Shayera woke to find herself on a rock, floating in the middle of the air. She crept forward and glanced over the edge. Only continues darkness met her gaze.

Looking around she spotted another platform of floating rock above her, another to the back of the one she stood on and another over on the horizon of her vision. Other than that, only Darkness existed.

"Hello?" she shouted.

J'ohn woke with a start and stood up. He was in the middle of a clearing in which trees surrounded him. The moon hung high in the sky, large and round. Looking around he found he couldn't detect the presence of any of his friends.

He jumped at the sound of a distant howl of a wolf. He was about to scold himself for being jumpy when he realised that the sound he had heard had sounded odd. It was only when a second howl came, one much closer that he knew the problem. Turning to his left and staring deep into the trees he distinctly saw the gleaming eyes staring back at him.

John pushed himself from the ground and took in his surroundings. He was in a metal building and could see it stretching on into the darkness. He glanced down both sides and then up. It was as he took flight and glided down one end of his prison when the lights suddenly flickered on. And just behind him, an extra light started up, a beam that wove up and down and crept closer towards him.

Diana looked across into the stone corridor. She had been walking for about ten minutes and couldn't tell if she kept coming back to the same corridor or if each corridor was the same. The torches flickered and sputtered in the presence of an approaching darkness.

Diana faced the sound and leapt up into the air to avoid the swinging strands.

Bruce stopped and looked at the door he had thrown just about every bomb and bat-a-rang at and still it held. He turned his gaze around the four, damp, stone walls of his prison and at the odd mark on them that his bombs had made from his other attempts to escape.

He had lost count of how long he had been trying. Finally defeated he leant against the door and stopped to think. No windows, impenetrable doors and walls. He would have to wait for someone to come and feed him or come by the door.

It was only when he leant against the door to listen outside that he distinctly heard the sound of clicking. Footsteps?

He frowned. Pulling back he realised his peril.

Superman lifted his head at Dyren, slowly standing he pressed a hand to his glass prison. He looked at the beast who looked at six screens, each showing one member of the core League members and the last showing the Watch Tower members.

Dyren smirked as he looked back at Superman. "I wouldn't break through just yet, we are surrounded by kryptonite." He pointed out.

Superman looked around at the floors and walls, all glowing an eerie green. He looked back at Dyren to see his smile widen further.

"Seems the Martian may be the first to meet his fate." He said, turning half on to Superman to watch his reaction. Superman gritted his teeth and battered at his prison.

"He's in another dimension, and you can not reach him without me." He stated.

J'ohn stepped back from those unblinking eyes. They moved closer and closer, multiplying till at least a half dozen watched him. He turned to fly up out of the trees when he came face to face with the leader of the pack.

A large wolf, so huge that it towered over J'ohn on its hind legs. It roared into his face and leapt forward, claws stretching for flesh and blood, but finding only air they followed their pray.

J'ohn flew above the trees but could see the wolves following him, leaping from tree to tree. He flew higher and further, speeding into the night air. He turned to see if he had lost them and was pleased to say he had. Only then did he pause and turn, too late to avoid the air born creature, teeth gnashing and claws slashing. They found their mark and brought the Martian down to the ground.

There the wolf ripped into the Martian. J'ohn, thinking through the pain, fazed out from the monster and up into the air. Unable to hold his fazing ability he soon found another wolf leaping at him, dodging one he found another upon him.

Finally brought down and exhausted by the chase he took to running through the deep tree filled darkness.

He felt a great fear fill him as the beasts gave chase, howling with the taste of blood and the promise of more.

Diana looked at the rope beneath her in confusion. Only when it twisted around and returned did she move again. Looking back down to the noise of the growing darkness did she see the little imp like creatures that swarmed the floor, flooding it with their presence.

Diana looked back up and saw that the rope was weaving an intricate pattern above her, cutting off her headspace. Flying forward and into the next corridor, the torches extinguished she ran straight into the weaving rope that wrapped itself around her throat and tightened.

She tried to pull away but found that the rope had formed a noose that hung from its patterned rope ceiling and held her onto its end. She tried to fly up to prevent the rope from tightening further but found the imps clutching her legs and dragging her down, increasing the pressure on her airway and choking her.

Shayera flew up to the next platform and froze when she heard the screech of something unholy. It turned her blood cold and forced her to turn to look at it.

Black wings fluttered its mass of body down onto her platform and reared up to revel the human face. Pale and beautiful, but darkness clutched at its figure, one that was unnatural and unnerving.

Shayera took an uncertain stepped back and her heartbeat quickened. The beautiful creature before her revelled in her fear and sighed through a fanged mouth.

"It won't hurt for long." It purred, taking to the air and flashing down to her.

Broken from her spell she dodged back and brought her mace up in defence. The mace was ripped from her grasp as the creature grabbed her and picked her up. Chocking her in one hand.

Shayera screamed in rage and racked a hand over the creature's eyes. She fell to the floor and scrambled away and into the air. She suddenly looked back over her shoulder, too late to stop the fire that came for her. She screamed and fell from the flames that burnt her wings.

Bruce saw the walls of his prison close in on him. He hit harder on the door in monumental panic. Yet still the walls closed in. He looked to the ceiling and then the walls, hoping for a weakened point.

Closing his eyes he calmed his breathing and listened to the sound of the scraping walls. A sudden creak his left brought him to awareness of a weak point. With a quick thought he pulled a bat-a-rang out and found the weakness, working at the now weakened and stretch walls he pulled stones free, creating a hole and widening it.

He worked with hurried hands and pulled more stones down, the walls pressing into his shoulders.

John watched the yellow beam and ducked beneath it. Passing over his ehad it suddenly swung back. He raised his arm up in confusion and jumped back as he felt the sharp pain that ripped across his arm.

The yellow beam came back at him, forcing him to put up a force field. The beam hit it and John could feel the strain as yellow battled green. With an extra force he threw out his shield and broke the beam.

Sighing with relief he walked further down the corridor, whipped round at a sound and at the last second blocked the on coming light with his reformed shield.

This beam was larger and this beam had a new friend.

A second beam erupted from behind and John soon realised he was being assaulted from two angles, then three and finally four.

The sweat poured down his brow as his shield began to crack against the strain of the yellow light.

Clark cried out, somewhere between pain and rage. Watching his friends being attacked. Bruce looked to be the first to go as he was forced to turn sideways.
Bruce felt the walls press him tighter and tighter. With a last ditch effort the final stone gave way and he fell outside of the prison, just in time to see the walls close together.

Giving a small sigh he stood back up and smiled with success.

Dyren grinned and nodded. "I knew he would be problem." He murmured, pressing a button on his left. "Say good by to you friend."

Bruce had stood back up and was looking down into the dark hallway. He never heard the weapons coming at him from his side until he saw the flash of steel. Somehow he turned towards it, but felt the pain of his mistake.

He got thrown back into the wall, the blood gushing out and pooling onto the floor, leading a trickle down the hall.

Only gasps of pain could be heard as his life slipped from his body.

J'ohn stood, pinned to a large oak tree. The alpha male stood at the head of the pack on his hind legs while the other wolves gathered behind him. J'ohn swallowed his fear, stood up straight and was prepared for the attack.

The wolf leapt at him; doubling up his fists he drove them into the wolf's face. He turned to the next wolf and kicked that one, punched the one after and dodged the next one. Eventually, however, the wolves got in close enough so the attcks did little to their strength and numbers.

With a final howl the alpha male pounced on J'ohn and tore at his throat. The rest moved in, blood spraying about them in their joy.

Shayera fell onto the platform below her. For the past few minutes the creature had thrown her around. Finally broken she lay still and watched as it appeared before her.

"It ends now." It whispered rearing down on her with its fangs.

Shayera jumped up and head butted the creature. It reared back with pain, which Shayera took advantage of and took to the sky, wings sore from the flames.

The only problem was, she didn't get far until the fire caught up to her, and held her in the air.

She screamed in pain as the fire burnt around her and inside of her, burning her lungs.

John felt his green shield crack and with a last breath he threw out his hand and enlarged the shield, yelling in rage the shield exploded out, consuming the energy.

He collapsed to the floor with a laugh of triumph.

Glancing up he yelled in surprise and then in pain as a yellow beam fell down from the ceiling upon him. The yellow beam tore at his skin, cloths and face. Tearing him apart and torturing him to his death.

Diana felt the pull increase as more imps pulled her down. Her vision came and went in a haze. She pulled at the rope above her, her feet kicking in mid air, unable to fly away with the imps pulling her down.

Her struggles slowed, and her short gasped attempts at breathing stopped, until her eyes bulged and her lips turned blue. Finally her feet stopped kicking.

The imps slowly leapt from her legs, leaving her body swinging in the darkened corridor.

Clark screamed in furry! He hammered at his cage, cracking it. There lives were slipping away and all he could do was watch.

"Dead at last." He heard Dyren laugh. He then swirled round on Clark and shattered the glass prison. Clark scream in pain as the kryptonite burned him. He crawled forward and grasped Dyren's shoe.

"Good night, strong heroes of the night." He whispered, pulling his sword free and plunging it into the throat of the Iron Man.

The Watch Tower became a place of tears, screams or just still people, everyone watching the dead bodies of the original League members. No seemed to be able to grasp that they were dead.

"The fight will commence at the place you call the Sahara Desert. It will start at Three PM that time." He ordered. "Come to your deaths!"

He slowly turned to his own screens with a frown. Batman's body was still, but he could have sworn that he had seen a flash of white light.

There it was again! A third time it flashed and then sparked across in front of the body. The body disappeared with the light.

He watched at the spark moved from body to body, disappearing with the bodies and reappearing to the next on. When all were gone from the screen, the spark appeared behind him, flashed bright, blinding him and then was gone. The body of Superman gone with it.

Narrowing his eyes Dyren turned back to the screen. "Do what ever you like with the bodies." He muttered.

"I'll see you all tomorrow, oh and by the way." He turned back to the screen. "This has been broadcasted around the world, Ta ta." And the screen went to black.

No one moved on the Tower, only staring at the screen. A single shrilled bell broke through the silence. One of the heroes closest to the phone picked it up and spoke into the receiver.

"Wildcat?" he looked over at Red Tornado. "Its from Britain." He held the receiver out. Wildcat took it and listened.

"We're sending our best troops down the desert. I hope to see your heroes there." The man said.

"Yes Priminister." He answered. "How many?" he asked.

"4000 troops." Came his answer.

"I'll send down plans of attack." He told him, hanging up.

"Sir!" someone else shouted. "China and Russia are sending their troops over!"

"The USA as well." Someone else shouted, holding up another receiver.

"I think we have our army." Green Arrow said. "Other superhero teams are calling in their support."

"Lets set up the plans."

Again…please don't hurt me, things aren't always as they seem, right?