Our Darkest Hour
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Marvel or DC. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis.
Chapter 4: Old Hauntings
Deadpool, the wise cracking mercenary, wiped the blood off of his twin katanas,
"Yeah, that's right."
He then blinked,
"Wait, this is how we're starting the chapter? We're not going to showcase my awesome prowess with these blades?"
Nick Fury, the leader of the Howling Commandos, grumbled,
"Wade-."
Deadpool continued,
"We're not going to tell the reading audience about how I single-handedly saved all your butts again?"
Fury's voice was getting more annoyed,
"Wade-."
Deadpool seemed oblivious to what was happening,
"We're not going to tell the audience that we wiped out a major terror cell? Huh? Come on, the people demand action! The people demand violence!"
At that moment, Fury slapped Deadpool upside the head,
"Shut up, Wade."
The insane mercenary rubbed the back of his head,
"Ow! That hurt!"
Satana, a sorceress half-demon and Deadpool's wife, grinned,
"Well, you did want violence, sweetie. Personally, I want it in the bedroom."
Farrah Willows, the feline Howling Commando Persiana, rolled her eyes,
"And I thought I was shameless."
Leon Maxwell, the red-eyed Howling Commando member Crisis, came out from one of the other rooms,
"What is everyone talking about?"
Instantly, it grew quiet and Leon shook his head,
"Whatever. I'm better off not knowing, anyway."
Fury asked,
"Is that all of them?"
Leon nodded,
"Yeah, it looks like it. We'll grab what we can and-."
Just then, black lights seemed to shower amongst the corpses of terrorists, and a haunting voice cackled,
"RISE!"
The corpses then came up, all decayed and zombie-like. Then, emerging from the shadows, the Grim Reaper stood, hovering above the room with his new scythe,
"Hello, Avengers."
Crisis was stunned,
"Reaper? Here?"
Farrah shook her head,
"And he thinks were the Avengers."
Deadpool scoffed,
"I am so insulted that you would think I would join those losers. Of course, if they gave me an employee benefits package, that might be another story entirely."
Donna Troy, the former League member and Titan Troia, snarled,
"Enough talking. Time for him to die."
She lashed out with a beam of dazzling energy. But, as it was about to make contact with Grim Reaper, the former Lethal Legion leader spun his scythe around, deflecting the blast with no effort. His haunting voice echoed,
"Yes, it is time. Time for you to die and be recruited with me!"
Leon gripped his lightsaber and let the horde of Black Lanterns come at the black ops team. James Rhodes, the now cyborg hero War Machine, let loose with all the bullets and fire power he could muster, but, as he and Crisis managed to hold off the horde, it just seemed to be doing little to nothing. When the undead Lanterns were all down, they began to reform again, as if nothing had ever happened to them. The red-eyed young man shook his head,
"I don't think this is working."
He then had a brief flash, as a quick vision came to him. Though it was brief, it was enough to send chills down his spine. He looked at Troia,
"Get Persiana out of here now."
The former Amazon princess protested,
"I won't leave you alone to fight this thing."
Fury noticed Leon's look and nodded,
"Kid's right, Troia. Do what he says."
Farrah then spoke up,
"Leon, what-?"
The answer did not come. Grim Reaper had a haunting, vacant look in his eyes as he received a telepathic message from Scar,
"Those that have died and been revived can also be summoned to the Corps as well."
Grim Reaper raised his scythe, and one of the Black Lanterns suddenly was reduced to a small mass of black rings. Troia watched as Crisis and War Machine were both being taken in by the Black Lantern's influence. She then used all of her speed and determination and, grabbing Persiana, flew as fast as she could. The lioness shouted,
"What are you doing?! We need to go back!"
Donna looked at Farrah,
"Leon told me to take you away from here. He obviously had a vision and believes you're an important part to it."
The feral heroine wanted to go back and help. She struggled to get loose, but, in mid-air, Donna spun her around and looked at her in the eyes,
"Sister, Leon loves you. Whatever this Reaper is doing with these Black Lantern rings, it is obviously bad for us to be here. What we need to do now is find the League and warn them of this."
Her eyes were pleading,
"Besides, you have your children to look after."
Farrah sniffed a little, holding back a tear. She knew Donna was right. But, that did not mean she had to like it. The white-furred acrobat nodded,
"All right. Let's go."
Deadpool looked in the sky,
"Oh, that's just great. Those two leave while I have got to handle this! You know, this reminds me exactly of all the messes Marvel made when they tried to kill me off. You know what, I'm going to win this fight without them!"
He turned, but then got stabbed with Reaper's scythe. The wise-cracking mercenary groaned,
"No…fair…"
Next Chapter:
The League finally gets wind of the threat of the Black Lantern Corps, and a few unlikely allies give propose an alliance with them! Stay tuned, fellow readers!