I'm back off holiday, and fully refreshed, to continue.


The next day had passed quickly with everyone on edge. Wally had spent the day in the slaves main room, listening out for the guards calling contestants into the arena. Shanner, the woman snake Wally had met the night before was called out into the arena in the early afternoon and her brother Carlm had shifted off to one corner where he worked hard on the weights to distract himself. It only worked until the doors open back up.

The doors had opened after each match and only two slaves had walked out, one was carried out with a gruelling facial injury. All others had been dragged out, dead.

Shanner, however, had stumbled through the door and collapsed at the archway to the main room. Several others in the room dashed forward and helped her up into a seated position while others just ignored her.

Wally had quickly learned that some slaves were very much for themselves, while others mixed in small groups. Some groups got on, while others didn't. The group Wally was currently in were generally well respected and liked, but some of the loners were rather cold with them, as well as any other group.

"Shanner!" her brother cried, jumping through the crowd and fell to his knees beside her. He looked her over and then placed a hand over her abdomen, trying to stem the flow of blood. "Oh Shanner." He whispered, leaning her into his chest in a one armed hug.

"Just…a flesh…wound." She gasped, smiling up at him with dim eyes. Gabriel shot forward and pointed out a stretcher for Wally and Marcus to bring over. They swiftly brought Shanner up and over to the medical corner of the main room. A few people in the group who seemed close to Gabriel and the others were running back and forth with needles and thread. Others were offering tattered shirts and joggers that people kept for bandages.

Wally looked on in concern and fear. 'That could be anyone of us.' He realised. 'That could be me!'


Up at the Watch Tower the day had passed slowly and painfully. Batman had not moved from the main computer and J'ohn had not moved from his area of meditation where he was hoping to find some clue down on the Earth telekinetically as to where Flash could be held.

Wonder Woman, Green Lantern and Shayera had been missing from the tower all day, each occasionally reporting back with disappointing news.

Superman had been snappy at everyone while he researched into Malcom and his business, which was currently untraceable.

"Still nothing!" Superman shouted, slamming his fist into the table and breaking it in half.

"Calm down!" Wildcat shouted back.

Superman breathed raggadly as he looked upon the distruction he had caused. He groaned and fell back into a chair, face in his hands and elbows on his knees. He sighed for the twelfth time that day while he pushed his hand through his hair.

"I feel so helpless." He whispered.

"We all do." J'ohn said, finally gliding into the meeting room.

"Yeah." Wildcat agreed. "But we'll have to wait till tomorrow, we're not getting anywhere today."


The next day dawn quickly and the whole Watch Tower was in uproar. Every tracking piece of machinery was set up ready for the next video of Wally's fight. Superheroes where set out at different satellites to help follow the trail in hopes of finding a central point. Everyone was nervous and jumpy. Finally the call came through.

"We're getting a message." Batman's monotone voice came through.

Those in the Watch Tower looked up at the screen and watched aw Wally, still dressed in dark joggers but with a white t-shirt on and the same back heavy boots, stepped out into the arena.

"Give me your best shot!" He shouted up to his Uncle, unaware that the Justice League members were watching.

"I will indeed Wally." Came the answer as the opposite door opened and a black figure strode out into the light, with the cheer of an expecting crowd behind her.


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