DON'T OWN NOTHING
BACK TO POINT: THE LEAGUE I'LL REFER TO IN THEIR CIVILIAN NAMES (I.e: John, Diana, Bruce, Wally, Clark…so on)
THE LORD'S WILL BE IN THEIR SUPERHERO MODES: (I.e: Lantern, Wonder Woman, Batman, Flash, Superman…)
I KNEW U GUYS PROBABLY FIGURED THIS OUT…LLLLOOOONG AGO BUT JIC
Flash knew he was dead long before he had entered the room…and now, because of him, Wally would be soon. When he saw the beams sailing at him, he was actually surprised. He knew what Superman was capable of and the fact that he had gone through with killing him was mind boggling. But he wasn't dead, not yet at least. The wounds were deep and were oozing an odd sort of pus and it hurt. It was a numbing sort of pain but it also felt as if flames were shooting all through him. He looked over at Wally and saw that the alternate was alive and conscious, attempting to move. He had been struck somewhere in his back…
"Wally…" Wally had his eyes narrowed in pain or in his attempts to move,
"I'm alright…" He called out in a hoarse whisper, " What about you?"
Flash could feel the life draining from him, he was losing the battle, yet still he answered,
"I'm good too." They were in a small corner of the room, far from the others who were watching Clark pull himself out of a wall that seemingly had no damage.
"I guess we wait for help, huh?"
He was only answered with silence.
Wonder Woman was the first to snap. She flung herself at Diana with a yell. Diana ducked down and threw up her shoulder just as she passed over, slamming her jaw and sending her sprawling on her back. The others, goaded on by Wonder Woman's bold action, charged as well, except for the Batmans and J'onns. They stood apart, glaring at each other, yet not fighting.
Clark wanted to kill. It was as simple as that. His eyes glowed with the eager laser beams. He wanted to tear Superman's flesh, to bash his head in and leave him alive just long enough to hear him beg for mercy. What the hell was wrong with him? He was looking not only into his face…but into he could become. Superman's face was twisted and his eyes were wide and glazed over with a mad man's anxiety.
Was he really willing to turn into that?
His eyes traveled over to Flash and Wally and it dawned on him,
Yes. No matter what it did to do it. Superman would die by his hands. He was everything Clark could never be…he could cross that line and still…still…wear that cape. Why did he do that? Why couldn't he just solve many of the problems that way? He saw Shayera being slammed with her own mace, Diana being forced onto her back with her own strength, John and his ring…and for an instant he knew why.
'We're not meant to be the lords of anyone's life. They were just like us, the few gifted ones and it was their responsibility to help anyone and everyone. They weren't there to play Judge or Jury….and they were never to play God. But they did….and this was there fate for it.
It was the Lord's fate…he would not let it be the League's.
With a small sigh, he rose and hovered. Without any other warning, he fired back at Superman.
YES ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER, I'M EVIL…INCREDIBLY EVIL MUHAHAHAHAHAH…….ANYWHO…….YEAH…..I'LL UPDATE SOON PROMISE…..HEHEH….YEA…..