Chapter 40: Help is Needed

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The Man:
Turning my head to the first people to arrive, I turn the stove to low and offer both Snart and Kyle a stack of pancakes.

"Help yourself," I say, shaking in front of them a bottle of maple syrups. "Be generous . however. That's the only bottle of syrups we got."

Surprisingly, not so surprisingly, the two were very hesitate of my pancakes. It wasn't Dr. Crane show up and started digging in that they follow.

"Hey doc," I says, sliding onto the table a plate of smoked sausages. "How are the two?"

"They're fine," the doc reply, wiping some falling syrups from his mouth. "They checked out of the incubator awhile ago and I show them to their rooms. The three of them should be here soon."

"Okay."

One by one, the other Insurgents walk in; Ivy, Harleen, Oliver, Dinah, Kara, and even Barry himself. Thought slow to take a seat, they eventually felt comfortable enough to fill their stomachs. Well, everyone except the "fastest man alive".

"How can you guys eat this," he asks, pushing away a plate.

"It's foods," Cold reply, stuffing his face with some bacon and sausages. "It's really delicious foods!"

"Yeah," Harleen says, joining in with a mouthful of waffles and syrups. Closing and swallowing the mouthful, she then move onto the scramble eggs I prepared.

"Hey," the professor says, reaching over the table. "Please hand me the orange juice."

"Here you are," Jason reply, grabbing the pitcher and handing it over. "Hey, can you give me the milks?"

"Sure," Jaime says, giving the Jason the gallon of milk.

"Are you not eating anything," Kara asks, putting down fork with a piece of meat on it.

"Yeah no," Crane interrupts, wiping his mouth again. "He doesn't really eat. Or at least, I've never once seen him eat."

"Really? Once?"

"I do eat," I yell from afar. "I just tend to do it without others watching and by my lonesome."

About to offer the last batch of pancakes, waffles, bacon, eggs, and sausages, I then when someone barge in.

"I need to go," Green Lantern screams, bringing up his flashing green ring. "I need to go now!"

"Oh shoot," I says, looking between breakfasts and Green Lantern. "I completely forget about you. Here, you can have this last batch. Be warn however, we're out of syrups and very low on juice and milks."

Offering him the foods and nudging him toward an empty spot at the table, he shove it aside and brought back his flashing ring.

"I need to go now," he repeats, "Oa need me! Where's the exit! Aaahh! Nevermind! Give me one of those teleporters! I can use that instead!"

"Hey easy there early bird," I say, dropping the pans and plates. "What's going on? What's with the sudden urge to leave?"

"Didn't you hear me! Oa need me! They're under attack!"

"Under attack," Barry says, getting up from the table. "What do you mean by under attack? By who? Superman?"

Walking right up to Hal and bumping me aside, he then look at the ring. Taking a step back, Hal raise the ring high into the air. Once high enough, a voice then start talking.

"Hal," a voice yells, the sound of explosive almost canceling it out completely. "Hal! This is Guy here! I'm on Oa! We're under attack by yellow lanterns! We need your help! Get here now!"

"Guy," Kara repeats, looking around the table. "Who's Guy?"

"Guy Gardner," I answers, lending back. "Fellow green lantern. He was here on earth until Superman started teaming with yellow lanterns. Moved to Oa in case of attack. From what I heard, he made a smart choice."

"Gardner," Hal yells into his ring. "Gardner! Are you there! Answer me! Hello? Hello! Shoot! Oa! I need to get back to Oa now! Where's the exit in this place!"

"That's way," I says, nudging toward the base's portal. "But before you go, we really should talk."

"Talk about what," Hal asks, walking away. About three steps later, he then turn around, his arm raise. "Wha-What the?"

My arm also raise, I pull Hal's ring right off his finger and onto my, a bright-green force field appearing around me and sending shockwave throughout.

"Wh-Wh-Wh-" Hal repeats while staring and sitting on the ground. "Ho-How-How did you do that! You-you pull the ring right off my finger! Impossible! That-That's-That's-"

"Impossible," I say, clapping my hands together. "That's impossible. Is that why you were going to say? Please say yes. Your stuttering is getting incredibly annoying."

"How did you do that," Hal asks again, getting up and looking at his empty finger. "You shouldn't have been able to do that. A green lantern chosen you. You don't choose it."

"I didn't choose it "dumbledork"," I reply, looking at the ring. "I mean, well, I did choose to rip it out of your hand but other than that, no, the ring did not choose me."

"Then why did it fly onto your finger," Bar asks, getting up from the table.

"Because my will is strong," I reply, stretching my arm high into the air and summoning a dragon, its flapping wings making hurricane and its roar causing a few to go temporary deaf.

"Ah man," I say when I realizing the "hurricane" was making some plates fly off the table. Stopping with the dragon, I then summon a few people to pick up the broken plates. "At least the foods survive. I would be very mad at myself if I wasted eggs and pancakes."

Everyone getting out of the way as the "green people" bend down to pick up the plates, I turn my head when I saw Hal trying to do something. His arm was stretch out and he was groaning.

"What on earth are you doing?"

"Trying to summon back my ring," he reply, "Like you did. If you did it, then I can do it too."

"Oh yeah, I can really feel the tugging. Oh, oh, oh, it's getting stronger. Stronger. Strong. Oh wait, no, that's just gravity. It's making my arm tired."

Despite letting my arm fall to my side, the "green people" stay strong, making a small pile of trash. Once done, I nudge my head and summon forth a brush, a dust pan, and a trash bin. Moving the trash onto the dust pan, I empty it into the trash bin and move it away completely.

"Thanks you," I say, saluting the green people. Saluting me back, they then all vanish. Turning back to Hal, I pull off his ring and toss it back at him, Hal barely catching it.

"So again, your will is weak. Really, really, freaking will. Like, it's a freaking miracle you can even get the green outer aura. Then again, it's very pale. More like a green you associate with vomit then the normal green you picture when you think of "green lanterns"."

"Hey," Hal screams, aiming his ring at me. "You want to say that again. My will is fine. It is strong. It is-"

Grabbing and twisting his hand, Hal follow and lean to his left. Moaning and groaning, Flash rush from around the table to our side. However, before he could interfere, I shot out my arm and stop him.

"Don't," I order, keeping him at arm length. "This is a simple test. I want Hal to summon something, anything, and use it to break out of my grip. Do it. Prove your will is strong than my."

Shoving Barry away, I then look Hal in his eyes. His eyes meeting my sunglasses, he clutch his hands and his ring begin to glow brighter than before. Summoning what look like the claw in one of those old machines, he latch it onto my wrist and tighten.

Giving him a few minutes, I eventually grab the whole claw itself and crush it with my bare hand.

"Try again."

This time, a giant hand appearing beside us, it grab my arm and try to pull me away. Despite its effort, I stay right here I was, not moving an inch. A few minutes later, I slash at the hand with my own hand, cutting right through it and making it disappear.

Screaming as I let go of him, he drop to his knees and arms.

"Like I said, your will is too weak to fight. Before you go flying back to Oa, at least spend some times training with me in the battle ground."

"Battle ground," Hal repeats, getting up.

"Or training ground. Personally, I prefer calling them the battle ground. Sound way more awesome, doesn't it?"