Post by Spider-Man Beyond on Oct 1, 2007 18:07:56 GMT -5
Truth & Justice II #1
Written by JC Roberts (Calamityjamie)
Edited by Daniel Dyer (Spider-Man Beyond)
I have sunk so low
I have messed up…
And there doesn't seem
A way to be redeemed.
~ “Fallen,” Sarah McLaughlin
I have messed up…
And there doesn't seem
A way to be redeemed.
~ “Fallen,” Sarah McLaughlin
Superwoman palmed away the lightning bolt and drove a spinning back kick into the ribs of the colorfully masked super-powered desperado who’d flung it at her. She followed up the first kick with a heel to the solar plexus, but the villain, who called himself Pillan, managed to toss off a tornado-like tongue of fire before he doubled over, gasping. The flames twisted around the tall blonde superhero, obstructing her view long enough for Pillan to recover and put a chunk of the blazing Chilean sky between them.
As she shrugged through the fiery helix, Superwoman glanced quickly landward and noted that Pillan’s two dozen fanatical followers, pumped up as they were on some sort of herbal super-steroid, were less than a challenge for her seven teammates. Only a handful of the orange-masked, loin-cloth clad disciples of the self-styled would-be Mapuche god remained on their feet. The rest of Pillan’s “huecuvus” – demon spirits – lay scattered on the Earth like a weird mosaic of candy corn.
Pillan was soaring inland toward a cluster of small long-dormant volcanoes. Superwoman was glad to see him moving away from Arica, the resort city he had targeted for annihilation. In addition to tourists luxuriating on some of the nicest beaches in Chile, the city was thick with nightclub patrons and gamblers from all over the world – a hell of a lot of potential massacre victims. Superwoman felt more comfortable letting loose in the isolated mountain area surrounding Arica. She felt hot wind against her face and shoulders as she rocketed toward her adversary, determined that his first ride on the supervillian train would be his last.
She was faster than Pillan and mere meters from grabbing him when she felt a torrent of murky warmth push over her shoes, past her legs and finally over her torso and head. Lava.
Damn.
He’d waited until she’d flown over a volcano and triggered a sort of geological projectile vomiting effect. Now Superwoman was pissed. She was sure the molten rock had melted the soles of her favorite Reeboks.
Pillan was plummeting downward, skimming the body of one of the larger volcanoes in an attempt to obscure his escape. Apparently, he had not taken a potential need for camouflage into account when choosing his garish red and purple costume, opting instead to make some sort of warped cultural statement. Superwoman spotted him easily and plunged after him, effortlessly parrying a single, rather weak, lightning bolt he attempted to throw over his shoulder. Then she flew parallel to Pillan, locked her arms around his waist from behind and flipped backwards. She slammed heavily into the ground, taking Pillan with her. The impact did nothing to Superwoman, but the supposed South American deity was unconscious.
“Guess this ends your reign of annoyance,” Superwoman said. She was sorry Pillan couldn’t hear her. Hoisting him over her shoulder, she lifted off to rejoin the rest of the Justice League.
Her teammates had finished off Pillan’s minions and were waiting for her. Arsenal and Flash were walking among the wounded Huecuvus, most of whom where out cold. Midori, the League’s newest member, was jotting notes on a handheld device, while Grendel Gardner, the League’s Green Lantern, projected a giant inverted emerald arrow into the sky, alerting local authorities to the location where the bad guys were available for pick-up. Arican squad cars were tearing down a badly paved road toward the battle site. Not far behind them were jeeps bearing squads of military police.
Batman was standing with his back to a giant boulder, his arms folded over his chest as he surveyed the field of tangled bodies. Near him stood Quiver, Arsenal’s daughter. Lian Harper, like her father, Roy, was an expert archer. She was smacking at the handle of her bow in an attempt to brush away some dirt when Batman seized her by the arm and lifted her off of her feet, swinging her in a high circular arc toward an attacking Huecuvu who had seemingly come out of nowhere. Quiver recovered quickly from the unexpected lift and rammed the pointed end of her bow into the charging man’s chest.
Superwoman opened her mouth to shout a warning: a second rogue Huecuvu had just leapt from the boulder behind Batman, who was still swinging Quiver into her assailant.
Superwoman should have known better; Batman was the ultimate combat multitasker. His left leg shot almost 180 degrees in the air, catching the second attacker with a thrusting sidekick that would end his reproductive capabilities, before setting Quiver gracefully onto the ground. The Huecuvus’ last holdouts lay crumpled at their feet.
“That was awesome.” Superwoman touched down and dumped Pillan. She beamed at her teammates. Lian curtsied with exaggerated flourish. Batman reacted as he always did to praise – by not responding at all. His eyes moved from Superwoman to the lifeless Pillan.
“I guess we’re not going to destroy civilization in order to rebuild it,” he said.
“Not today,” said Superwoman.
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