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-TheDarkAbyss
Location: Bludhaven
Date: Feb 14, 2010
Time: 2:23 AM
Emmy was vaguely aware of the battle going on before her. She-Tak's brother looked exactly like him. Same purple body, same pink eyes, and same tentacle-hoof hands. The only difference was that this rhino-pus alien was shooting at her with a blaster.
How was she blocking this?
Her head felt clouded and time was skipping ahead a few seconds with each blink. It was like being in a dream where your eyes were clouds, and you were trying to walk through cement.
Who made the big shield keeping the blaster from hitting her?
Who made the giant hands crushing the alien's purple ship?
Who made the green tsunami sending the enraged brother into the ocean below never to be seen again?
Was it her? Was it She-Tak?
Emerald's head was throbbing. Her stomach jerked in her abdominal cavity like she was falling. Wait. She was falling. She opened her eyes and saw the ground rapidly approaching. With a startled grunt she threw her arms in front of her face, waiting for a death blow that never came.
Emmy slowly let one eye open and peaked through her fingers to see the sand a foot from her face. She was floating. She gasped and faceplanted into the earth. She laboriously rolled over onto her back, entire body on fire in a way that was both painful and pleasing. A beeping drew her to the escape pod without her conscious consent. In between She-Tak's legs was a dark green object with a thin handle on top and a glowing core. Emerald instinctively reached in to grab it. It was heavier than expected and she fell backwards with the item crashing roughly into her stomach. Her head was spinning again. Bile invaded her throat and she had barely gotten to her hands and knees before she was vomiting the remnants of her chicken and broccoli dinner onto the sand. She coughed a few times feeling miserable and lightheaded in her physical nadir. Within seconds the darkness invading the edges of her vision overtook her and she collapsed into the pile of her own sickness.
Location: Oa
Date: Feb 15, 2010
Time: 14:32
The light was warm in Emmy's eyes and she turned over in the plush, doughy bed. She frowned to herself. Her bed wasn't this comfortable, and her sheets weren't this soft. The smells of her apartment were always a little too damp and moldy, and the duck-tape covered cracks in the windows ensured that the apartment was always a little too polluted and drafty. These smells were fruity and oceanic, and the air was pleasant and dry. Emmy shot up in the bed. The room was a ginormous oval. Cream beams were wrapping around the walls in a convoluted pattern that looked like a web. Green accents interrupted the creamy expanses every few feet.
Emmy had no idea how she got here, but it was the weirdest and nicest prison cell she'd ever seen. She got to her feet and looked at the oval skylight in the center of the ceiling. The sky was blue and bright. She had a gut feeling that she was safe and should be calm, but her survival-trained mind scowled at the peacefulness in her countenance. Emmy turned from the skylight to check the room for potential weapons she could use against whoever or whatever had just kidnapped her but blanched when her eyes hit a floor-length mirror.
She was unrecognizable to herself. Emmy gaped as she walked closer to the mirror. From the neck down she was covered in a green suit. Her arms from under her deltoid to midway down her forearm, part of her ribs, and her legs from hips to below the knee were covered in a green so dark it was almost black. There was a white circle in the center of her chest that housed a verdant icon she couldn't quite place but whose familiarity tickled the edge of her brain. The rest of her body was coated in a lighter green. It looked like each one of her muscles were individually wrapped in the mysterious material and the fibers had small gaps between them where a current of glowing lime green beads pulsed around her person from one spot. She followed the source of the light to a thick green ring on her middle finger. With a jolt Emmy remembered the alien crash she had witnessed before losing consciousness. That being mentioned a ring. Is this the ring?
She looked in the mirror again. Her normally dark blonde wavy hair was now a myriad of neon and light green streaks as it fell to her collarbones. There was a forest green mask covering the region just above her eyebrows to the tip of her cheekbones. What disconcerted her most was that her irises were now an unnatural and slightly glowing lime green shade. She leaned closer to the mirror and lightly touched the edge of the mask with her left hand. The mask disappeared and she jerked away from the mirror in shock, landing on the bed.
Emmy continued to stare at the mirror. With the disappearance of the mask her eyes had returned to their normal color. A thin ring of grey around her pupil, an iris of frosted blue, and a dark line of navy around the very edge of her iris before the white of her eyes began. She frowned at them. She liked the lime green better. Those eyes weren't the spitting image of her father's. Her hair had also returned to its normal dark blond except for a few strands of green framing her face. She actually really liked it that way.
In fact, she liked the entire ensemble. Emmy had spent most of her life focused on surviving and had not thought much about her appearance but looking into the mirror in this room she had a thought she had never really had before: Damn. I look good. Her 5'6 lean and toned frame was hugged perfectly by the living material, and she spun around to stare at her back. Her boobs looked a little perkier than normal, her muscular butt was highlighted perfectly, and every crevice of her toned abs, arms, and legs were on display. She flexed in front of the mirror. She'd always seen her body as primarily being a weapon, but despite Daddy Dearest's best efforts to turn her into a mindless killing machine, she was still a girl, and this suit was doing all sorts of things for her teenaged self-esteem. The material also felt very light and durable. It was like she was naked while still being protected with armor. She looked at her face again, smiling slightly at how her hair looked with the green in it. It made her eyes look bluer and her slightly pouty lips look pinker. She'd had a five second meltdown at 13 when she'd felt that her upper lip was too thin compared to her lower lip, but she'd squashed that insecurity down as soon as Sage said she was hungry and asked for dinner. Insecurities were a luxury for kids with free-time and no children to support. Emmy looked at herself fully. I look pretty. The grin morphed into a scowl.
This wasn't who she was. She didn't stand in front of mirrors checking herself out after being kidnapped and taken to strange locations. Get it together, East.
Emmy turned from the mirror and searched the room. One door led to a large bathroom with a big window in a shower. The window was marbled for privacy, so Emmy couldn't get any location details. She quickly scanned drawers for weapons, but her search was unfruitful. She walked back into the bedroom and approached the white door to her right. This appeared to be the exit. Would it be locked? She slowly turned the knob. It offered no resistance. Emmy peaked her head out into a creamy, light-filled hallway. She didn't see anyone. She glanced back into the room with a frown. If only she'd brought the karambit she usually slept with to the match last night. She felt a small surge of energy in her left hand and looked down to see a perfect green replica of her karambit sitting there innocently. She choked on the air she was breathing but forced herself to calm down. Not the time to freak out. Freak out later when you know what's going on.
She headed down the hallway to the right with light steps and her hallucinated weapon ready to strike. She heard laughter and voices and hid behind one of the curved pillars. A giant pig-bulldog-rhino guy was walking next to an orange alien with four legs and six arms. She had seen Martian Manhunter on the news a few times, and objectively knew that aliens existed, but seeing so many in person in such a short timeframe was still baffling. Emmy frowned at the duo. They were wearing the same green material she was. Was it some kind of prisoner uniform? Had she been kidnapped by a crazy cult?
She listened in on their conversation. "Yeah, she's our newest addition to Sector 2814. I hear her first battle showed almost unprecedented promise."
"Well with Hal Jordan living there it's no wonder they need another lantern."
The laughter returned at that evidently hysterical joke.
Emmy quirked an eyebrow. Hal Jordan sounded like a human name. Who was the "she" they were talking about, what's a "sector", and what does "another lantern" mean?
The two aliens stopped walking and knocked on the door she had just exited. The big bulldog guy opened it and they walked in. Shit. I'm the she! Emmy accidentally sent a glass vase crashing into the ground and alerted the beings to her presence. The three of them looked at each other with wide eyes for a second before she threw the karambit at the orange one and was running down the hallway at top speed.
"Wait!" She heard behind her. "You're safe! We're here to help!"
What by kidnapping me? She scoffed to herself and ran faster. Surprisingly, her body felt none of the exhaustion it had yesterday, and she was running faster than she normally could.
Voices were yelling behind her and other aliens were starting to peak their heads out of the doors in the hallway. Someone was shouting that she was disoriented, and the newest member, and to not hurt her, and other orders Emmy ignored as she raced through the hallway. She could see a bright light at the end of the tunnel and rushed toward it thankful that she would soon be able to get out of this place. She passed the last door of the hallway and skidded to a stop in a circular platform that dropped off into oblivion after only ten feet. Emmy's mouth fell open at the world around her. The sky was awash with pastel blues, purples, and a dozen colors she had never seen before. There were thousands of skyscrapers in foreign architectural designs and there were flying green people everywhere. This was not Earth.
"Did I..." she heard her pursuers reach the end of the hallway behind her. She turned around dazed. "Am I in...heaven? Am I dead?"
The bulldog laughed at her.
"No," he smirked. "You're in Oa. And you're a Green Lantern."
