Hi!
Looks like I back to wright sad one-shots. Although, this will probably end up being a two or three-shot.
Also, this takes place during Invasion.
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice!
Wally's eyes searched the crowd. It was thick with people moving in and out. Everyone was trying to get where they needed to go. The air was tense, just on the edge of panic.
Wally desperately pushed through people, his eyes pleading.
He was scared. Beyond scared
He was lost.
Megan watched as her cookies baked underneath the warm oven lights. Silence had settled over the small kitchen, and yet all she could hear were the angry voices in her head.
Angry at her.
"What have you done!? "
"How could you have fallen so far?"
"I wouldn't even call you my friend."
Selfish. Disgusting. Monster.
Megan leaned against the oven handle, her eyes burning.
"Just leave...
Hot tears rolled down her face.
...You're too far gone."
Artemis stared at the shattered glass in front of her. Every shard held her disoriented reflection. Cold eyes and a stone heart.
Every piece was someone Broken in the wake of her destruction.
Every piece was her desperate regret.
Every piece was the pain she had caused.
The lies she agreed to tell. The part she agreed to play.
Every moral and belief broken before her eyes. All for what? A bit of hope?
Worst of all, She never hesitated.
Artemis turned away, too ashamed to look any longer.
Conner rolled over in his sheets.
He was met with the sight of the empty wall.
He thought of nothing, what was there left to think?
He didn't even know what love was anymore.
Dick choked up the water in his lungs. There was a roaring in the air, a ringing in his ears. He could feel sand underneath his damp clothes.
Someone was sobbing, He ignored it.
He sat up, red blaring into his vision.
When he opened his eyes the world seemed to spin into motion.
Before him Mount justice was in flames, ashes covered the once clean beach as the smoke rose into the clear sky.
Their home.
It was all gone.
ThiswasnttheplanThiswasnttheplanThiswasnttheplan
He dug his hands into the sand in front of him, but he couldn't breathe.
He didn't cry.
He didn't laugh.
He just sat there.
He couldn't feel anything.
Kaulder smiled at his father after their success. With a quick word of congratulation his father left the room.
It left him alone.
He didn't care, he didn't want to see anyone anyways.
Heros he had once worked with hated him.
Villains he now worked with loved him.
His father, a man of terrible ways, looked at him with pride for doing things he never wanted to do.
He wanted his father to love him and be proud- but for what?
Hurting people?
His team, people he had led, looked at him with disgust because of the lies they had been told.
He didn't want that… but if it meant success wasn't it worth it?
Every part of their twisted plan is held by the strings of lies and desperation. Forcing everyone who was deceived down a dark painful path and everyone who deceived into guilt and stress.
He once was the leader of a now broken team.
A team that had fallen to pieces after he left.
He had left the world on their shoulders.
Every lie, every plan, every mistake.
The cost was too much.
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