to open it; they were just stalling and wasting time, for whatever reason that would be. It's not like they had a home to return to that night or anything of a similar nature. Both teen lived in the mountain while he'd have to ride a tube home, and then an animal-resembling car, praying that there'd be no light in the sky.
His attention was quickly drawn to the elevator as the doors slid open and Artemis and Zatanna walked in, both clothed in civvies too. Zatanna had an uncertain look to her face, but she still looked as stunning as ever in a simple purple tank top, her attention solely devoted to Artemis. The blonde had a happy grin to her lips, seeming not to be angry or foul-tempered at anyone for once.
"Glad you're back Zatanna," the Vietnamese girl said in a light tone, "Does this mean you're officially joining the team?"
There was something in the blonde's tone that suggested she wasn't just casually asking to keep conversation on from an elevator ride. There was the slightest trace of hope to her tone, her attention on the ebony even when her eyes weren't. Zatanna still seemed unsure, but not uncomfortable. There was a slightly edgy tone to her face, maybe a little hurt behind the nonchalant features. They both froze as Zatara's light incantation muttering cut the air and he levitated a whole string of wooden boxes through the air with his staff.
Red Tornado air-lifted the final one, colorful red winds encircling it and pushing it up and out of the way in an effortless motion. Batman could do nothing more than watch in envy, cursing his lack of mutations but hiding it by wearing his bat-costume with pride.
"I don't know," Zatanna sighed, folding her arms over her chest as Artemis touched her tanned hands to her hips, "Zatara is so overprotective. I mean, just getting him to let me visit takes a full day's wheedling."
Zatanna let her blue eyes scan out and concentrate hard on her father, sorrow and offense now clearly written on her face as if by sharpie. Her black eyebrows furrowed, her lips parted lightly. Artemis watched her intently, caught on every word.
"I wish he would just give me a little space!" she dropped her arms to her side hopelessly, shifting her weight to one foot and studying the heroes out across the floor, opening her lips again to voice some excess thoughts that came to mind.
Robin left his spot from across the room, slowly heading for his serious-faced mentor with the intention of asking what time they would be homeward bound, seeing how his muscular frame growled with hunger. Barely a step away, reaching his arm out to poke the cape that made up Batman's whole outfit, the heroes all disappeared. They seemed to just flicker out like an old light bulb, that little yellow light being the last thing any of the teens saw of their elders.
"B-Batma-!" he started to scream out in the most heart wrenching levels of fear, his arm drawing out to the air that had once held his mentor.
When he was reminded that he was surrounded on all sides by heroes that he needed to respect his reputation, he quickly drew his arm back to his chest, letting the rest of his cry drop off like a phone signal in the country. He couldn't keep his mouth from staying open in horror, or his fist from trembling from the fear he had bottled up now. The unimaginable pain that was starting to tear at his heart now was leaking through his face, running down through his features, causing him to shake all over, quite thankful for his shades as it continued to build up.
With his heart, the boxes that the League members had been holding shattered along the ground, drawing the worst of gasps from every pair of lips in the room.
You should've noticed three changes. One's minor, one's with a quote and the other is with a scene. Did you notice them? I hope you did. So yeah, I should warn you that it might start to get a little out-of-character now. I'm only editing little bits. There will be a lot more scene changes coming up, but this was probably the most minor of them all, excluding the first chapter and the Billy Batson scenes because that kid is so freakin' adorable. I could just hug him and squeeze him and kiss him until he sued me for being a pedophile. Review?
-F.J.
