A/N: *EDIT*
THERE!
I updated something that wasn't Fate related!
Washed up, am I? A writer of nothing but tripe and faded trash?
Afraid to leave my comfortable corner and write other stories besides Fate?
...really? I thought we were past this. Apparently note. I don't know what else to say at this point. I just pushed out four updates in four days. No, wait, this makes SIX updates in three days now. I AM writing other stuff besides Fate. There. I've said it. Now stop telling me to die, and for the love of god, stop with the death threats. If this keeps up I am sodding LEAVING.
You want me to do that again?
I'm not kidding. I already vanished for a year awhile ago. I have life outside of this site now; a life involving a young nephew, two jobs and absolutely FUCK ALL because I have responsibilities these days, responsibilities I'. I write in my free time. I do not get paid for any of it. I do not accept commissions, only requests. Now, I'm not begging for reviews here. Far from it. I'm grateful for every kind word and criticism I get. But its when folks curse and threaten me that I begin to lose my temper.
Anyway, I'm off to work another double. Looking forward to chatting with you all when I get back.
So here. Another update. Out of spite for the trolls. Enjoy it. Have at ye.
Reviews are love. Reviews are life. Reviews make me strive.
As ever, this will be gone in two days if folks don't like it.
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Long live Justice League Unlimited!
Sorry if its short.
"Fear not the man who shouts, for they are honest.
Fear the one who never raises their voice.
Lest you never know them."
~?!
Breaking Out (Interlude)
Nope.
Deadshot took one look at the footage and shook his head.
This was insane; completely, utterly, wholly insane. Not only was he being asked to do something WAY above his pay grade, but as he watched the footage sprawl out before him, he experienced something he hadn't felt in quite a long time. Fear. Not just for himself, but for the poor bastards on the recording. Humans weren't meant to bend that way. Just the sight of it made his stomach turn. Nothing Cadmus said or did would convince him otherwise. No, his mind was most assuredly mad eup.
In the end, only five words came to mind.
...fuck this shit I'm out."
Waller fought to maintain her stoic expression.
"I beg your pardon?" Needless to say, she failed miserably.
"You heard me," he said slowly, "Ya'll can just shoot me. I'm not dealing with this shit."
The portly woman's face turned most stormy indeed, but he didn't waver."Deadshot, you WILL do as you're told-
"I said I ain't doing it." the sharpshooter replied, slamming his manacled hands against the table. "Go ahead. Blow my head off. See that?" he indicating the looping footage with a hand as particularly vicious burst of heat and light rendered an unfortunate attacker little more than a meaty morsel, "He just turned that guy to paste. By LOOKING at him. That one? He burst him like a rotten grape by tapping his forehead. Get your little witch and the rest of your "Suicide Squad" to kill him and his girl. I'm not going anywhere NEAR 'em."
She shouted at him for quite some time after that, but he wouldn't budge.
That kid...whatever he was...he wasn't human. He couldn't be.
Wherever he was now, whatever he was doing...
...he almost pitied whoever confronted him.
(...0o0o0...)
Diana stared at the boy cringing on the rooftop beneath her and wondered at him.
He was strange this one; only moments ago she'd seen him eviscerate a squad of men without breaking a sweat, watched from afar as he lay waste to nearly a dozen armed and armored officers without batting an eye. She hadn't been fast enough; had been too late to prevent their deaths. Truly, he'd dispatched them with ease born of one of the Gods themselves. His skills were right up there with those of Superman. What concerned her, however, was not merely the unnerved
His eyes had been cold and hard, vicious and intent.
Yet now it was as if he were a completely different person. He had the look of a cornered animal, one that would bite at the slightest provocation. The youth stood there, perched upon the rooftop; a lost puppy desperately searching for its owner. The sight caused her to dither, made her think. For each an' every second that past, her heart hurt to look at him. Hera, it wrenched! She knew she needed to arrest this boy-young man, she reminded herself-yet something told her any attempt on her part would likely result in a fresh outburst of violence from the blond.
After what she'd seen, the warrior wasn't in any hurry to start a fight, not with that.
He'd murdered those men; in cold blood at that. By all the Gods...
Never one to leave a lost soul in need, she descended after him. Those eerie eyes saw her straight away, but they didn't recognize her until she'd finally alighted beside her. His body shifted slightly, those tattered black jeans shuffling as he shifted to keep her in his line of sight. Diana felt her respect for the newcomer climb another notch. The unconscious young woman in his arms groaned softly and he went positively tense before he managed to will himself from lunging at her.
Exhausted blue eyes met hers, wary, and so very weary. "Can you help us?"
Incredibly, the Amazon found herself nodding. "Yes, I think I can."
Ah, how little Diana knew.
How very little indeed.
A/N: I'm feeling...drained at the moment.
Why, you ask, well, to put it bluntly for you folks:
I just learned about those shootings at this very moment.
What's wrong with the world when we have two like that within less than twenty-four hours of each other? I have family down there, and hearing that made my blood run cold.
Lets have a moment of silence in their memory.
*takes a moment of silence*
And there we go! Naruto's out there in the world, wreaking all kinds of havoc!
I really feel sorry for Cadmus in this; most because our dear blond is not only slightly unhinged, but he's got an entire world of power to achieve his means now...and the means by which to take the fight to the organization that created him. Think he and Gala should join the League? Oh, wouldn't that cause chaos...
So, in the Eternal and Immortal Words of Atlas...
...Review, Would You Kindly? Please?
No previews. Sorry, everyone.
I'm not in a good mood.
...fine. But only one.
(Preview)
Lex Luthor snarled, spitting in surprise as the penthouse window imploded at his back.
"What the devil?!"
Shielding his face from the glass with an arm, the billionare balked.
At first he thought it was Superman-but no, the hair was all wrong. So was the build. His body was smaller than the Man of Steel's too; sleek and slim where the alien had always been bulky. Oh, he had the cape but the outfit was all black and red and orange.
"Lex Luthor?"
"Charmed, I'm sure." Lex frowned. "And you are?"
Blue eyes burned red.
"Your executioner."
Its the last thing he hears before his world is bathed in blue flames.
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