So this is the next chapter...sorry it took a few days, me bros. Back and has taken over the computer...damn he's back! Say I did a great stories as they burry me alive!
Death's eyes flickered as she slowly woke up. Turning she sat up and looked round the empty room once more. A glass of cool water stood on the table beside her, she smiled and leaned over, taking a great satisfying gulp.
"You're awake!" Pestilence cried as he threw open the door.
"Hey Bro!" she cried, putting the glass back down and holding out her arms. He hugged her and them motioned round the room, pulling her up slightly.
"I know you hate creased cloths so I got you some new ones. Hope you like." She stood carefully to her feet and held onto his arm till she got her balance.
"It's like riding a bike." She muttered, walking confidently over to the wardrobe. She smiled as she saw all the designer clothes inside. "Thanks Pest!" she said past her grin.
"Plague wants to see you when you're ready mind. So hurry up!" he bounced slightly on the balls of his feet.
"I'll be right out." She laughed over her shoulder, scooping up some clothes and opening the bathroom door.
"It's good to have you back sis! Can't wait for that rush!" he cried, springing out he door.
She laughed all the more harder and closed it with her foot, marvelling at her balance that had returned very quickly.
She dropped her packages on the floor, flicked on the light and looked over into the mirror. She grinned as she approached her smooth reflection.
Staring hard into the mirror she ran some cold water. All other memories were drained away, only the addiction of the cries of pain, the wash of terror in the air and the adrenalin that came from hunting out prey. She wished once more to feel that power slid over her own tarnished soul as she drained the life force of another being.
Her smile widened all the more as she washed her face and began to get dressed out of her dying cloths and in her new killing clothes. All the terror of the last six months miraculously banished from her mind.
Plague stood down the hall from her room and felt the addiction wash over him as Death's eyes glowed in hunger, triggering his own to flash with his inner flame. Amazing what drugs can do to a persons mind!
Flashes sat staring at the monitor listening to Clark try to start a conversation. For the past hour all he heard was the stuttering start of his name and a lame attempt on the weather. If he wasn't so guilty he would have smiled and made a comment, but he didn't, he continued to stare at the monitor thinking about what could happen.
"Flash...eh Wally." Clark sighed, right lets just get straight to the point. "What did she say to you?" he took a shaky breath. Great way to be gentile!
"Nothing Clark!" Wally tried to end the conversation.
"No!" he said firmly. "God I've been stuttering for so long trying to think how to start this, you can't leave it like this. I finally said it, so you've got to tell me what's wrong." He pleaded sitting beside Wally and turning his chair so he faced him. "Please! We all want to help. We just need you to tell us what she said."
Wally sighed in return and looked Clark in the eye. "I can't." he said simply. How do you explain how you feel?
"Try!" Wally jumped at the sound of J'ohn in the doorway. "Try and explain how you feel." He continued.
"What can I say?" he threw himself from the chair. "How do you say you've lost all your faith in what you do?" he spat into J'ohn's face.
"You just started." He said calmly, brushing past him and taking a seat. Wally looked to the floor, back to his fellow teammates. He had just said the starting point to his problem; maybe they could help?
"So you're doubting what your doing?" Clark asked, part relief and part concern etched on his face.
"Yeah!" Wally turned to look at them. "She...she said...that...that...people like me..." he stopped short as he head John calling over his ear piece.
"Hey anyone! We're receiving a message..." there was a pause and a familiar voice was heard echoing in the back ground.
"Hey Flash! Guess who's here to talk!" He gasped and stared at the door, his path or his escape. Which?
"Sis! About time!" Famine cackled, giving her a one armed hug. "What's the plan?" he excitedly asked. Death laughed, went and stood by her son's chair and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"We hit him where it hurts. Directly in his heart." She stated, a mad glint in her eye.
"How?" Pestilence asked, sitting down opposite her.
"With him." She patted her son. "Feel up to some field work?" she asked looking eye to eye with him, his eyes reflecting her mad glint.
"Absolutely! Where do I start?" She smiled and looked up at her brothers.
"With someone he loves." She grinned.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat he walked out the door and to the monitor room. Stepping in he met Deaths eye as she smiled on screen.
"Good to see you again Flash." She said, breathing out a laugh. "Aren't you going to say hi?" she teased waving a hand to her side. Flash just stood stock still, lost in a flood of emotions and memories. "I guess not!" she shrugged moving out of the frame.
Plague stepped up allowing a slight glimpse of their surroundings, stars twinkling above him.
"Hello Flash. My dear sister has come up with a nice little idea...a get together shall we say." His showed a toothy grin.
"Wh...what are you talking about?" he stuttered. Plague laughed at his failed attempt to show bravery.
"To make you wish for death!" Death yelled off camera, causing more laughter from off screen. "Of course..." the camera moved onto Death as she lay on the ledge of a roof. "We want you to witness your loved ones die." She said, looking down on the twinkling city below. "You'll feel guilty before the end." She raised her blank looking eyes and tilted her eyes, a small smile firmly in place.
"You don't think I already wish for it!" Flash screamed without thinking. A collective gasp from the rooftop and the Watch Tower echoes all round.
"Oh!" Death's smile changed, a confused frown with something else flickered across her features.
Pity? Batman thought but quickly pushed a side.
"Then it seems I've put someone in unnecessary danger, Wally." Her smile returned.
"What did you call me?" he gasped, stepping back slightly as if from a blow.
"Grodd isn't very good in a persons mind. Is he? You in trying to protect your...friends identities," she waved a hand to the screen. "You failed to hide your own. I only had to open the box. And would you believe two things jumped out. Wally and..." her smile widened. "Linda!"
Wally's eyes widened in shock. "If you...so much as..."
"Don't worry, you recognise this place?" Wally suddenly nodded; it was the hotel plaza in central city. "Well Linda is at your home, and she's not alone." The screen halved to show Linda sitting on his front doorstep with non other than Muerte! "If you get there first then I'll leave he. But if I get there...well lets leave it as that." She glanced back over the edge. "First one there!" and she rolled off the ledge, Famine and Pestilence hooting with joy as she fell.
Plague jumped forward with the camera and pointed down to show Death twisting in the air and landing on Ossa below. She laughed wildly as she left a trail of fire in her wake.
"The race is on!" Plague howled, pointing the camera at himself as he too jumped off the ledge.
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