*Spoilers*
School sucks. That's all I have to say. I'm sorry that I took so long, but I've had to deal with all the end-of-the-year tests.
It doesn't help that I've had to do them all in french. =P
But anyway, I did it! INSaNITY is now back up and running. Maybe. If my computer will stop dying on me.
Disclaimer: If I owned these shows, Young Justice wouldn't be so painful to watch, would be going slower, and Teen Titans would still be running.
Was the earth tearing in half?
That was the only thought that crossed Red Arrow's mind as the ground shook underneath his feet. His shredded and burnt costume hung off his skin, maintaining little dignity as the fabric stuck stubbornly to his skin.
The sky began rapidly covering with clouds as rain and lightning harassed the city, touching down closer to home than he liked.
The dark was creeping over them faster and faster, and he knew that he had to be out there.
With one last glance towards the door to make sure no one would come for him, he darted towards the open window and snatched his quiver off the ground, slinging his bow over his shoulder. He just managed to get his shoulders through when a nurse walked by and caught him.
He escaped before she could even call for help.
Now his feet were pounding against the concrete as he ran for the zeta-tubes. The sky was dark, but slashes of red from an abnormally early sunset were bleeding angrily into the sky as more lightning struck the ground. The streets were in a state of panic, and he needed help.
But where was Ollie? His mentor should have been here by now, helping him out with keeping the streets under control.
He stopped suddenly, lurching against the rain covered cement as a masked figure stared back at him, standing inches away from him.
She leapt forward and wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. Her wooden mask pressed into his face as she pressed herself into him, but then suddenly let go.
A bright red light flashed on her wrist, lighting up the black wristband it was attached to. She held another one up and slid it one his wrist, nodding towards the red light.
And then she was gone, mingling back into the crowd of panicked pedestrians.
He stood rooted to the spot for a moment, watching the spot that the forgotten girl had stood, as if he thought she would reappear if he willed her to.
But all that remained was the wrist band, so he decided to try and calm those who needed help.
But the more he tried to help, the more panic and chaos seemed to ensue. Windows were smashed, cars had been flipped, and fires were springing up everywhere.
He didn't know how to ease their fear, and the police didn't seem to be able to help either.
Actually, where were the police? They were no where to be seen, leaving him alone with the crowd.
He could still vaguely feel the earth shaking beneath his feet, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.
Another scream ripped through the air and he spun to try and pinpoint it, swimming through the crowd to try and help.
The ground shook harder this time, shaking like footsteps instead of an earthquake. He pushed through, locating the source of the screams.
He found a small child with her eyes fixated on a point above the crowd. Her eyes were overflowing with tears and she clutched an old ragdoll to her chest like a lifeline.
He kneeled down and looked her in the eyes, holding her free hand.
"It's okay." He muttered, patting her head. "What's wrong?"
She pulled her hand free and held a shaking finger up to point at whatever she was staring at.
He turned around with his free arm poised to pull an arrow from his quiver, but stopped dead in his tracks.
A huge black creature stood over him, water running down its face like rivers as the rain pounded it unrelentingly. Its cold amber eyes stared at him through the vine like dread locks that hung from its face as its ears laid back on its head. He watched it lower its head to snarl at him, revealing rows and rows of sharp steak knives.
He picked up the girl without a second thought, scooping her up in his arms to carry her to safety. His heart pounded his chest like a trapped bird and he felt tears prick behind his eyes.
They were back.
And he was next.
~S~
Thousands of monitors littered the walls of the command center as footage appeared from all over the world. In the middle of the room was a zeta platform which lit up every few seconds as more and more heroes tumbled in, all freezing and wet no matter where they came from.
Images flitted across the screen of creatures and people that were supposedly dead. The poisonous ferrets in Mongolia, the Shadow Brothers in Britain and the Distortions in Star city.
The Team was amazed by what they saw. This team had stayed unnoticed for years, yet they were so big.
An image of Red Arrow appeared on screen and Garth winced. He was passing a small child to a man as he ushered the crowd away. He pulled an arrow from his quiver, and the footage disappeared right as he let it go.
More heroes filed in, most evading The Team like they were infected with some contagious disease while others came up and tried to strike up conversation. It was confusing, watching the room divide itself.
"Cy, Bee, Garth Mas and Menos, please report to Star City. Jinx and Starfire, join them please." A voice called out over a P.A system. The named heroes all returned to the zeta platform, although Starfire and Jinx were reluctant to go.
Wally stood soaking wet in both sweat and rain as he watched Jinx leave for one of the most dangerous places he could imagine. A piece of him left with her, and he hoped it was enough to keep her alive.
"Come along then." Hot Spot said with an icy tone. "I've got to show you around."
His posture was defensive and he walked stiffly, like he was standing next to a terrorist instead of his old friends.
They followed slowly, looking around and trying to avoid the glares some people were sending.
"As you can see, some of us are still kind of bitter about you guys leaving." He said uncharacteristically.
"You're no exception." Robin noted, using an old tone of voice that suggested that Hot Spot back down, but the pyro-kenetic remained rigid.
"Yeah, well you can't blame me. You did just disappear." He muttered something else and shrugged, nodding towards another white corridor. "There's the infirmary bay, in case you get hurt."
But none of his directions really stuck in their minds. The hideout was built like a labyrinth, full of winding hallways and glass walls; it had a white on white theme bordered with chrome and black. All hallways were the same, and some doors seemed to lead to nothing.
"You've already seen the zeta wing, but let's go back. Maybe then we can send you back to your handlers and get this all sorted out." Hot Spot said bitterly, lacing each word with as much venom as he thought they deserved.
They caught sight of Beast Boy on their way back. He was struggling with control, shackles on his wrists holding him restrained to the wall as his skin bulged and then returned to normal. His eyes were screwed shut in concentration, but deep growls still ripped free from his mouth.
"What's happening to him?" M'gann asked innocently, not realising what she was triggering.
"He's grieving." Hot Spot snapped, looking away from the scene with a new look on his face. Heartache.
Argent stood next to the boy, trying to calm him without getting too close. She locked eyes with their guide before looking back towards the struggling shape shifter, the same expression on her face as well.
They were attacked by a barrage of sound as they swung open the doors to the Zeta wing. Panicked voices were escalating as every single monitor showed the scene in Star city.
From footage taken from a security camera they watched everything happen live.
They had walked in just soon enough to see Cyborg torn in two.
That last line, that's already happened in a comic book, if I'm not mistaken. Cy was torn apart by a random alien robot thing... And then Donna (Donna, my darling, where did you go? They skipped you in YJ! DX) got amnesia or something... She became a goddess and stuff... /Shot for being so ignorant/
And, are you guys happy with YJ Invasion? I'm not the biggest fan of it because, well, I feel like everything they've worked towards has been thrown out the window. *COUGH SuperMartian COUGH*
And Lagon is a jerk to Supey...
And where's Garth? D'X Where's my Roy/Garth fluff? Why is Roy married? *Cries in a corner because of my obsession with Red Arrow.*
Anyway, reviews for the nostalgic?