Fear the Unknown
Chapter 5:
(Disclaimer: all characters are copyrights of DC Comics, a division of AOL- Time Warner. I don't own any of this stuff, sadly.)
"What were you doing in L.A., Clark? Are you trying to draw attention to us?" Hal was running a hand through his graying hair. "We can't risk early exposure, you know that."
"You think I'm trying to pretend that I don't? I know it as well as anyone, Hal. I'm at just as much risk here as any of you, more in some ways. At least you can go back to a normal life if they start to come down on us, you're human. Me they'd use to spark a whole new hysteria."
"Take it easy, guys." Barry said from the chair near the TV. "You should come check this out."
The television was showing recorded footage of what Clark had witnessed in Los Angeles, luckily he'd managed to stay out of any camera shots, but it did let them get a closer look at the strange man who the black coats had been chasing.
"Any idea who he is?" Hal asked.
"None." I already checked with my sources inside the organization, and it's as if this guy just showed up overnight. No one even seems to know how they found him."
"He's a shape shifter, any chance that he's connected to John?"
"With that fire coming from his head, not likely."
"He's something new, then. But how'd they know about him?"
ELSEWHERE
"You're probably wondering how I knew of you."
The man in black strode before the kneeling body of his prisoner, captured just minutes after he'd appeared in Los Angeles.
"After all, it seems that even you don't know who you are. What a pity, since you've gone to all this effort to come back and stop me."
He tore the hood back from his face, and Dominic Bliss' eyes blazed at the prisoner.
"Do you even recognize me, Matthew? Do you even remember who it is you are dealing with?"
"No." The prisoner muttered.
"So much effort, so many sacrifices, and all for nothing. Pathetic." He turned and stalked away. "Take him away. Lock him with the others."
Grabbing him by the dampening collar that he wore, the guards dragged the man once known as Matthew Ryder toward the holding pens. Inescapable, un- survivable, a death sentence.
Chapter 5:
(Disclaimer: all characters are copyrights of DC Comics, a division of AOL- Time Warner. I don't own any of this stuff, sadly.)
"What were you doing in L.A., Clark? Are you trying to draw attention to us?" Hal was running a hand through his graying hair. "We can't risk early exposure, you know that."
"You think I'm trying to pretend that I don't? I know it as well as anyone, Hal. I'm at just as much risk here as any of you, more in some ways. At least you can go back to a normal life if they start to come down on us, you're human. Me they'd use to spark a whole new hysteria."
"Take it easy, guys." Barry said from the chair near the TV. "You should come check this out."
The television was showing recorded footage of what Clark had witnessed in Los Angeles, luckily he'd managed to stay out of any camera shots, but it did let them get a closer look at the strange man who the black coats had been chasing.
"Any idea who he is?" Hal asked.
"None." I already checked with my sources inside the organization, and it's as if this guy just showed up overnight. No one even seems to know how they found him."
"He's a shape shifter, any chance that he's connected to John?"
"With that fire coming from his head, not likely."
"He's something new, then. But how'd they know about him?"
ELSEWHERE
"You're probably wondering how I knew of you."
The man in black strode before the kneeling body of his prisoner, captured just minutes after he'd appeared in Los Angeles.
"After all, it seems that even you don't know who you are. What a pity, since you've gone to all this effort to come back and stop me."
He tore the hood back from his face, and Dominic Bliss' eyes blazed at the prisoner.
"Do you even recognize me, Matthew? Do you even remember who it is you are dealing with?"
"No." The prisoner muttered.
"So much effort, so many sacrifices, and all for nothing. Pathetic." He turned and stalked away. "Take him away. Lock him with the others."
Grabbing him by the dampening collar that he wore, the guards dragged the man once known as Matthew Ryder toward the holding pens. Inescapable, un- survivable, a death sentence.