Immortal Undeath
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to DC or Marvel. I own Farrah/Persiana and Leon/Crisis.
Chapter 18: Epilogue
Lucy Lane, a brown-haired young woman, was General Sam Lane's younger daughter and sister to the reporter Lois Lane. Unlike her older sibling, Lucy had developed many of her father's impressions and political beliefs, and followed his path in becoming a soldier for her country. News of his death had struck both the Lane sisters hard, but Lucy was taking it worse. She believed in all meta-humans, good or bad, have to be controlled by the government, registered as soldiers, or as weapons of mass destruction.
Lucy had already buried her father, and news of Crucifer's defeat at the hands of the Justice League was welcome, but she was apprehensive. Her father had distrusted aliens, including Superman, but, as his last work was trying to uncover something about the Howling Commandos and their leader Crisis. Lucy had managed to copy some of the interrogation footage and the file that was currently on the red-eyed powerhouse. Even without his powers, Lucy noted that he was hard to break. Hard to read, too. The sickening punches only seemed to encourage him, as Leon held off blow after blow from talking. Drugging him did not seem to work either, no matter what concoction was mixed into his veins. Lucy said out loud,
"What type of freak is he?"
A voice suddenly responded,
"Someone willing to die for what they believe in."
Lucy spun around and saw the one-eyed man Nick Fury. He had some stubble on his face as he looked at her deadpanned, saying,
"Hello, Lane."
Lucy tried to reach for something, but the all-too familiar click of a gun in Fury's hand prevented her from taking another motion. Fury shook his head,
"I don't want to turn this into an armed home invasion."
Lucy spat,
"What do you want?"
Her glare could cut steel in half, but Fury was seemingly unaffected by it as he said,
"To talk."
He motioned to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of hard alcohol,
"Care for a drink?"
Lucy rolled her eyes,
"Do I have a choice?"
Fury shrugged,
"If you want to be a teetotaler, be my guest."
He poured some of the hard alcohol into the glass, just enough to immerse the bottom, and put it away. He took a sip and smirked,
"Forty-year old scotch. Your father had good tastes."
Lucy rubbed her arms, very uncomfortable with the situation,
"Why are you here?"
Fury explained,
"Simple. I'm here to tell you you've got it all wrong."
Lucy shook her head,
"And, what would I have wrong, Mr…"
Fury said,
"I'm the real leader of the team. Name's Fury."
Lucy nodded,
"All right, Mr. Fury. Let's say I have it all wrong. Are you here on behalf of the Howling Commandos to tell me to stop hunting you? Or, has the Justice League decided to use you in some sort of sick black ops game?"
Fury chuckled,
"The League and our group aren't affiliated. And, as for hunting us…your father tried that and it ended up costing him his life."
Lucy's face formed a dark scorn,
"Don't talk about my father like that. He was a good man. He was trying to stop you."
Fury said,
"I fail to see how murdering hundreds of innocent people aboard what should have been the most secure facility ever devised proves anything except for making the world show the League is weak and can't take care of its own security."
Lucy replied coldly,
"Those people died the minute they decided to betray this country and work for them."
Fury took another swig and quipped,
"I was right. You are your father's daughter."
Lucy, enraged at that, tried to assault Fury, but the former head of SHIELD spun her around and pinned her to the floor. Lucy struggled to escape, but she was locked tight in the hold. Fury said,
"I'm going to say something. It could sound like a threat or a warning or a plea. Make of it what you will, but know this; if you go down this path you're going on; the life you know is going to be over if we have anything to say about it. Do I make myself clear?"
Lucy spat,
"You people still have nerve gas and murdered my father! I won't ever stop hunting you!"
Then, she felt herself get released and, as she spun around, Fury was gone. Lucy wiped her mouth and stared at the darkness for a moment. She cursed herself,
"If I was only as strong as Superman, then I would make sure the world would be safe from people like the Howling Commandos and…"
She then paused in thought and a sickening idea began to form in her mind. She chuckled at first, then, it became an increasing louder laugh, and then, it became maniacal. Whatever it was, it was going to be big…
End of Immortal Undeath
