And here's chapter 3. Again, I don't own, etc. Please read and review! I always need the encouragement!
Klarion and Greta: On the Darkside, chapter 3: Impending Doom
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Jason Blood woke in darkness, sore in places he didn't even know he had, and unable to move. He smiled grimly. That wouldn't last. "Gone, gone, the form of-*" A small jolt of electricity spasmed through his throat, effectively silencing him.
Okay. So his captors knew about his alter ego. And they knew how the switch was made. That was alright. Sooner or later, they'd slip up. All he had to do was wait.
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Batgirl swung a roundhouse kick at the hurtling form, designed to not only break the force of the attack, but crack a few ribs on the unknown assailant, too. But instead of the oooof! she'd expected, it smacked sickeningly against her boot. The force of the blow shoved her back, but she regained her footing rapidly, noticing that Klarion had shielded both Greta and himself behind a shimmering wall of energy. And was it just her imagination, or did Greta's form seem a little….indistinct around the edges? Maybe it was just the effect of the magical deflector screen Klarion had just thrown up.
What had surprised them slid off the far wall and bonelessly flopped onto the floor. It was a dead body.
For a brief, horrific moment, Stephanie was sure they'd found Jason Blood. But no, this was the body of a black man, young, wearing the rags of a street dweller. The sightless eyes gazed up at them.
"Oh!" exclaimed Greta, putting her hand to her mouth. Klarion moved forward, shielding her from the sight somewhat. But she couldn't seem to turn away….
Batgirl assessed the body. Judging from the clothes, probably no one associated with Blood. There was, could be, only one reason this particular grisly booby trap had been left for them: a warning. And it served another purpose: communication. We are watching you. And we kill.
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"So. Mr. Jason Blood." Jason turned, as best he could in the confined space. He'd actually dozed off despite the discomfort of his bonds. In his long life, he'd learned to take rest when and where he could, under practically any circumstances.
The speaker was a tall man with dark hair and severe features. He was wearing tight green pants and an X-shaped harness across his mightily muscled and otherwise bare chest, and, with the wings attached, was obviously a Thanagarian warrior. "I see you're awake. I would ask if you had a pleasant night, but I'm fairly certain you didn't. I would offer apologies for that, were I truly sorry." And here he spread his hands. "As it is, my condolences. It was imperative we secure your services."
Jason Blood wiggled his hands as best he could. "I'd say you've got them. Any chance you might let me up?"
The man smiled humorlessly. "Not at the moment. You see, I'm afraid we're going to have to kill you."
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