Tomboy13, I have Flash at about 20 or 21, 'cause my older Brother is very much like Flash at times, (Just without the superpowers!) Thanks for the reviews, let continue...
John had gone off to hunt around Earth while Diana had gone to watch the monitors, or at least that's what they had said. Shayera believe it was because J'ohn and Batman had not told her to leave...yet. Superman had also disappeared to look through some of the files on their enemies to see who had been released and who might be plotting against them.
"You should rest." J'ohn said as he passed her.
"No. I want to be here for him." J'ohn paused and studied his old friend, still his friend.
"He believes you, you know. He always thought you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. I'm beginning to believe myself." Shayera allowed a small smile to pass her lips. Flash had been ill for a good three hours and no tranquilliser could stop the pain Flash felt, he kept arching his back and moaning.
"It's good to know someone still trusts me." She mumbled to herself as J'ohn left the infirmary.
"It's good to know you're still here to trust." She sighed in relief and looked down at Flash's face.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, taking his out stretch hand.
"Won't complain...much." He smiled passed the pain. Shayera stood up and went to the com on the wall.
"Superman? He's awake, do you want to come down?" The was static and then an answer.
"Yes! I'll tell John and the others to come up."
"Wings? What...happened?" Flash gasped, holding his sides. She flinched and came up next to him.
"Try not to move, Batman will find a cure for you."
"How is he?" J'ohn asked, fazing threw the floor. Shayera stepped away from Flash as he sank further into his pillow.
"Still in pain. What does Batman say?" She looked hard at the expressionless Martian and saw a slight grimace pass his face.
"It's destroying his nerves and anti-bodies. If we don't treat it soon he may loose feeling in his limbs...or worse." The Martian looked to the door as John burst through and hurried over to Flash.
"Hey buddy! How you feeling?" he sat on the chair next to the bed and touched Flash's shoulder.
"I've felt...better." He breathed like he was out in the cold, taking large, shaky breaths. He gritted his teeth and hissed at the stinging throughout his body.
"Try to get..." John was cut off by the watchtower alarm. "What?" J'ohn fazed back through the floor and entered the monitor room as Superman stepped into the infirmary with Diana.
They are attacking Gotham, I don't know if they are trying to distract batman. We should go down.
Everyone looked round at the news, Flash shivered behind them.
"What's going on?" he gasped.
"An attack." John answered simply. J'ohn fazed back through the floor.
"It looks like the four, who should go?"
"I suggest you stay J'ohn and look after Flash, we should all go and stop them. Batman needs some peace to find the cure." Everyone nodded except John.
"What about her?" he growled, glaring at Shayera.
"John! You...need her...there. She's good with insects." Flash joked will trying to breath. J'ohn stepped over and slid an oxygen mask over Flash's face and held it there.
"He's right." Superman said, the turned to leave.
"Fine!" John muttered to himself as he followed after the group. He flew out to Earth with Diana, Superman and Shayera in toe.
"Everyone set?" Came a voice over the intercom. Plague plucked it off his belt and spoke into it.
"Pestilence, Death? You two ready?" he waited until they both answered yes. "Right Pestilence, you go Bro! There coming down!" Both him and Famine stayed close to the side of the Watchtower as they four flew down to Earth. Plague glanced at his brother who nodded with a large smile on his face; Plague just shook his head in frustration at his foolish brother and took off to the docking bay. He signalled for his brother to go up to the window and wait.
"Here we go guys!" He muttered darkly into the intercom and attached it to his horse Portador (Carrier in Portuguese) and leapt off it. The horse shook it's head distorting the outline of his collected mist face. "Wait with Hambre and Famine Portador!" he commanded.
Then took a breath and closed his eyes. He shimmered and melted to a fine mist, which slipped under the door of the docking bay. From there he floated through the corridors of the Watchtower and found the door to the infirmary. He squeezed under the door and became whole again, he stood still, watching the Martian holding a test tube by the table. He wrote something down and turned back to the table, his back kept to Plague, the word of Death running through his mind.
Out cold, but not dead, understand? I want them to be able to tell the tale of his capture.
He glanced about him and spotted a heavy lamp on the table by the Martian, he strode over to it and picked it up. J'ohn whipped his head round and the bottom of the lamp connected. He slumped to the floor as a steady pool of blood gathered around his head.
Plague smiled and pushed the Martian behind the screwed down table leg. He then nodded to his brother on the outside of the window and swept over to Flash on the bed. The Window smashed and the air sucked everything outside. Plague grabbed hold of the startled Flash and checked that the Martian was still behind the table leg. The emergency shutters for the window began to fall, but Famine propped his large axe underneath which stopped the shutter short. It glowed brown and the engravings of a man with scales flashed brighter.
Plague hoisted the weak and struggling Flash off the bed and kept the oxygen mask and tank with Flash. He ducked under the groaning metal shutter and threw Flash over his misty horse that was struggling to keep form under the pressure of escaping air. Famine waited till Plague was behind Flash and sitting him up when he pulled his axe out and let the shutters close. Plague laid Flash against him as he fell into unconsciousness and took up the rains.
"Call D. Tell her we're done and to cause the next distraction." Famine nodded, still grinning and spoke to their sister.
"Time to blow it Sis!" Famine cackled into the intercom, as the three went back down to Earth leaving an unconscious J'ohn and a letter from the four behind in the totalled infirmary.
"There he is!" Diana yelled, pointing over to the darkened city. There was a single horse galloping down the street while shooting off some arrows from a red bow with insect engravings on the handle.
"Let's go Race de Mort." (Dying breed in French) Pestilence yelled to his horse.
John fired his ring to stop the arrows from hitting the huddled people in a shop doorway. Superman sped down and gathered them up, taking them out of the way. He flew back as insects attacked Shayera. They set about eating her wings while the Green Lantern paused then set off after the speedy pestilence.
Clark to in a deep breathe and released it out on Shayera and the insects. The insects retreated only to round on him. While Hawk Girl and him tried to destroy them, Green Lantern and Diana chased after the inclusive figure. It took about five minutes before they came close to Pestilence and then he sent out more insects to them.
"Time for phase two!" Death yelled over the intercom in his hand. He laughed manically and yelled over to the approaching group.
"Nuclear power, always deadly near here!" he held his sides as an explosion erupted behind him.
Death waited round the corner from the nuclear power plant fro word from her brothers. The message finally came and she hopped off her horse Ossa (Bones in Italian). Walking casually up to the security barrier she hopped over it beside the guard post and continued walking, he high-heeled boots clicking on the cement.
The guard pocked his head out at the sound of footsteps but couldn't see anything. He shivered as if something had just passed him. The footsteps stopped and then continued on. He pulled his jacket closer round him and muttered something about hating night watch as he poured himself a coffee.
Death pick locked the front door and strolled into the plant. She strode past all sorts of machines but headed straight for the control room. She paused at the sound of talking and waved her hand over herself. She then opened the door and walked in.
David and Nancy sat in the swivel chairs watching the monitors of the hallway.
"I felt sure something was moving down there." Nancy said, staring hard at the screen.
"Seeing things hon?" Death asked. Nancy looked up, but didn't see Death as she was.
"Carle! I thought you were ill?" David exclaimed standing up to offer her a seat. Death/Carle copy waved a hand and turned to the control panel. She started typing something on the keyboard. "What are you doing?" David cried, making to move forward. He stopped as he looked up on the monitor that showed the room they were in. Nancy and himself were shown, but the woman they thought was Carle was actually a black shadow.
Death raised her head and dropped the act and pulled off her glove, letting both people see her skeletal hand. She flashed a smile as she pressed enter.
Sirens rang out across the power plant but neither people made a move to run. They were rutted in fear. Death raised her hand up and reached for the man a woman.
Pestilence raced over to the exploding plant to see Death leaping onto Ossa. He nodded to her as Plague and Famine appeared in the distance.
"That should keep them busy." Pestilence laughed as the Justice League set about trying to contain the blast.
By the time they had controlled the fires and gasses they could no longer see Pestilence nor did they see Flash on the Portador.
The four laughed as they hung the unconscious Flash up in chains on the wall.
"What now?" Famine asked.
"We wait till he wakes up and then give them the choice. Lets give them...two days? Plenty of time to get information on them. Wouldn't you say Luthor?" Death turned to see Luthor and his groupies walk up to them.
"Indeed. You know you'll need to beat it out of him?" he asked.
"Yes! Hope you'll help?"
"Of course!" Luthor chuckled.
Please review! will help my confidence! thanks