Chapter 2
I sighed as a walkie talky went off. I had set up the zombified soldiers that I had begun referring to as aqua-zombies around perimeter of the village, with orders to trigger the walk talky with three pulses, after that I had labeled the walkies on my end with a strip of tape with their position. After that had been done I had done a tally of the supplies in the village and then begun experimenting with the villagers corpses, and discovered that apparently I had to get to the corpses before putrefaction got to far, as far as I could tell, the brain or heart had to be relatively fresh and undamaged. I had also found a diary from one of the villagers detailing their occupation by the Manta goons, until just before their eventual execution.
Any way, what was really interesting was what else I had discovered while digging around the corpse pit, I could apparently understand diseases with a frankly stupid ease, said understanding even extended to actually manipulating viruses and bacteria.
I admit. I might have laughed maniacally for a solid 10 minutes once I realized the potential. Since then I have been preparing concoction after virulent disease in order to prepare myself for every member of both Justices's and for every possible opponent the light would send after me.
And oh man were they good…
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Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke the Terminator crept up to the perimeter of the village, Cheshire crouched next to him, they were about to enter the village when a dozen figure rose from the snow.
Deathstroke cursed, the traitors had bee lying in wait underneath the snow, and must have been there for days without so much as a twitch. Almost like magic, his gun seemed to materialize in his hand as he emptied the clip into the foremost soldier. Deathstroke saw the soldier jerk as the bullets impacted. But the man he had just shot remained standing, and just groaned slightly before handing over a note and a Walkie talky.
Deathstroke looked over, bemusedly, at Cheshire who just shrugged.
Deathstroke grabbed the note and the walkie before giving it a quick glance, and then his eyes widened from behind his mask once he read the note.
'Hello League of Shadows! If your reading this, then you triggered one of the self defense pockets. If you have then that means if you don't get on the walkie in the next thirty seconds, a series of explosives attached to those corpses around you will trigger, taking you and whoever is with you to whatever afterlife you believe in fiery death.'
Deathstroke cautiously pressed the talk button.
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"This is Deathstroke, contacting whoever has taken over the village."
I smiled. Hell to the yes. I pressed the button on my end.
"Hello Slade. How are you this fine day?"
There was a noticeable pause before WIlson's voice came back over the horn.
"How did you know my name?"
My smile grew wider.
"I know a lot of things about you Slade Wilson. You were married to Adeline Kane, now deceased. One son, Joseph Wilson, code named Jericho, now deceased. One daughter, Rose Wilson, codenamed Ravager, insane, but still living. Currently renowned as one of the best assassins in the world, but working both with and for Ra's Al Ghul and the Light. Did I miss anything?"
Ahh, the ability to fuck with arguably the greatest assassin on the planet, because if he was talking to me, it met he had triggered on of the traps I had set up. Zombies and high explosives, who knew they would make such an effective mix? I continued speaking, my voice becoming slightly gleeful.
"So Slade-y, since your here, I'm assuming Manta went and whined to the Light like a little girl huh?"
Slade grunted an affirmation, prompting me to smile victoriously.
"Very good. I'm giving you 48 hours to get me into contact with the Light, otherwise you, and whoever is with you, will die in horrible screaming agony."
There was a brief pause before Slade responded, his voice tense.
"And why exactly would we die in 48 hours if we can't or won't get you an audience with the light?"
I snorted.
"Because if you've been breathing the air within 100 feet of any of the corpses you've become infected by a personal conception I cooked up that will essentially make you internal organs melt without the antidote that I currently have none of."
And yes. I just blatantly lied, as in through my teeth and out my ass, but I don't really have another option to secure a line of communication with the Light. In all honesty, I intended to play both sides, but the Light would be the most difficult.
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Cheshire looked at Deathstroke with wide eyes. Would the other assassin forge ahead regardless? She personally didn't want to take the risk, all they knew about the voice on the other end of the Walkie somehow had the ability to make controllable zombies. Given how little they knew of the voices abilities, he might very well be telling the truth.
Deathstroke was silent and stock still for a few moments before he finally snarled.
"Fine. Well be back in less then a day with some television screens."
"Good choice."
Deathstroke snarled again and stalked off.
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Well. That went well.
It was time to get my game face on though, I had the viruses prepared for of the main members of the Light, as well as the Y.J. once they actually showed up.
A virulent and hardy flesh eating virus for Vandal Savage.
I don't really care wether or not he's actually immortal, but if he is I cant imagine that having his flesh eating and regenerating for all eternity will be particularly pleasant.
A targeted Beta Blocker for Queen Bee.
Since as far as I could tell, her pheromones essentially targeted the parts of the brain that manufactured Serotonin and Dopamine, as well as the part of the brain affected by hypnosis, known as the precuneus. The Beta blocker that. Created essentially stopped the blood flow to those parts of the brain. Of course if she was affected by it, it would eventually kill her, but before she did if my guess was right, her powers would be canceled out.
For Klarion, a very specific and fast acting form of the Black Plague that only targets cats.
Yeah, thats right, I made a genocidal cat germ. The Witch boy was at the same time the hardest and the easiest opponent to take. I frankly couldn't think of a single preparation that I could make for the Witch boys avatar, frankly I know a lot, and I mean a lot of ways to kill people, most of the time in absolutely horrifically painful ways, but I know shit about magic. Praise the boom that I remembered about Teekle being Klarions weakness.
Next is Ra's Al Ghul, and I just modified the flesh eating virus I made for Savage and made it even more fast acting, it would be able to stip the flesh from his bones in under an hour, and the the bones themselves would become powder in another twenty minutes. It would be bloody hard for anyone to resurrect him if his composite atoms were blown to the wind.
Lex Luthor, a quick virus that would infect cells and turn them cancerous, hopefully speeding up his Kryptonite cancer which he should have. If not, giving him a Brain tumor the size of a Mandarin should still be enough to kill him, or at least put him into a coma, maybe as a drooling, twitching wreck.
Finally, for Brain, a modified Bacteria that would eat away at metals, also exuding a a chemical similar to a ringed octopus, which would in turn cause a severe necrosis of Brains, well, brain.
And while I obviously couldn't infect them over a television screen, all it would need was a dropped ampule containing the virus within a mile of any of them, and then their tailored virus would catch them.
But now to wait.
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I tossed a pair of vials filled with a mild sedative at Deathstroke and Cheshire, and wasn't that entertaining to meet Artemis's sister before she ever appeared on the show stared as the television screens flickered on one by one, silhouettes on a white background flickering on one by one.
I grinned, showing my teeth as I pointed at each screen one bye one.
"Vandal Savage. Queen Bee. Lex Author. Ra's Al Ghul. The Brain. Klarion the Witch Boy. It is a pleasure to meet all of you at last."
I spread by hands wide, a smile still on my face.
"Shall we get down to business?"
