Vlatamerrian Central Station, Vlatavastok, Vlativa
September 15, 2019
1:21 PM
Nate walked through the train station, wearing a heavy coat over Wally West's uniform that he wore. Gar, stayed in his pocket, whispering to him, telling him how to get to the palace.
Nate sighed, it was cold in the mountain town, colder than the Louisiana boy was used to. Though he thought it wasn't cold enough to show his breath in the air, and he hadn't a clue what the white smoke around his face was other than breath.
The steam cleared around him and he saw a steam engine on the platform ahead of him, a small black tank engine with a small passenger car attached to the back.
"They used steam power here?" He wondered out loud.
"Only for cargo or guests to the royal palace," Gar said, "Why, what do you see?"
"A LBSCR Class Tank Engine with extended side tanks, which is weird because I thought all models of that design were sent to scrap yards in the nineteen six-" Nate rambled, Gar, as a fly flew out of his pocket and buzzed in Nate's face.
"Nate, is anyone getting on or off the train?" Gar asked, Nate nodded then looked back at the passenger car. He saw Mercy Graves loading luggage onto it and two conductors opening the doors for Lex Luthor.
"Luthor's boarding," Nate said. Gar flew back into Nate's pocket.
"If it's a steam engine we know exactly where it's going, and you know a lot about trains right?" Gar said.
"Yup," Nate said, cracking his knuckles, "That one only goes forty five miles an hour, we're beating him their by at least an hour."
In a flash he threw off the coat, grabbed Gar in his fist, pulled his mask over his face and ran off for the palace. All before the conductor's whistle blew.
The Hub, Hollywood CA
September 15, 2019
1:42 PM
"No!" Brion shouted, "No, get out, my head get out of it!"
Brion fell off of his bed, wearing nothing but his underwear. Cold beads of sweat lined his forehead, his chest rose and lowered rapidly as he struggled to breath.
Artemis and Violet burst through the door to check on him. Artemis stayed at the door away back, realing what was going on. Violet didn't know the same and ran over to Brion and wrapped her arms around him.
"Get off!" He shouted, breathing even heavier, grabbing her arms and throwing them down. He stood up then sat on his bed. He cupped his face in his hands and started to cry.
"What is wrong," Violet asked, only to receive no answer. Artemis walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Vi, I think he needs a little alone time," Artemis said and the two left the room. Closing the door behind them they started to go downstairs. Next to Brion's door Raven stood, a sharp pain pierced through her head.
She covered her face in agony, she showed Brion what hell looks like. Before she even knew what it was, and now they were both plagued by experiencing it.
Violet walked into the kitchen and sat on the stool closest to the door. She ignored Forager trying to talk to her about his newfound love of pears.
"They taste the same as apples Forager," She sighed. Forager pursed his lips and made a few sad clicking sounds. He walked up to her and put a clawed hand on her shoulder.
"Violet Harper, Brion Markov will be okay," He assured her then left the kitchen with a handful of pears.
Cissie, who was mixing some dough on the counter looked over at Violet, she smiled and waved her over.
"You know what always makes me feel better when I feel helpless," Cissie said, Violet shook her head, "Unbaked cookie dough, and lots of it, and good for you, I had no intention of putting these in the oven."
Violet smiled and walked over Cissie who pulled two spoons that seemed larger than their mouths out from a drawer. With a gleaming smile she handed one to Violet.
Vladivostok, Vlativa
September 15, 2019
2:19 PM
Nate stopped running abruptly only four miles away from the palace. He tripped over and fell face first into the grass and dirt. He groaned softly and released his fist and Garfieild as a fly flew out then morphed into his humanoid form.
Gar crouched behind a tall shrub, he gazed at the castle. It seemed to have run down in the past few months. As if sections of it were gone. At least from the side. Public shots of it were never at this angle.
Nate walked over and crouched down as well. He put the goggles over his eyes and zoomed in on the castle.
"Dude," He whispered, "That section, that was definitely cut out, its to priciece to be erosion." Gar nodded.
"Give me those," Gar said and Nate handed the goggles over. Garfield put them up to his eyes and zoomed in on a different section. There was a crane truck parked outside. He saw Icicle Jr and Red Hood in front of it and Devastation on a beam that was being attached to the hook of the crane.
Talon sat in the arm operator's seat, waiting patiently to raise the crane arm.
"They're demoing it," Gar said. "Slowly, piece by piece."
Nate nodded then took the goggles back, he went to view the crane and saw that Icicle was staring off in their direction. Oh god, Nate thought. Unsure if he said it out loud. He strapped the goggles to his head then grabbed the back of Gar's collar and ran off with him just before a mound of snow and ice froze the bush they his behind.
They ran off to the canyon and rested there. Gar looked around, in the trees but he saw nothing there. He then looked at Nate who now had a red dot lined up on his shoulder blade.
Gar, without thinking, morphed into a rhino and rammed his head into Nate, knowing the boy out of the way. A bullet then flew through the horn on Gar's rhino form.
Garfield yelped in pain and fell to his knees. Nate stood back up and looked high into the trees only to find nothing.
He started to walk backwards and hit a body. He jolted, turned around and stumbled backward when he saw Inertia.
The clone of Bart Allen smirked at him and shook his head. He grabbed the earwing on Nate's cowl, used it like a leash and pulled Nate forwards. Inertia then threw Nate to the ground and started kicking him without mercy. Once he was sure the boy had lost consciousness he stopped and looked up at a tree only a while a way, and up at the very top of the nearly hundred foot tree sat Deadshot holding a McMillan TAC-50
Lawton waved at the clone and Inertia grabbed Nate, slumped the boy over his shoulder and ran off.
Lawton then hooked a line to the branch he sat on. He connected the other end of it to his belt then shimmied down the crown to the ground.
When Lawton's feet touched the soil Inertia returned. Bart's clone smirked at the green rhino on the ground with barley awareness.
"What do we do with him?" Inertia asked.
Lawton then pulled a pistol that he loaded with sedatives and shot Garfield with a tranque.
"Lock him up with the rest." Deadshot ordered, kneeling down with an inhibitor collar in hand. Since Gar was sleeping he reverted to human form. Making it easier to slapped the collar around the boy's neck.
Inertia then picked Gar up and ran off towards the palace.
"Deadshot to Vertigo," Deadshot said after he activated his commlink, "I found Beast Boy and a new Kid Flash snooping in the woods."
Brother Blood nearly jumped out of his skin when Grid hauled Beast Boy and Kid Flash into his new lair. The new Bloodbank. He pointed at two tables, tables that usually would be used for autopsies.
Grid put the bodies of Gar and Nate on the tables. He then left the room.
Blood smiled, he caressed Gar's face then slapped the boy.
"My most prized possession you are boy," He whispered sensenally. He glared at Nate.
"You on the other hand," He sneered, "I'm not going to be needing a Kid Flash wannabe for my experiments."
"Courtney, wake up," Perdita pleaded to Courtney Whitmore who groaned on the floor of their shared cell.
She cradled Courtney's head in her arms and hummed softly. Her blood ran cold when she heard voices and footsteps coming.
She turned around and glared at those who the sound came from. The Terror Twins. They were complaining about being put on guard duty.
"It's not like she's even going anywhere!" Tommy moaned.
Perdita's eyes narrowed and she sighed loudly. Don't remind me, she thought.
The Hub, Hollywood CA
September 15, 2019
2:24 PM
Brion, still in his room with the curtains blacked out and the four wall looking as dark as they've ever been. He trashed the room. If it was able to be broken, melted or shattered, he did that.
He did it well too.
His body was in rock armor form since he didn't want to burn the floor under him. He could feel a presence, not in the room nor his mind. But in the very essence of his soul.
A dark presence. A cold presence. An evil presence. He felt a presence that froze his bones, and stopped his beating heart. A presence that called for him, that desired not only his mind and body, but his heart, his love, fear, hate and anguish was attractive to the presence. So it called.
He looked at the shattered body mirror and saw not himself. But a demon in his place.
"Who are you?" He asked, no answer even after a full minute of silence.
"Tell me," He begged.
"The better question is who are you Brion Markov?" A deep, raspy, chilling voice boomed in Brions ears.
It kept asking that very question, over and over. It sounded like knives being slowly shoved into his brain. He screamed loudly. No one came this time. He grabbed the sides of his head, squeezing his ears harshly. He screamed louder and louder to try and drown out the devilish voice.
"Shut up!" he shouted, "Shut the fuck up!"
He closed his eyes tightly and screamed more. The voice wouldn't stop, and it seemed that additional voices joined in.
Brion then screamed louder, and eventually ran out of breath. He collapsed onto the floor and started to cry. He dared not open his eyes. Even though nothing, or anyone was even there.
Berlin, Germany
April 30, 1945
9:09 PM
Wally ran onto The Legion's timeship's bridge. He planted his ass in the captain's seat and pulled up the holo computer. He swiped away the TV show Thom had been watching earlier that day and pulled up the tracker Booster set on The Darkrider.
"Gideon, track Zoom's trajectory" Wally commanded. He jumped out of the chair on over its back. He walked to the infirmary where Brainiac laid on the bed screaming all bloody hell.
Wally ripped off his cowl and ran over to the boy. He stared at Thom and Mike who just stood there.
"You, get some sedation!" Wally shouted, pointing at the two boys who just looked at each other confusedly. "Fine, I'll do it myself!"
Wally ran to the drawers where he pulled out a syringe full of sedatives and he read its label. Inject in neck, it said. He sighed and ran over to Brainiac who was being held to the table by Imra who used here telekinesis on him.
Wally pulled the cap off the needle and trying his best to stay steady injected it into Brainiac's neck. The boy screamed even louder then it cut off.
Mike attached the EKG to the green skinned boy and it read his vitals were stabilizing.
Wally fell limp on the ground next to the bed with a loud sigh. He shook his head then stood up. With fierce anger in his eyes he approached Thom and Mike.
"I get that usually Quel handles these things," He said coldly in a low voice, "But when he's missing a hand and screaming on a table and nearly breaking Irma's focus on calming him, I need at leat one of you to step up."
Micheal nodded. Thom looked away. Wally sighed then started to go back to the bridge.
"Flash," Giddeon said, "It appears that Professor Zoom is headed to 1997."
Wally stopped in his tracks and groaned. What the hell would he need there?
"Okay, is he still on Earth?" Wally asked, "And where?"
"He is headed to Tamaran, on the exact date it was destroyed in 1997." Giddeon responded. Wally sighed.
"Set a course Giddeon, Thom pilot the ship, Imra keep an eye on Brainy, and Mikey you're doing some research on Tamaran." Wally ordered. The kids ran to their stations.
Wally walked to his quarters on the ship and opened the door. There was little to nothing in the room. His Kid Flash suit was hung on a rack next to the window, a bed with only a couple thin sheets dressed a twin bed and next to it was a lamp and table with an empty drinking cup.
He sat on the bed and sighed. He buried his face in his hands and forced himself not to cry. He looked up at a picture that was in his KF suit's pocket. It was him, Dicka dn Artemis.
In the photo he and Artemis were cuddling on the couch in the old Cave. Dick was mashing dolls of Flash and Green Arrow together behind them.
They had to have been no more than 17 in that picture. Good times, Wally thought. He leaned over and pulled it off the tape he used to attach it to the lampshade. He held it close to his heart and smiled.
"I'll be back Artemis," He swore, "I'll get back to you my spitfire."
Planet Tamaran, Milky Way Galaxy
Sometime in mid 1997
An hour or so later they arrived in the Tamaran system of planets, a day or so before Giddeon said Thawne time jumped to. They beat him there. By a day, but a day was good enough for Wally.
He sat in the Captain's seat on the bridge. Brainiac still lay in the infirmary. Booster sat in the seat in front of Wally, Thom on his left and Irma on his right.
"Hey boss, we made it!" Thom said, he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head and feet on the console. Mike then smirked and opened his wrist gauntlet and fired a small bolt of electricity at the boy.
Thom yelped and fell backwards onto the floor with a loud thud. He glared at Micheal who was now roaring in laughter. Irma rolled her eyes and got up to go back to the infirmary.
Wally sighed. He paid no mind to the boys and prepared to land the ship a few miles from what looked like a castle.
"Giddeon, are humans able to breathe the air here?" He asked.
"The air quality to humans is the same as what 1989 Manhattan would be like sir," Giddeon informed him.
"Good to know," Wally said standing up. He put his cowl back on and looked down to his teammates. "We're at our stop. Let's go."
Outside the ship a few Tamaranian Warriors aimed blasters at the ship's hatch. It started to open and the warriors guns clicked.
"Aku'Ah, Exxs Khu'fa," One soilder shouted when the Waverider's door was wide open and three human males stood on its platform.
"Hama Aku'Ah opa's hjuu'l," A female one said, pushin warriors out of her way. When she got to the front she glared at the leader who stood down. And in a sad voice mumbled something lowly.
The Tamaranian woman was tall, five foot eleven to be precise. Her skin was the lightest shade of orange out of the other present Tamaranians, like a peach color. Her hair came down to her knees in wavy red locks that faded to pink on the tips.
She wore an eggplant colored robe that covered her torso and one of her legs. She also had on a golden belt, wristbands, and tiara.
Her lips were plump and pink, eyes as green as the rolling hills England. She geld a stern look on her face.
Wally could tell she was in charge. She held that demeanor. Her pose was stiff, hand on one hip, and the other hand held a long, two bladed sword. She was easily taller than Booster Gold and Starboy. But her eyes met Wally's just looking straight ahead.
"Booster, can Skeets translate to Tamaranian?" Wally asked, glancing at Mike was programing Skeets to do that very thing. Wally then looked to his otherside at Thom who was practally drooling over the Tamaranian woman.
"Got it, Skeets set your comlink to broadcast Tamaranian to them and English to you." Micheal said. Wally gave a nod.
"I know not what English is, but I understand what the two of you have said." The Tamaranian said, "Even before you programmed your droids."
Micheal gave Wally an apologetic smile and had Skeets connect to his backpack and go into stasis.
"Okay, good." Wally said with a nod.
"Now tell me who you are and why you are on my planet," She snarled, "Or I'll have my men to kill you where you stand."
Wally moaned under his breath. Mike and Thom exchanged worried glances then looked back at their leader who still stood staring at into the woman's fiery eyes.