"You're just another brick and I'm a sledgehammer,"
Unknown
The death of dear Incubus nearly brought them to knees. The pain they felt was unbearable. But his death will not be in vain. She can bring him back once she takes her vengeance out on those responsible.
The humans, Task Force X as Waller referred them as, turns towards her direction. She stood as tall as Incubus, two pairs of arms rest against her lean frame, two sets of neon green catlike stares directly into their very souls. They gave off scent of fear, uncertainty, and strangely courage. Her mouth curves up slightly, showing off sharp canines.
"You next." One of them spoke to her as if he could challenge her as if he were her equal.
"Is that so?" She questions.
She read that his mind was in a conundrum, all of their minds were with the same question: Who was she? The Enchantress or Morana?
"I'm neither the Enchantress or Morana. I am merely a mixture of the two. One being now. I am Malachite."
"I don't care who you are." It was the soldier who spoke to Malachite.
"Still think you can save them?" She laughs darkly. "Still carry the guilt, Rick Flag? You're too late. The spell is complete. Once you and your armies are gone, my darkness will spread across this world and it will be mines to rule."
Malachite turns her attention back to her machine and raise her arms high into the sky, transferring her magic into the machine. Neon green light, cold rain and lighting burst into the sky, debris levitating from the ground.
With her mind connected with Waller's, Malachite knows where direct her attack. Her first target was one of the main U.S. satellites. Closing her eyes, she sees how the humans are scrambling around trying to figure out what was happening. How did she know where to target their satellites and military bases? The darkness and chaos slowly spread across the United States.
"We gotta cut her heart out!"
Deadshot
Just as he was this close to being with her, the witch stole her from him again. And turned her into a monster. It felt like it was damn near impossible to save her now. There's no telling how powerful this witch, Malachite, was.
Gotta cut the bitch's heart out. He thought. She's weak without it.
The high strong wind and rain was blowing into his face, making it hard for him to see the witch clearly.
Deadshot feels a hand grasping on his shoulder and before he could react, his body was toss to the ground. He rolls over a couple of time before landing on his stomach, grunting in pain. He quickly gets back up, watching as the witch knocking some of his teammates to the ground. Katana and Boomerang was the last two standing. She swings her sword at the witch but misses by ducking down.
While con the ground, Malachite knocks Capt. Boomerang down with her legs. She leaps up off the ground and goes for Katana. Katana swings her sword at her again but as soon as the metal blade came in contact with the witch, she vanishes in a large mist of amber and smoke.
Sinister laughter echoes within the air.
Katana speaks in her native language, her tone cautious and urgent.
Deadshot looks in every direction of the ruin train station looking for any signs of the witch. The others were looking for her too, all of them on high alert. The rain and wind blows harder.
"While we're fighting that thing is laying waste to the whole damn world!" Flag calls out. "Where is she?"
"I dunno." Complains Harley.
Her laughter echoes in the air again, sending shivers down his spine.
Malachite suddenly appears at the center of the machine, wielding a sword in each hand. Deadshot noted how she changed her appearance of seductively beautiful goddess to a more feral, dirty creature She swings them in her hand gracefully, crouching down like a tiger, vanishing in black mist again.
They all turned, waiting.
Five seconds passed.
Fifteen seconds.
Still nothing…
"Look out! Look out!" Flag calls out to him.
Turning his head to the left, Deadshot sees the witch in mid-air with swords high above her head ready to kill. She slices down at him, but he manages to block her attack with his wrist magnums. She swings again at his head but he blocks her attack, disarming one of her hands.
Malachite fell back and pivoted, kicking Deadshot in the middle of his chest. He spun as she slid closer for another attack and slams Boomerang into the ground.
His body was screaming at him, telling him to stop fighting. He didn't know how much more hit he could take.
As he got up, he saw as Katana was just about to use her Soultaker soul on the witch. However, without even turning to face her, one of Malachite's hands emit a low green low and magically stops Katana mid-air. A bolt of energy burst from her hand and went straight at Katana, sending the warrior backwards.
Malachite then grabs Flag by his throat and lifts him off the ground.
"You are such a nuisance, Rick Flag…" Her voice was a distorted version of two people speaking at the same tone.
Harley's bat came down on her head hard. She didn't release her grip of Flag but twists her head in a 180-degree motion to glare at Harley. It looks like the impact only annoyed her instead of hurting her. Malachite's lower arms grabs Harley by her thighs and toss her into the pillars.
Deadshot began to fire shots at the witch continuously. Even though, she was protected by magic, Malachite drops Flag to the ground, vanishing again.
Malachite
She appears at the platform again, getting annoyed with playing with them.
All of them, including the half-man/half reptile creature whom she thought was dead, stood in front of her lined up slide-by-slide, ready to fight again.
"Enough!" She orders. With a wave of her hand, she had them disarmed of their weapons. "Of all who have faced me you have earned mercy. For the last time, join me…or die."
The gears of the machine behind her spun faster, rain and wind blew sideways with unnatural intensity. Whatever plan these human were things to come up with now is too late.
The Quinn girl was the first to give in.
"I'm not much of a joiner but…maybe we should." She suggested.
"Hey, she's trying to take over the world." Lawton informs her.
"So? What's the world ever done for us anyhow? It hates us!" She argues, turning towards Malachite. She slowly walks over to the witch-goddess.
"Hey, Harley!" Lawton calls out to her but she ignores him.
"Hey lady, um, I lost my Puddin'." Quinn tells her. "But you can get him back right?"
Malachite smiles at her. "I can my dear. Anything you want." She steps down from the platform, approaching the human girl.
"You promise?"
"Yes child." Malachite answers. "You need only bow and serve beneath my feet."
The girl looks so defeated and worn down. She leans over bowing. "I like what you're selling lady," Quinn said as she looks up at her. "But there's one teeny tiny problem."
"And what tis it?"
Suddenly she felt a sharp burning pain at the center of her chest and she cries out. Distracted by the pain, Malachite flung her arms in the air, letting out a horrible inhuman shriek.
"I can see through your bullshit," Quinn growls, shoving her hand into her chest wound and removing her heart.
Weakly, she tries to claw at the girl, to get her heart back but she fell to her hands and knees, panting hard. She couldn't heal herself because she was disconnected from the machine. Looking up, she saw that Lawton was the one who was about to destroy her machine. With the last of her strength and magic, she got inside Lawton's mind and project an imagine of his daughter, convincing him to not pull the trigger.
"Please, daddy don't do it." Malachite said to Lawson as his daughter.
She watches as conflict crosses over his features.
"The only way for us to be together is if you don't pull the trigger. Daddy, I love you. Please don't do this." She begs him.
Lawton stares at her for a long time, lowering his gun slightly.
There was another voice in his head. The girl's voice. "You're not a bad person, Floyd." Her voice echoes in his head, bracing Malachite's spell on him. "I still love you, no matter how this ends. Do the right thing. You do it for her…."
Seeing that Lawton was no longer under her influence, Malachite reached up as the explosive device was being thrown into the machine as a final desperate attempt to stop it. Suddenly, the train station was engulfed in flames and smoke. Malachite got caught in the blast, unable to create a magical shield to protect herself. All her power, her strength, her magical energy, was gone.
It was over.
Deadshot
He stared as the machine he'd helped destroy ripped into non-existence. It was gone, he knew. Because of him.
Because of all of them.
Flag ran up and, before he could object, wrapped him in a bear hug. It hurt like hell. "You did it, man." He said. Deadshot pushes himself free and steps back.
"Hey, man. I'm not a hugger." He informs Flag. "Not a hugger."
From the corner of his eyes, he sees the Enchantress, now weak and fragile, crawling towards pile of debris. He turns to look at what the witch was doing.
She reaches up weakly with her hands to touch another hand that stuck out from the debris pile. He felt his heart snuck to the pit of his stomach.
"No…" He mutters. He shoves the Enchantress away from the debris pile, desperately trying to dig her out. "God no. Lena. Lena!? Lena!"
"She's not coming back…" The witch said in a low voice. "You're wasting your breath."
Deadshot glares down at her. "This is your fault. You killed her!"
The Enchantress smiles weakly. "It's not my doing." She glances up at Katana. "Let me join my siblings."
Katana raised her sword over her head, ready to bring it down on Flag's command.
"Katana, don't!"
Flag takes the bloody, pulsing heart from Boomerang's hands. Deadshot saw how quickly the Enchantress' expression went from arrogant to simply terrified.
"You bring June back." Flag demanded. "You bring her back."
"She's not coming back." The Enchantress tells him. "Neither of them are coming back."
"I'll crush this. Do you hear me?" Flag threatens. "You bring June back or I'll crush this!"
"Go ahead." The Enchantress taunts. "You don't have the backbone to do it."
Flag looks at Deadshot then back to the Enchantress. Pain cross his features. He knew what he had to do. Staring at the heart, gray and desiccated, and crushed it in his grip. The Enchantress' body twist and jerk, letting out an inhuman cry of agony for a moment before her entire body went completely limp and still.
It was finally over. The world was safe.
But at what cost?
Then he heard a weak faint groan.
AN: Hey guys, I'm sorry I left you here with another cliffhanger (I promise you they're not intentional). I wanna thank you guys for sticking by this story since day 1. There's at least one or two chapters left to this story.