Immortal Undeath
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to DC or Marvel. I own Farrah/Persiana, Leon/Crisis, and Bast.
Chapter 11: To the Rescue
Hippolyta and Diana were not happy to say the least. Donna was more than just an Amazon to these two; she was family. Despite the literally chilling reception Donna gave to her sister, Wonder Woman was still determined to find her. She was a little composed about this, more so than her mother. Hippolyta, in another room, swore and screamed,
"THAT MAN IS DEAD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM!"
A loud crash was heard and Arsenal winced,
"Your mother is taking this better than I thought she would."
The older Amazon princess glared at the red-headed archer,
"Was that supposed to be funny?"
Roy shook his head,
"No, but I do agree that Daken is dead when we find him."
He touched his artificial arm and Diana nodded in understanding,
"He did that to you, didn't he?"
Roy nodded,
"Yeah. I pushed Donna out of the way. Bastard was gonna decapitate her in Kasnia."
Diana said,
"Is that why you decided to be with her, because she would feel grateful?"
The archer looked at the warrior, explaining,
"No, before that. She wanted us to work again, and well…it got pretty passionate."
Roy looked up and saw Diana's face. He was expecting her to pummel him for saying it. He expected a tongue lashing. He expected a violent reaction to what he just said. Strangely enough, however, all he got from Diana was this very calm response,
"Thank you."
Another crash was heard, and Captain America said,
"What about calming Hippolyta down?"
Farrah smiled,
"By all means, go ahead."
Steve blinked,
"You want me to go in there?"
Fury shrugged,
"Well, you are the one she likes."
Satana looked up from her bridal magazine,
"I can't. I'm planning my wedding."
Deadpool, dressed with a bridal veil on his head, added,
"Besides, I need to get measured for what I'm going to wear for this thing."
He began flipping through the stacks of bridal magazines that the two were sitting on and the Merc-with-a-mouth pointed,
"Oooh! Oooh! This one! This one, Satana! This one!"
The half-demon sorceress looked at the picture, and then, with a dead-panned expression, said,
"No, Wade. Not that décor."
Wade groaned,
"But, you like chains and fire!"
Satana said,
"In the honeymoon suite, I do. Not on my wedding day."
She then noticed the veil and ripped it off of Deadpool's head,
"Besides, you are going out and getting measured for a tux. I'm going to wear the dress."
Persiana turned to Crisis, quipping,
"I don't see her in white? Does anybody else?"
Satana snarled,
"I heard that, hairball. I was going to make you a bridesmaid, but now, you're not coming at all."
The cat-woman shrugged,
"Whatever. I wasn't planning on attending anyway."
Superman groaned,
"Could we get back to the task at hand? We need to find Daken and rescue Donna from whatever Crucifer has planned."
Barry looked at J'onn,
"Has it always been this crazy since I died?"
The Martian Manhunter said,
"All that and more."
The Flash blinked,
"And I thought things were wild when Hal got drunk and challenged Hawkman to a fight."
Hawkgirl grinned,
"Really? That must have been a spectacle to see."
Hawkman growled slightly at that,
"You shouldn't. It was not pleasant to see."
The Man of Steel shook his head, holding his head in his hands. Getting the League organized like this had never been this difficult…
Meanwhile…
Batman, Zatanna, and Fury were discussing what to do next. Zatanna was busy chanting a spell,
"The thing with these powerful artifacts is that they are not as easy to track down as you might think. Because this is old magic, though, it may be easier to track than-."
Then, the spell she was casting suddenly flared up, a billowing smoke cloud appeared in her hands. Through the cloud, the three people saw Daken and Ra's al Ghul meeting somewhere in the desert. However, there did not seem to be any landmarks or points of interest that they could find.
A voice from the doorway smirked,
"My father is smart enough to know that you would use magic to track him."
Talia was leaning against the doorway as the three turned. Batman immediately whirled around on Fury,
"How long has she been here?"
Fury shrugged,
"A while."
The former head of SHIELD did not seem to be phased the way others would be at Batman's glare. The Dark Knight looked back at Talia,
"What are you doing here, Talia?"
Zatanna had an immediately jealous glare about her as Talia said,
"My father is holding our son hostage. Fury has agreed to help me get him back."
She then smirked at Zatanna, saying cryptically,
"The most obvious path is not always the best one."
The daughter of the Ra's then left. Zatanna shook her head,
"Bitch. And, what did she mean by 'our son'?"
Batman did not say a word, but simply turned around,
"Use a spell to find Troia."
The tuxedo-clad sorceress shrugged and went to casting.
Meanwhile…
Bast was lying in the infirmary. Her wound was not healing. She shook her head, noticing her robes were stained with her blood. Crucifer had delivered a critical blow through Daken and she was bleeding out. It was taking all of her strength just to keep herself alive. But, the goddess of felines was not going to die a vain death. She needed to do something.
Getting up from the bed, she began walking. Bast was determined to do this last thing before her passing. She slowly made her way to where Farrah's children were lying in slumber. Tigra was with them. She looked back and saw Bast. The tigress was a bit surprised and put the baby she was holding down,
"Bast, what are you doing here?"
The goddess looked back,
"Please. I have a little time left. The wound was tainted by Crucifer and we have no time. Please, let me do this one final act so I can die peacefully."
Greer swallowed nervously,
"I'll help you get back to the infirmary. I'm sure-."
Bast hissed loudly,
"NO! I WILL NOT!"
She swayed a little, but the feline goddess steadied herself. Through teary eyes, she pleaded,
"Let me. Please."
Tigra did not know why, but she sensed that this was the thing to do. She backed away,
"All right. Do what you have to. How can I help?"
Bast directed,
"I must be in the center of the room for this to work."
Tigra backed away and the goddess began channeling whatever strength she had left. Her eyes glowed brightly and a hieroglyphic mark began appearing in the room. Traced out, the mark began to glow and engulf the babies in a brilliant light. Tigra felt it calming and warm. Her eyes closed and she felt soothed by it. Bast clenched her fists and chanted in an ancient language. Though Tigra did not understand a syllable of what was happening, she did feel a connection to it. It was almost by instinct that she understood.
Bast clutched her hand tightly and, it began to loosen up. In her hand was an amulet, and it was glowing. Bast's eyes were also glowing; the same color as the amulet. The amulet was a small cat and, as Tigra could see it, it was a spotted cat. Bast then said,
"Find the next one. The amulet will show you the way."
A light blinded everyone in the room and, when the light completely subsided, Bast lay on the floor, dead. Tigra went near her and she noticed that, through it all, Bast had a smile on her face. Greer smiled, whispering,
"Thank you."
Persiana and some of the Howling Commando members and League members came at the door. Farrah asked,
"What happened?"
Tigra explained,
"Bast is dead."
She held the amulet,
"She asked me to find the next one with this."
Just then, there was a call. Batman said,
"We have a location on Troia and the artifact."
Next Chapter:
The League and the Howling Commandos close in on Daken's location. Will they get there in time to stop Crucifer's permanent resurrection? Stay tuned, fellow readers!