Angel used her recovered power to tear open a portal between dimensions. It was large enough for a chopper to fit through. The team rushed to gather their supplies and get through the portal before it closed. Blue could only stare transfixed at the rift. A tap at her shoulder told her it was time to go.
Blue climbed into Plisskin's chopper, the scarlet lighting causing purple afterimages to dance behind her eyes. Plisskin sat in the cockpit, monitoring the controls and getting ready for flight. Blue could feel the vibrations beneath her feet as the engine worked, and the rotors spun. Plisskin glanced over his shoulder at Blue. He smiled, but didn't speak. Blue wasn't sure if he was telling her that flying in a chopper wasn't as frightening as it seemed, or if he was searching for a sign that her world wouldn't be as bad as the castles.
Blue smiled back, but it felt forced. She actually didn't know what to expect when they crossed the threshold, and entered her world. She just hoped the Superior hadn't done too much damage, although deep inside she knew it probably wasn't true.
The chopper raised itself into the air, tree leaves whirling around the base. Blue held into the chopper railing, staring outside as Plisskin gradually moved the chopper towards the blue celestial light. Blue stared transfixed at the portal. She remembered seeing the shimmering glow in the series, but it dulled in comparison to witnessing it's ethereal light this close. Plisskin gave no reaction. Probably because he'd flown through it countless times Blue couldn't understand how someone could become jaded to this.
The fractured cobalt light washed over them, radiating out like white flower petals. Then, she saw destruction.
"Are those... Evils?" She watched the ruined suburbs below them as humanoid creatures tore through homes and construction, knocking over power lines and blowing up transformers. Blood lined the streets of the world. Her world. She shut her eyes, hoping everyone she knew was safe.
In a way, she felt responsible for this. The Superior's motives were of her creation, and her world was ruined because of him. She could no longer blame her characters for the destruction, if she didn't create them in the first place.
"Blue?" Beecher's voice sounded behind her, but Blue didn't turn to look at him.
"I'm fine." She said bitterly. "Where are we? I don't recognize this area."
"I brought us as close to the Superior as possible," Angel's eyes were set alight. "Your world isn't much different from ours. He's in Washington, grabbing power from the source."
Blue let this sink in. He didn't wait before establishing his domination. Everything was happening too fast.
Etrius saw the chaos unfolding in her eyes. He approached her. "Blue-" He didn't know what to say to her.
Blue sighed. "Let's just find the Superior and hope for the best. If we can take him down, there's a chance I can fix this mess."
"If we can take him down." Boomer stared at Blue's world from the chopper window. "I've never seen any world like this before."
"That's because we lived in a resource-deprived, war-torn wasteland, Boomer." Beecher responded, but Boomer's attention shifted away from him. His eyes were focused on the storage area, where extra crates of weapons and supplies were stacked and little light was shed.
Etrius noticed the focused look on Boomer's face. "Boomer?"
Blue followed his gaze, staring at the storage area. Her heart pounded, beating against her rib cage. Her blood turned to ice.
Without warning, Boomer tore from his seat and grabbed a crate. He hurled it to the side, causing the chopper to tilt slightly.
Lloyd rose from his hiding position. His sword flashed as he held it to Boomer's throat, but after seeing it was his team member, he sheathed it. "You don't always have to be so brutal, Boomer."
"Lloyd?" Blue laughed, but the sound was far from amused. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Lloyd's eyes were steady as they assessed her. "This is my mess. I'm going to fix it."
"No you're fucking not." Blue wagged her finger. "This is my mess, not yours."
"It is my mess because the Superior wouldn't have found us if I just waited longer."
"It's my mess because I wrote you the way I did!"
Etrius stepped between the two. He glared daggers at Lloyd. "Now is not the time to fight over this bullshit. Lloyd's here. Big fucking deal. Let's just get rid of the Superior!"
Blue pulled her lips back into a distasteful grimace. "Fine." Her voice was acidic, putting Lloyd's teeth on edge.
The rest of the chopper ride was spent in silence. Lloyd stared out the chopper window at Blue's world with interest. Once towering and majestic buildings and homes were decimated, freaks weaving in between the destruction and praying on whoever was left. His grip tightened on his sword. He wanted to throw himself from the chopper and help these people from another world. But they had to get to the Superior first. Everyone else could hold out until they fixed this. A sense of dread and apprehension plummeted inside him.
"How could he have done so much damage?" Blue made her way past the team towards the back of the chopper, and tapped on the wall. A hidden screen flipped out, and Blue's fingers flew across the keyboard. Plisskin stared in disbelief through the domed windshield reflection. "How the hell..." Not even he knew that existed.
Blue opened a newsbroadcast page and zoomed in on the first image. It was the Superior. Standing in front of the White House with his usual sick grin. The former president lay dead at his feet.
"Teh. Serves him right." Blue muttered.
Etrius frowned. "What?"
"Nothing. It's no wonder he caused so much destruction. He took over the governments system in your universe. Now he's doing the same thing here. He's tipped the balance. Made other countries go to war with each other. Fed off their money and power." She frowned. "Not like he's the first to do it, anyways." She turned to Plisskin. "Washington DC. Do you have enough fuel to get us there?"
Plisskin frowned at her through the reflection. "We can't take a plane? That's a seven hour flight."
Blue crossed her arms. "The airport terminals are either closed down or destroyed. And I can't afford eight fucking tickets."
Boomer was leaning against the chopper's wall, brooding. "Creators shouldn't be poor."
"Well, my world's pretty fucked up. Same as yours was, actually. Now let's get this done."