AN: And now, for something entirely different…Blitzkrieg may be the intrepid hero, but he is not the only point of view we have witnessed thus far…now, we shall see more of the others.

Outta This World: The Call Beyond Edition

Arc Two: Deathstroke

Chapter Seven: A Chapter without Blitzkrieg

Jacob walked the final steps of his journey, the First Hunter sitting under the old tree that served as his current resting place. "So, you've passed all of the tests. Good for you…" The man stood up from his wheelchair, and the younger Hunter noticed the curved blade that rested on the older man's side. "But now you have a choice to make, young man…either serve me and my Hunter's Church or go on and forge your own destiny."

"If you choose the first, then kneel before me and swear your allegiance. If not…" The older man grinned. "Then you must face me and the Employer for your freedom."

Jacob shifted, then pulled the hammer on his pistol back. The man's grin grew.

"So be it, boy."

The Old Hunter moved.

And yet Jacob was faster.

Ashley Creedence—also known to some places in the multiverse as Vector—sat down in the office chair provided to her by Six. She was no longer acting as vibrant as she was earlier. Instead of standing straight at tall, she now slumped over. Instead of staring Six in the eyes, her gaze was focused on the front of his desk. Instead of emanating the confidence found in most people of Ashley's position, Six only sensed doubt and weakness.

Six let the corner of his lips twitch upwards. He could use this.

"You've been assigned a mission." He said, sliding a file across the desk. "You are to infiltrate the HIVE academy, pose as one of it's students, and eliminate the Anomaly known as Blitzkrieg."

Vector read over the file, vacant eyes scanning the words on the paper. "Any teammates?"

"Two." Six replied. "Archangel and a new recruit."

"New?"

"A Church Hunter."

There was silence for a moment. Then, Vector spoke again.

"You're not telling me everything, Councilman Six." She accused.

Six smirked. "What is not in the file, you will learn in time."

This is not your true mission.

Twelve stood in the back of the room, arms crossed and leaning against a wall. With him stood Eight, a muscular bearded man wearing olive drab and a light brown scarf. His left hand was replaced by a red-colored cybernetic, and his right eye was covered by an eyepatch. His face was a mess of scars, yet remained somewhat handsome, and his brown hair was tied back into a ponytail. Eight turned towards Twelve.

"Jacob will be joining us today."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement of fact.

"…If he hasn't already joined the ranks of the Church Hunters." Twelve mused. "Or been killed."

Eight gave the other man a wry smirk. "Have you ever been told to have more faith in others, Twelve?"

"Many times." The other man replied. "But I've never really taken that advice to heart."

A bell sounded, and the door opened…

And two figures walked out.

Cecil Windwalker grimaced as he watched the footage of the HIVE's battle against the Teen Titans for what must have been the thousandth time. "Something's not right about this…" He muttered as he watched the street disintegrate underneath the feet of both the HIVE trio and Blitzkrieg.

A hand rested on his shoulder. "Still obsessing over the latest superhero team, Cecil?"

Cecil smiled as he turned the chair towards the other person in the room. "Taylor, you know what we're supposed to be doing here."

Taylor—a 5'3" young woman with brunette hair and glasses—smiled back. "Oh, I know. I just think that you're a tad paranoid, given that it was one fight. And besides…" She continued, pointing at Blitzkrieg's likeness on the screen. "Of course there's something unusual here. After all, you said that he wasn't part of these events."

Cecil chuckled, and turned his attention back to the screen. "Perhaps you're right, Tay…perhaps you're right."

Twelve gaped as he stared at the two figures emerging from the darkness of the Yharnam gate. Both the First Hunter and Jacob had survived their battle, both carrying wounds, but alive, nonetheless. Eight walked forward, looking the Old Man in the eye. "You're both alive."

The Old Man chuckled. "True…but the boy beat me where it counted." He said, turning back to his student. "The student has surpassed the teacher, as it was meant to be."

Eight turned towards Jacob. "Is that so?" He asked. Jacob nodded. He turned back to the Old Man. "Then why didn't he kill you."

The Old Man shrugged. "He is not a Hunter of Hunters."

Twelve didn't quite understand, but Eight seemed to grasp what the Old Man was talking about. Said Council Member nodded his head and turned back to Jacob. "So, you will be joining us then?"

Twelve could only see the boy's eyes because of the mask, but even he could tell that Jacob was wearing a manic grin.

In a place where dreams come true, a man in golden armor watched all of these events with a disgusted look on his face as he watched a number of events, past, present, and future.

He watched as men of steel died and dark knights fell. He watched as heroes became reviled as murderers and murderers become worshiped as heroes. He watched as worlds were destroyed by wars, diseases, and worst. He watched as the heroes that he had once fought alongside failed time and time again. He watched as those undeserving were chosen to become the guardians of their worlds.

The man in the golden armor looked at one particular image. The image of a man in black clothes wearing a black helmet. This was perhaps the most disappointing one to the man in gold, the feeling making itself evident by the frown on the man's face. "You sought to create a world where a Crisis could never happen again, David." The man spoke, his fingers curling into a fist. "You could have created the perfect world, my old friend." The man rested his arm against the strange wall of images. "But you've only ever focused on keeping order."

The man lowered his arm. "You disappoint me."

A young man in a three-piece suit and a top hat walked into the dark of the massive cavern. He carried no light to guide his path, only relying upon the cane he carried. His vibrant green eyes and fiery red hair seemed to glow in the dark, providing a small amount of light. When he reached the back of the cavern, he spoke.

"Seald." His voice echoed throughout the cavern, and something unseen began to glow a dim blue. Then, a second voice spoke.

"Cire." The voice spoke with a deep, ominous tone.

"Have you sensed it?" Cire queried.

"Yes. Jacob Winters has returned from Yharnam."

"The time of Reunion is soon then."

"Yes. Continue your work with Slade and his daughter. The Oath shall be renewed."

AN: Next up, we have Blitzkrieg meeting Zero. We also get more of Seventh, Slade, and we meet the two storm bros!