Flying and Bad First Impressions
"So my ring said that I had to come here for training. Are you gonna train me," Sam asked the rodent-like Lantern.
"Oh no! I'm just here to show you around, then I have to go back to my own sector. No, Kilowog's the one that trains all the new recruits; he trained me, and all your Earth Lanterns."
"Cool," the teen said, looking around the hallway as they walked. Well… he walked; Ch'p floated, his small legs not long enough to keep up with Sam's long strides. "This place sure has a lot of hallways."
"Oh, you're about to get your first view of Oa out here," the Lantern said, stopping in front of a wall and pressing his ring against it. The green symbol Sam saw earlier (he assumed it was the Green Lantern insignia) lit up the wall, and a door slid open, and the boy's mouth dropped open at the view of the other side.
On the other side of the wall was a large outdoor area, which spread out around them enough to cover several football fields. In the distance, tall futuristic towers rose into the sky, which was an inky black, and covered with stars; it appeared that there was no atmosphere on the planet, but Sam was still able to breathe. The only color besides the silver of the metal was an emerald green, which accented the buildings, walkways, and tinted all the lights that shone from every angle. Looking up, the human saw several creatures flying around, all of them wearing similar green outfits to him and Ch'p. It was bizarre, seeing so many different aliens, but for some reason, he didn't freak out like he thought he would. Yes, he was nervous, but it reminded him of those Comic Conventions he saw on the internet and always wanted to go to. In a way, this was better than those costumed characters. This was real.
"How many of them speak English," he wondered staring up at a pair of Lanterns that resembled large insects fly overhead.
"Probably very few, but even I don't speak your language," the rodent said. "The rings come with a universal translator, so you'll hear everyone speaking in your own native language."
Sam turned to the small Lantern, surprised by this revelation. "So, this whole time you've been speaking-"
"H'lvenian, the language of my planet, but you perceive it as English, I think you called it. And I've heard you speaking H'lvenian this whole time, but you're speaking your own language."
"Woah," the boy muttered, wondering what H'lvenian sounded like. "So… do you know what this thing is?" He indicated to the metal band around his head and ears, but Ch'p looked just as confused as he did as he quickly floated behind the boy's head to inspect it.
"I'm… not sure. Sometimes, certain Lanterns have a different uniform from the masses, but they're pretty rare. I'm not sure what the purpose of that is, but whatever it is, it's probably meant to help you fight. All our uniforms are subconsciously designed to help us have the advantage in battle"
"Oh… OK. What happened to my other clothes?"
"You're still wearing them underneath your uniform."
"Really? I don't even feel them."
"That's the ring's doing. Eventually, you'll want to take your uniform off to remove your civilian clothes, but you're good for the moment, since it's your first day. Now," he said, clapping his paws together and turning towards Sam with an excited expression. "This is the fun part. We get to fly now!"
"F-F-Fly?" Immediately, visions of him spinning out of control in mid-air or falling thousands of feet to the ground danced through the teen's mind, and he grew nervous. "I… I dunno if I can do that-"
"C'mon, you'll be great! Every Lantern can fly, and the ring alters our biology so that we can withstand tremendous amounts of pain and stress without breaking. You could fall from orbit and survive!"
"Really?"
"Hey, it happened to me. Besides, it was fun!"
"Oh… OK. How do I, uh-"
"Well, it's kinda different from everyone, but just focus on slowly lifting into the air, like you're in space and gravity doesn't work. Remember, your powers are derived from your will, so just will yourself to fly, and you should be fine!"
"O-Okay," Sam said nervously.
"Hey, if it helps you feel better," Ch'p said, and held up his fist, his ring glowing. A long green rope materialized out of thin air, one end tied around Sam's waist, the other in the alien's tiny paws. "So you don't go flying off uncontrollably."
"Thanks, but won't I just pull you into the air?"
The alien rolled his eyes. "Please! I can withstand the gravity of a star; you'll be like a feather in the wind!"
Nodding anxiously, the teen turned his attention back towards the sky. He'd seen Superman fly on TV, and wondered if he should put his arms out. He wondered if he could even make it into the air, but if all these other Lanterns could do it, so could he; what's the worst that could happen? Cautiously, he imagined himself floating into the air, just a foot or so, and concentrated.
Immediately, he shot into the air like a rocket, flying several hundred feet straight up, nearly hitting a disgruntled Lantern as the rope trailed beneath him.
"Stop, stop, STOP," he screamed desperately, trying to stop moving up, but all he did was slow down. It was just like when he was flying uncontrollably, and he screamed, trying to stop. Finally, he put all of his focus on stopping in midair and jerked to a halt, now five hundred or so feet above the ground.
"SHIT," he yelled, looking down at the ground far below, the rope dangling beneath him like he was some sort of balloon; he appeared to be floating, but at least he wasn't moving. Distantly, he could see the small Lantern on the ground looking up at him, but he couldn't hear the creature. Around him, some passing aliens gave him some odd glances, and he tried to avoid their gaze, trying to calm down enough so he could focus on somehow getting back to the ground safely. He knew that Ch'p said he wouldn't get hurt if he fell, but that guy was a pro; he probably built up some immunity to pain, while Sam was still new at it. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he could even focus on trying to get down.
"OK, Sam," he muttered to himself, starting to get used to floating in mid-air. "You can't stay up here forever; you can do this. You… you can do this. There's nothing to be scared of. Do it for Mama; you're gonna have to know how to fly in order to get home." He looked down at the ground, deciding to use the rope as a sort of route to follow. It still took him a few more minutes to build up the courage to try to control his descent. Breathing deeply, he focused all his energy on floating down to the ground.
To his relief, he started floating towards the ground at a slow pace, the rope shortening as he got closer to the ground. He gave a cry of relief as he controlled his descent, making himself move around in circles as he floated down. It wasn't that hard when he didn't overthink it too hard; on the contrary, it almost seemed as natural as walking. By the time he landed, he was smiling, though still a little shaken.
"You good," Ch'p asked, the rope disappearing from view.
"Definitely! Once you get over the fear, it's pretty easy, I think." Sam floated into the air, flew quickly around the rodent alien, then landed, a little roughly, back on the ground. "Woah! I didn't think that would work!" Guess I gotta fake it 'till I make it, he thought to himself. But I'm still far from flying long distances.
"Good," the Lantern chuckled, smiling a little. "You're still a little shaky with your form, but you'll get the hang of it soon enough. Follow me!" They shot into the air, the human following the alien towards breakfast.
Ch'p was right about his form; even though he managed to follow the alien, he wasn't as fast (the alien hung back to stay with him), and he wobbled a bit as he flew. He also drifted in his turns (if it was possible to drift while flying), and nearly knocked over a group of Lanterns conversing in mid air. As he flew, he got a better view of the planet. It seemed that the towers of silver metal and white stone populated most of the planet, and he didn't see any vegetation anywhere. Again, the only green was the Lanterns, the lights, and some round structures that dotted the ground. It was that round Green Lantern logo, and they seemed to decorate most of the outdoor areas. Even though he didn't want to be here, he couldn't help but marvel at the alien planet around him.
"How many Lanterns are there," Sam asked, following the alien towards a tall building.
"Maybe close to 7200," Ch'p replied. "Sometimes it's more, sometimes it's less, but usually, we try to fill any empty spots in the Corps, since there are many sectors to protect; some sectors have more than one Lantern guarding it."
"How long have you been a Lantern?"
"About six of your human years."
"How about-"
"Aren't you a curious one," a voice asked, and Sam dipped in his flying a little as another alien appeared at his left shoulder. It looked humanoid, but it had orange skin, a fish-like fin on his head, pointed ears, and a birds beak for a mouth. "You seem pretty young to be a Lantern."
"I-I… I guess so," the teen stammered, a bit thrown off by the creature's appearance. Is there an age limit to getting chosen?"
"If there is, you're certainly pushing it."
"Sam, this is Tomar-Tu," the rodent alien said. "Green Lantern of Sector 2813, the sector next to Earth's."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," it said in a light, pleasant voice. For some reason, it had a bit of a British accent, in the boy's opinion, though he didn't know why; maybe his translator had a sense of humor, or translated certain languages as certain dialects. "You must be Swet'llanga's replacement."
"Y-Yeah," Sam said nervously.
"Don't worry; you'll most likely be a great Lantern someday. One good thing about you being so young is that you are like clay; easily shaped and strong-willed. We need more recruits like you."
"Uh, thanks?"
"You're welcome," Tomar answered brightly.
"Are you going to eat as well," Ch'p asked.
"Maybe later. I have to charge my ring, and I need to get back to my Sector soon. Good day to you both." And with that, he flew away.
"You'll charge you ring later today," the alien explained, noticing the boy's confused expression. "Come on; I'm starving!"
The alien showed Sam every part of the planet, which was pretty big, about the size of Earth, but easy to traverse when you could fly. The buildings were beautiful, and the sky, a brilliant blue and pink, had stars visible, even during the daytime. There were many places to see: the Foundry, where they charged their rings (apparently, you needed to charge your ring every now and then), the Hall of Great Service, which was like a library, the Hazard Simulation Facility and training fields, where his training would take place, and the Memorial Hall, which was there to commemorate fallen Lanterns.
Eventually, they entered one of the towers, landing in an open hallway that looked almost identical to the one he first saw. It was shorter, and led to a large open mess hall that was full of Green Lanterns of every species, sitting at long tables and eating a large variety of food. Ch'p showed him how to get food, and Sam learned that thanks to the other Earth Lanterns, they had human food available, so he was soon chomping down on a burger and fries. The rodent alien ate some sort of leafy substance, but it was a bright blue and covered with red sauce. His drink was green and clear, and bubbled slightly, like the boy's soda. The teen wanted to ask what it was, but he figured it would be rude. Around them, aliens ate their food, talking among themselves.
But technically, Sam thought, chewing the meat thoughtfully, I'm an alien too, now, since I'm from another planet. It was interesting, thinking about it from that angle, but it was also pretty weird. Superman was technically an alien, so this must be how he felt all the time.
A few tables away, Guy Gardner sat with Hal Jordan, who both looked at the new rookie, who was human like them. Their rings glowed, altering their appearance so the kid didn't recognize them as humans, and they watched the tawny boy talking with the small Lantern, taking a bite of his food while he listened to his response. While they were glad that another human had joined the ranks of the Green Lanterns, proving that their species was strong enough to wield rings (most alien species still found humans weak and irresponsible), they were upset about one thing.
"He just a kid," Guy said angrily, his green leather jacket rustling as he stabbed the salad lettuce with his fork. "What is he; 15? 16?"
"Fifteen," Hal answered, too distracted by his thoughts to eat. When he heard about the new human rookie, he'd asked to be the one to show him around, but was denied. Now, though, he was glad he wasn't showing the kid around; he probably wouldn't have handled the age issue with grace. "Imagine being chosen at that age. Taken from his family, his friends, school; I'm surprised he's taking it so well. I don't know how you handled it, getting chosen, but I was terrified and scared out of my mind."
"Yeah," Guy said soberly, chewing his salad noisily, to Hal's chagrin. "Whichever Guardian decided that a minor should be a Green Lantern deserves a pounding! I'm gonna contact the Justice League… ask them to go talk to his mom and explain the situation. Imagine her response when she learns her son's been drafted to an intergalactic police force." The man got a mental picture of an anguished woman, but he quickly blocked it from his mind.
"I agree, but there's nothing we can do about it now; he has to train and become a Lantern. At least Kilowog's training him." The man grinned, reminiscing at the memories. "Remember those days?"
"Yeah," the other man chuckled. "We thought that he was gonna kill us a bunch of times, but it was all worth it in the end. Think the kid'll be fine?"
"With that big softie," Hal asked, finally turning towards his plate to eat some of his burrito. "They'll be best friends in no time!"
Sam hated his drill instructor, Kilowog. Well, hate seemed too strong a word after only one day, but he strongly disliked the guy.
After finishing their lunch, Ch'p had showed him how to open the door to his room, how to ask his ring for help with basic questions like directions around Oa, and showed him the giant glowing symbol where he charged his ring. His head swimming with all of this new information, the rodent alien dropped him off at a large open area where several other new recruits were waiting, all of them wearing Green Lantern uniforms.
None of them were human, but they all looked just as nervous as Sam did. One of them looked human, but was tall, had albino skin, and had bright red hair that seemed unnaturally bright and waved around him, even though there was no wind. Another one was about half of the teen's height, covered with spiky purple hair, and had two pairs of arms. There was a set of twin aliens, both of them conjoined at the back, and they had sharp teeth and long tongues. And finally, there was a quiet, unassuming alien with bright yellow skin, yellow eyes, and an expression that told others to back off. While she stood a few feet away, silent and brooding, the others chatted among themselves.
"How old are you," the hairy purple one asked Sam.
"Fifteen."
"Is that old," one of the twins whispered to the other, who simply shrugged in reply to her brother's question.
"It's pretty young," Sam answered, holding up his ring as he tried to look strong, "but I can handle the Corp." Nearby, the yellow alien rolled her solid blue eyes.
"What do you know about this training officer," the red-haired one asked the other twin.
"Not much; supposedly, he's a nice guy, but super tough," the other twin answered, swiveling her head towards the alien. "I also heard that he's the last of his species, and that the rest of them and his home world were destroyed some time ago."
"How'd that happen," Sam asked, not being able to imagine a whole race of living beings, or even a planet, being wiped out and destroyed.
"I dunno, but I bet-"
"LOOK ALIVE, POOZERS!"
The loud, deep voice caused them all to start; even the yellow-skinned lady jumped as well, spinning around to the source of the voice. Sam and the others took a step back as the biggest alien the human had seen so far landed a few feet in front of them, the ground trembling a little.
"Holy sh-"
A green construct covered the teen's mouth, cutting off his yell of surprise, and the boy quickly tried to pry it off to no avail. Glancing around, he noticed that it was coming from the drill instructor, who was now staring at the boy with an annoyed expression.
The alien was well over eight feet tall; Sam's head would probably reach the creature's waist, and it was built like a Pro Wrestler or weight lifter, judging by the muscles that covered its body. It had light pink skin, a large jaw with two teeth poking out from the bottom and two hippo-like ears. His solid red eyes narrowed at the teen, who immediately stopped trying to remove the mouth construct. Ch'p had explained that their power rings made them physically stronger, but based on this guy's intimidating appearance, Sam figured the alien didn't need a ring to break him like a candy bar.
"You gonna greet your superior with respect this time," the alien asked, holding up his fist so the ring glowed brightly in the boy's eyes. The teen nodded, and the construct fell away, allowing the boy to breathe deeply as a flush of embarrassment appeared on his face. The other new recruits remained silent, even straightening up a little so they wouldn't get yelled at. "Fall in line with Mr. Mouth here," the alien barked, and the rookies quickly lined up on either side of the boy. The drill sergeant walked up and down the line, peering intently at each creature with a disdainful look.
"You all look like the most useless, pathetic, sorry excuses of future Lanterns that I have ever seen! I have half a mind to ask the Guardians if they made a mistake and send you all packing!" The alien's voice boomed around them, and they all flinched, even the surly female from earlier.
He crossed his arms, glaring at the group in front of him. "Welcome to hell, Poozers! My name's Kilowog, and I'm gonna be your Combat Training Officer. It's my job to push you past your limits, break you into pieces, and build you into Green Lanterns. Anyone gotta problem with that," he demanded, looking at each of them in turn.
"What about you, Mr. Mouth," he asked Sam, leaning forward and bringing his face close to the boy's, who did his best not to flinch or back away. "You got a problem with me trainin' you?"
"N-N-No s-sir," Sam squeaked.
"Louder!"
"N-No sir," the teen said louder, trying not to shake with fear as Kilowog straightened up and stepped back.
"That's better. This goes for all of you; you treat every Green Lantern with respect, because they've earned it! Understand?"
"YES SIR," they all chorused.
The alien smirked, pleased by the response. "Maybe there is hope for you Poozers. Now," he added, holding up his fist, his ring glowing brightly, "let's see what you're made of, and if your wills are strong enough for the Corp."
After that followed a grueling two hour session of trying to stay alive. First, they were each instructed to attack Kilowog one by one with whatever construct they could muster. Each alien tried a different tactic, but the large drill sergeant was able to stop all of them, even swatting aside the giant piano Sam managed to construct like it was a fly. After several tries from each alien, the tables were turned when the Green Lantern attacked them one by one, and they had to defend themselves. But no matter how many shields the Rookies threw up, he just broke through them like they were paper, sending the new recruits tumbling to the ground. It was obvious to the human that the drill sergeant was acting just like those war generals from movies, but it didn't make the sting of getting whacked upside the head or the yelling in his ears less painful; maybe that stereotype existed for a reason.
"Your constructs are only as strong as your wills," the large alien commented as Sam climbed to his feet, his arm sore from being swung around and thrown like a Frisbee. "It looks like you all have weak wills!"
The only exception was the quiet, sullen yellow alien from before. She managed to have a shield strong enough to keep the trainer out. For a short while. Eventually, he broke through her shield, knocking her to the ground with a large fist construct.
"Not bad," he grumbled, reaching out his hand to help her out. Tentatively taking it, he punched her in the face with his free hand, knocking her back down as the others gasped. She lay on the ground, stunned, but otherwise unhurt.
"You have great promise," Kilowog said, standing over her, "but the enemy will never play fair, so you must be ready for anything. Focus your will, and you could stop asteroids as they fly at the speed of light.
"The rest of you, however," he continued, turning to the rest of the group, "have PATHETIC wills!" The shout caused them all to jump, and Sam wondered if he would ever get used to that, a little annoyed from the past hour or so of yelling and getting punched repeatedly. "Green Lanterns are supposed to have the strongest wills in the universe, and none of you even have the will to keep me out? Tell me," he said sarcastically, glaring at each group member in turn, "what do you have that I don't, 'cause maybe you should use that instead of your weak wills to try and beat me!"
"A thriving planet and a species that hasn't been wiped out," Sam asked, just as sarcastic as the alien.
Immediately, he realized he had said that thought out loud, though he didn't mean to, and his heart immediately leaped to his throat. A sharp intake of breath echoed around him from the other rookies, and Kilowog's face seemed to drain of color, his eyes widening as a look of shock crossed his face. Even the sullen woman on the ground looked shocked, staring at Sam as if he'd lost his mind.
… Shit, the teen thought, starting to tremble as the impact of what he'd said hit his mind like a truck, and he was surprised he didn't just turn to ash under the drill sergeant's gaze. Then, he felt like he would turn to dust when the pink alien's red eyes narrowed, his face filling with rage.
"Care to repeat that, Sam," Kilowog asked, his voice deadly quiet, though loud in the silence around them. The boy started, surprised that the trainer knew his name, but it only scared him even more, like a teacher chewing out a student at school or a parent chastising their child.
"I-I," the boy stammered, struggling to even speak, to even try and explain why he said what he'd said. "I… I-I-"
He was so focused on the Lantern's face, he didn't even notice the large pink fist flying upwards, feeling it when it connected with his jaw. His head flew back and up, and the impact lifted him off the ground, literally sending him flying (and flipping) through the air, where he landed painfully on his back a few feet away.
Sam cried out in pain, feeling some of the air leave his lungs as his jaw started to swell. It's surprised him that his neck wasn't broken, and he was about to sit up when the alien landed right in front of him, the ground shaking slightly from the impact.
"YOU THINK THAT WAS FUNNY," Kilowg yelled, his voice echoing loudly as a green glow surrounded his large figure, emitting heat like an oven. "DO YOU THINK I'M GONNA ALLOW SUCH A SMART-ASS RESPONSE FROM A PATHETIC POOZER LIKE YOU?!"
"I-I-I," the teen said, trying to sit up, but a green construct materialized the human, holding him down.
"Picture this, Poozer," the pink alien snarled, holding up his glowing ring.
Suddenly, the whole sky around them was full of hundreds of green constructs, blocking out the stars and the sky above them. It appeared to be a whole army or armada of alien ships, and on the ground around them appeared a faceless army, surrounding the small group of Lanterns. The human, along with the other rookies, couldn't help but stare in awe at the sheer number and detail of the constructs. It became apparent to all of them why Kilowog was their trainer, and for a second, they forgot that Sam was in trouble, focused on the amazing display of willpower.
"Your Justice League and your human Lanterns are gone, no other Lantern is nearby, and you're the only protector of Earth until help comes. An enemy army shows up to annihilate you and your entire race." The Lantern's voice was firm, though it seemed to waver ever so slightly. He narrowed his eyes at the boy. "Can you stop them and save your planet from destruction?"
Staring up at the ships and the army around him, Sam felt a new thrill of fear at the sight around him. He could only imagine what would happen if an army as big as this showed up in Earth's atmosphere, and how the humans would react, how his mom would react. And if the Justice League wasn't there, then the Earth didn't stand a chance.
I could create a shield around the planet, Sam thought wildly.
Yeah, right. Like you could somehow create a construct large and strong enough to keep the aliens out. Especially one as angry as Kilowog.
"Well," Kilowog demanded, still glaring at the boy. "Can't you?"
The green construct army raised their guns, pointing them at the teen, and the ships above them started to prime their cannons, a whining sound filling the air.
"S-Stop," Sam stammered.
"What did you say," the alien said, putting a hand to his ear and pretending not to hear the boy.
"I said STOP," the teen yelled, trying to break out of the constraints. "You've made your point!"
"Oh really? Have I?"
Suddenly, all the guns fired at once, green beams heading straight towards the boy, who screamed and closed his eyes. When the expected sting didn't appear, he cautiously opened his eyes, staring at the floating green beams that hovered inches from his body, obstructing his view of the rest of the group. For a few seconds, he stared at them, his beating heart starting to slow down, and then they all faded away, along with the army and the ships, leaving the teen staring at the training officer. The other Rookies stared at him with a mixture of fear and relief at not having been called out.
"Let this be a lesson for you all," Kilowog said firmly, turning away from the human, as if disgusted. "If you talk shit, you better be able to back up what you say; don't be a dumb-ass and let your mouth get you into trouble. Until you can talk the talk, you better shut the hell up and treat others with respect! Dismissed!" And with that, he flew away, leaving the group of Rookies behind him.
Now, as he sat in his room, the glowing green ring floating near his jaw and healing it (Ch'p mentioned rings could do that, so the teen asked it to help, and it did), Sam thought back to what had happened. It was embarrassing, being humiliated like that, but he deserved it. He shouldn't have mentioned the guy's whole planet and species being wiped out, and was glad he just got off with a broken jaw and a damaged pride; not to mention a target on his back. But even after getting rightfully disciplined, he still didn't like Kilowog. The guy seemed too tough, and his methods of beating the rookies down sure didn't seem like training. Wasn't this supposed to be like an intergalactic police force, not the army?
Sam sighed, his jaw starting to feel a lot better as the ring put out a healing aura to fix his chin. "Some mess I've gotten pulled into," he muttered to himself, wishing he was back at home, or anywhere else besides Oa, really.
As he sat there, he looked down at his outfit, wishing to see his civilian clothes again, and remembering that Ch'p said he could make the clothes disappear. Sure enough, the green outfit faded away, leaving him in his shorts and t-shirt. Though he was happy to see his clothes again, they looked almost out of place in his futuristic room, and he ran his hand over the soft material of his basketball shorts, stopping when he felt a lump in his pocket. Reaching in, he pulled out his dad's cassette player, which still had its tape in it.
Sam stared at the device for a few minutes, wondering what his dad would have done or how he would have reacted if he were still alive to his son being drafted to the Green Lantern Corp. He pressed play, and the sound of Elton John's Tiny Dancer filled the small space, instantly making the teen feel better. He lay down on his bed, continuing to let the Ring heal his jaw as he listened to the music, still feeling homesick, but now less so.
Meanwhile, back in Texas, Mrs. McDormand was a wreck.
After the death of her husband, she'd turned to her son as her pride and joy, focusing all her attention on making sure he had a happy life. Now, he was gone, taken by some strange glowing ring, and she wasn't sure if she'd ever see him again. He had told her to call someone before he was taken, but she couldn't remember the name.
She sat on the couch, her eyes red from crying as she tried to figure out what to do. No one had seen him disappear, and she would probably get called crazy if she told her neighbors or work bosses that her son was no longer on Earth. It was just as worse than when Bill died; at least she knew where he was when he left her forever. Now, her son was somewhere, probably hurt and trying to get back to her.
Suddenly, a knock at the door startled her from her stupor. Wiping her eyes, she went to answer the door, wondering if it was Sharon or some other neighbor wondering where she or Sam was. To her surprise, two strangers, a man and a woman in long coats, stood on the front step.
"Mrs. McDormand," the woman asked, her raven hair falling behind her shoulders.
"Y-Yes," the scared woman answered; were they looking for Sam? Perhaps from his school?
"No, ma'am," the man said, startling the woman as he answered the questions in her mind. "We are not looking for Sam. In fact, we are here to tell you where he is."
After getting over her shock, she stared at the two strangers. "Who… who are you?"
The woman smiled, pulling up her sleeves to reveal two golden bands that gleamed under the porch light. Below one of them was bracelet with a certain symbol that the Texan recognized.
Mrs. McDormand looked up, recognition crossing her face. "You're-"
"May we come in," Martian Manhunter asked, his skin turning green as his hair shot back into his head as Wonder Woman hid her golden cuffs underneath her coat. "There's… much we need to explain."
That's it for this chapter!
Hope you enjoyed the little Justice League cameo at the end! More DC characters (good AND bad) will be appearing in this story besides the Green Lanterns.
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