A.N: SO….I'll be updating this story on Wednesdays, just so you know! Today it's just the prologue, but I'm going to start the Wednesday updates by this week. K….so…I bet you're all excited, so I'm just going to give the prologue to you right now….after these responses
Alphagirlsupreme: I wish I could send you a link but the website won't let me send links. I hate this site! But I love it just the same. I really wasn't planning on making Haley a lantern.
Katie Gibbs: *Brings out the apple cider* Oh yeah, it's party time
Beawolf's Pen: Oh yes….it is time
Silverwolf: I can't tell you about Vivian but maybe…. Yes to the sinesto corps and black lanterns, and yes we will finally have the Cody vs Ragnar fight.
Now, the moment you've all been waiting for…. Season 2
I don't own GLTAS
Italics are thoughts
Prologue
*Them song plays*
Previously on Green Lantern:
*Aya fusing with the Anti-monitor* *Destroying planets* *Hal and crew attempt to stop her with Scar's help* "That explosive was enough to kill a planet" "You wouldn't have done the job if you had known" "And what about Razer" "A necessary sacrifice" *Aya attacks ship* "I have to get out of here" *Scar teleports away*
"I will destroy all life with one strike" *Takes the time traveling device* "Our only hope, is to destroy her." *Razer coming up behind Aya and razing his dagger*
"Razer?" *Aya hurts him* *Heals him and turns back to normal* "You must be alright" "I will, be, now that you have come back to me" *Aya sacrifices herself* "Somehow, I know I will be with you." "I don't understand" *Aya dies*
"Love" "That's how I feel when I'm around…." "Is this person some hot headed girl with a ring?" "What if she doesn't like me" "You just have to hope"
"I will scower the universe to find her" "How will Razer find her in all that endless spaces?" "I think he has a pretty good shot." *Blue ring follows Razer into space*
))))))))))))))) After the fight with Aya-monitor((((((((((((((
Darkness blanketed the sky with its fabric of black with white speckles of stars. In one distant part of the universe, far from the imagination of man, a mysterious small blue alien dressed in red flew across the empty space. This was Scar, former science director of the Guardians. Former, being she abandoned her post as head of one of the greatest police forces in the universe, and went into hiding, in search of something far greater. What was it? Let's find out.
Scar held her hand over her eye where she had gotten hurt by the ruthless giant robot called the anti-monitor. Since she had gotten scathed, her wound had been getting worse. Turning red and almost black. She wouldn't have gotten hurt though, if the human man named Hal Jordan hadn't put his crew first before the mission. She said to herself in loathing, "I will find him. He will be the first to perish. Argh!" Her wound began to burn and she held it, trying to put pressure, just some way to ease the growing pain. She decided to take out, with her other hand, a piece of paper out of her pocket. It was something she grabbed out of the hands of a certain green lantern girl before Scar teleported. In attempts to grab the book that was in the girl's hand, Scar instead grabbed just a wrinkled sheet of paper. There was something about the leather booklet that fascinated Scar, and she hoped the paper would give her and answer.
Scar looked at the picture and immediately got angry. It was a sketch of a human man, showed a bit in darkness. He looked boney to look at, almost dead. The name William Black Hand was written in rough writing on the bottom. At the top it said, "No matter what you have done, I forgive you." It was sickening to Scar, not only how it was written to be a sort of loving memory of someone, but that this piece of paper was useless to her. She threw it in the empty space, but with no gravity it just floated in front of her, as if mocking her. Before she could conjure up the power to incinerate the paper, purple and familiar metal pieces began to fly by her. They seemed to all be going in a certain direction, as if an invisible force was pulling them somewhere. Scar went to grab the paper and put it back in her pocket. Then she followed the flying pieces of metal.
As she followed it, she began to recognize it as the Anti-monitors protective armor. "No doubt wreckage from when that filthy A.I fused into this monster." After an hour, she followed the pieces until they lead her to a dark planet. She noticed as she got closer that the light of the star in this sector did not touch this planet. It's as of the star dared not to let any bit of happiness or ray of light go near this forsaken planet. Either way, Scar followed. Once she got through the atmosphere of the new planet, she was met with almost complete darkness. If the sky wasn't scattered with stars and cluster of galaxies, then she wouldn't see what was in front of her. She continued on, noticing that the whole land around her was like a cold desert. Scar followed the floating Monitor pieces until they made a stop in a random flat space.
They began to come together, crumbling and stretching to form something that Scar couldn't tell. There was a load sucking sound followed by the sound of something failing to power up. The purple and yellow markings of what once was the Anti-monitors armor was now being turned into a big, black lantern, "A Power battery." Scar gasped. The transformation stopped and the sound's died down, just leaving a simple black battery in the middle of the dark desert.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Scar turned around and found no one around except the growing of a black mist. It became so cold, it felt as if death was creeping around her.
"Who speaks?"
"Who am I? Who are any of us? After all, it won't matter when we're dead."
"Death is only the beginning." Scar said, quoting from a book she had studied on her whole life.
It seemed once she said that, the mist became still, then suddenly came together to form a person. Scar couldn't tell because the mist was still too blurry to make out a figure, but she could tell it was someone. The mist said, "I have waited ages to hear someone say that, surprising to hear it from a Guardian."
"I'm not one of them anymore."
"That's what Krona said."
Scar blinked. "Kro-Krona? You knew him."
"I know him. Just because the former Guardian was stripped of his immortality does not mean he died and was gone. Death is a rich essence." Scar's mouth dropped down almost to the ground. That was a quote from the same book she read her quote. The mist saw Scar's utter confusion and said, "Yes, the Book of the Black. Anyone who has been fascinated with power and death has read from it. I wish I knew the Author, he would have been a great ally for my schemes. As for Krona, he isn't as smart as I am for escaping the Underworld. But if he could, he would be a valuable asset."
"The Underworld? It exists?"
"Of course. The World of the Unliving is famous for its dead criminals. Especially me."
"You, who are you?"
"I am the one who will fulfill the prophecy of the Blackest Night, which I can hear from the way you talk you have read."
"Yes, but if you want the Guardians dead, why have you not attempted to kill me?
"You did say you were not one of them. And besides, I see great potential in you."
Before Scar could even say anything, her wound began to burn so hot, her whole body convulsed out of shock and she fell on her knees. She held her face in pain and cried out. As she did, the mist seemed to form blurry hand and reached out to touch Scar on her forehead. She immediately felt hollow inside and the pain left her instantly. Her cloths changed from there bright red color to a black toga with a black symbol of an upside down arrow with four lines making the line. The symbol was outlined in white. Not only did she physically feel and look different, her emotions…..just seemed to leave her. She felt nothing, no pain, no relief. All she felt was the need for something. Death….and death to those who defied her. She looked up in shock at the mist form and stood up. "What….have you done to me?"
"Do you not like what I have done?"
"No, I….I feel powerful. Unstoppable." She held up her hands ignited them with her power. But instead of white with tinge green, black sparks emitted from her fingertips.
The mist said, "I need someone who can physically take form and at the same time hold death inside. My whole life I've been trying to escape the Underworld, but I have failed only because I need roots here in the land of the living."
Scar asked, "So you aren't physically here."
"No, this is just a way to communicate to those up here. But until I can become physical here, I must stay behind bars in the Underworld. I need to fulfill the Prophecy, and I can help your lust for vengeance. To break free, I will need your help."
"What can I do to free you?"
"I am glad you asked." The mist held up a hand to point to the newly formed battery. "Now that I have found materials that that came from a tool for death, I will need-"
"An embodiment, like the Guardians use for their central battery."
"Exactly."
"But it's empty."
"Not for long." The mist man held out a hand, "That paper you hold…."
Scar was confused, and then she pulled out the drawing of the human man William Blackhand. "But this is useless."
"We can make it useful. As for where it came from, it will also be useful. The book as well. We will form a plan to accomplish it all."
"I need to know though….."
"Yes…."
"Who exactly are you?"
"You may call me….Nekron."
A.N: Yep, I'm going comic book! At least as accurate as I can get. Scar is still alive and the beginning of the end has begun MWAHHAHAH, sorry I just woke up and I'm too energetic. Don't forget, I update on Wednesday. Next we get a sort of filler. You'll see why I'm not making the next part an episode yet. I'm KikaKatTIOI, peace out!