An Elseworlds Tale
by John Hefner -- RHagen6902@aol.com
Disclaimer: All character described herein are copyright DC Comics, save for Sam Bluestone, which is Copyright 1998 John Hefner.
Welcome to the future, stranger. Come on, have a seat. Right there. Yeah.
comfortable. Hey, it's cold. Come warm up near the fire. Pour a little more
booze on it to keep it going.
Thaaat's right. Look, I just gotta say, I love that coat. Black. You kinda
look like a Darkman-Dick Tracy
mix. So what's a bum like you doing here on the streets of Metropolis? Me, I
get along. I find some good
spots for shelter. You know, places the Parademons haven't found yet. You'd be
amazed what we can
salvage. Clothes, food, water, hell, it's almost like Christmas every day
'round here! Well, except I
remember Christmas when there was no risk of losing any limbs, more or less
your life. Y'know, they're
much cleverer then you'd expect at first glance. They can sniff us out like
bloodhounds. Now, if you want
my opinion, you'll probably last a couple weeks, maybe a month or two. Me,
I've been dukin' this war out
for years. I tell you, someday, the nobility of the Green Lantern Corps will
overcome Parallax. On that
What?! What planet have you been on for the past ten years, buddy? MARS?
Geez. Look, I really
can't understand that. Okay, if you really are that clueless, here you go: you
remember the "Final Night",
right? That whole thing with the sun going out and good ol' Hal Jordan
sacrificin' himself for the greater
good? Well, couple 'o years later, turns out Parallax came out of that battle
pretty good, only when he
came back, he was... different. When Parallax first reared his ugly head, he
was a bad guy doing
reasonably good things, at least that's what he thought, but the Sun-Eater
must've done something to his
mind. First, there were the typical street riots that all super-villains seem
to enjoy doing. A couple
smashed cars, some scared pedestrians, you know, normal stuff. Then, there was
the incident in New
York. Trust me, you don't wanna know. Anyhow, fierce battle occurred between
the JLA and Parallax.
The first to fall was, I guess appropriately, Green Lantern. The Rayner kid
never stood a chance. Wonder
Woman was reduced to dry earth. Martian Manhunter erupted into a mass of
flames. Green Arrow was
shot by his own bow and arrows. His own bows and arrows. Swarms of piranhas
finished the job on
Aquaman they'd started long ago. And Superman, well, Parallax didn't need to
look very far for
kryptonite. It's a well known fact, well, a rumor actually, that someone's in
cahoots with Parallax, but
that's a different story. That battle, man, it was far worse than what
happened to Barry Allen. The only
ones to make it out alive were Batman and the Flash, but...you really don't
wanna hear about 'em. What's
worse, Parallax didn't even stop there. He went on to destroy thousands of
cities across the globe. Now,
there are less than a hundred metas out there, and most of 'em are dying in
prisons. Parallax succeeded in
what other super-villains only dreamed of: he had conquered Earth. Yet for
some reason, he just would
not stop. One by one, all planets fell before him: Rann, Graxos IV, G'newt,
Tamaran, Kalanor, Dhor,
Pawsteem, Almerac, Kvetch, Korugar, hell, not even the might of Allfather or
the fury of Darkseid could
stop him. They're now nothing more than lifeless stones floating through the
reaches of space. Death
everywhere. Here, the citizens of Metropolis are like squabbling mice-people,
hiding from the
Parademons, once Darkseid's military power, now Parallax's own police force.
The travel the streets and
astonishing speed, arresting anyone who so much as looks at them. The
prisoners are put into industrial
prisons where they're forced to produce more Parademons, as well as various
weapons and tools. It's the
holocaust all over again, except this time, none will be spared.
My God, you hear that? The Parademons are coming. They're coming for me.
They've sensed the
heat of the fire and now they're coming. Drokk, I screwed up big time. Listen,
kid, whoever you are, take
this. It's an address. Go there. Say the password "Kltpzyxm", and try remember
it, because they only give
you one chance at it. Take this blaster pistol. Use it to save yourself
against the Parademons. I've got my
own. I'll hold 'em off just long enough for you to get away. Now go.
Hey! When you get there, tell 'em Jimmy Olsen sent ya!
Ha! Bring it on, 'mons!
I can take you all! I'll kick your asses!
C'mon, jerkweeds! Suck my-
The card read "1560 Cordell Blvd." On the back of the card was a very crude
pencil rendition of
the Green Lantern icon. He looked at the card and felt a sense of nostalgia,
but why, he could not say. He
know morning would rise soon. When it did, he was vulnerable. He scattered
through the dark alleys of
Metropolis, looking for Cordell Blvd. The city is a stranger to him. He is a
stranger here himself, caught
in a maze of a strange city. Realization: he's alone. There are some evil
metallic monstrosities after him.
He's been wearing the same clothes for... for... how long? Two years? Three?
Who knows. He's also
hungry, that, he knows. He was able to salvage bits of bread left on the
pavement by some old loser who
was picked up by the Parademons. It was just lying there. He thought, "hey, if
I don't get it, the rats will."
You've got to look at it from his point of view. Just run. It's 12:05 am. You
have six hours 'till daylight.
Run for all you're worth. If they catch you, you won't be worth much. He
started to panic. He just started
running blindly. Run, you idiot! RUN! GET THE HELL AWAY! Then, suddenly, the
spiraled around him. Once the world stopped, he tried to catch his breath, but
instead inhaled a mouthful
of water. He got to his knees, violently coughing the water out of his lungs.
It tasted horrible, muddy,
acidic, almost metallic. It took his about a minute to realize that he had
fallen onto the cold, wet pavement
and he had landed face first in a puddle of water (or was it water?). He
looked straight down and saw
someone else looking right at him. No, it was just a reflection in the puddle.
He noticed his scruffy
complexion, covered with smudges of dirt and mud and whatever else he fell in.
He ran his hands
through his long-unwashed dark brown hair. Then it struck him. His eyes
widened. He did not recognize
the man in the reflection. He thought, that can't be me...
WHO AM I?
"Yeah, waddya want?"
"Um," he said, "Kltpz..." what kind of messed up word is this? "Kltpzyxm.
The man looking through the crack of the door stared at him as if he were
some sort of a freak or
something. The stranger stared back. "Olsen sent me. Jimmy Olsen. He's dead."
The man in the door said nothing, but opened the door and stepped sideways.
stumbled awkwardly inside. He was greeted by three women with blankets and a
cup of hot liquid. They
led him into a bigger room with Green Lantern symbols messily painted on the
walls. They sat him onto a
bed. He thanked them for their kindness, and they left him to rest. The last
thought that passed through
his mind before he fell into sleep was one of the three women, with black hair
flowing into the atmosphere
like an endless river of obsidian...
The halls of LexCorp were long and cold, just they way Parallax wanted them.
Metal covered the
walls for as far he could see, and large velvet curtains were draped around as
if it was the interior of
Windsor castle. What was once a business high-rise complex was now an
inpenitrible fortress and prison.
None could get out, and none with anything less of a Green Lantern ring could
get in. He was safe, and
now he was ready. The heroes were dead. There were none to oppress him this
time. He gave them their
chance. They refused. Now they have paid the price. He remembers the day...
the day he stood in the
middle of the streets of New York. He looked around at all the citizens. The
citizens that once worshipped
him. Now they were terrified of him. For a few minutes he stood, not moving a
muscle, hearing the cries,
the screams of hatred, the hate all derived towards him. Slowly, he lifted his
hands high into the air. An
aura of pure green energy emitted from his hands. The cries increased to
deafening level, but he gave no
notice. No one was quite sure of what he was doing. He was charging up his
powers, no doubt about that.
Then for one moment, everyone stood silent. Suddenly, the earth beneath the
citizens of New York
trembles and started to crack, but they could not scream. And when he spoke,
the power of six million
dead spoke with him.
Upon saying that one word, the ground released bolts of pure green energy
into the sky. Pillars of
earth drove into the air. The ground opened up, exposing nothing but pitch
black beyond. People panicked
and ran, but there was nowhere to go. New York was a trap, he was the cat, and
they were the mice. Just
when it seemed most apparent that it would never end, the earth quakes stopped
abruptly. The beams of
energy ceased. Ruin and destruction was everywhere. For a few seconds, the
entire world stood still.
Parallax charged to teleport, those those few who saw him saw his eyes, and
they knew. They would be the
last to know the truth of his intentions. He vanished, and a single wave of
green energy spread throughout
New York. As it went through buildings, they decayed and crumbled. Mold grew
from the sides, and
cracks formed long veins that ran throughout whatever the wave passed through.
Those who survived the
earthquake could not outrun the wave. As it passed through them, they screamed
in a combination of pain
and terror. They collapsed, gagging, and...
..he did it. The universe was his. He had conquered countless planets. They
were now under his
supreme rule. He did it, but he can't stop there. Parallax walked into the
large laboratory where one of his
many viewing screens reported a rebel uprising in the streets. No matter. A
minor problem, easily dealt
with. He stopped to behold a unit constructing cells to form a being, more
precisely, a human being. A
woman. The woman he loved.
"Awake, stranger," a voice said. The stranger opened his eyes and looked up
to see this man. He
had slick black hair and he wore a pair of badly damaged glasses. "My name is
Jack Ryder. I welcome and
brief the newcomers to the Corps."
"'Corps?" the stranger wearily said.
"Yeah, the Green Lantern Corps. Why else did you come here?"
The stranger thought about the question for a second. "I don't know. I... I
met this guy on the
street a while ago. His name was Jimmy Olsen. He told me about Parallax and...
"Wait a minute," Ryder interrupted. "How can you not have known?"
"Buddy, I don't even know who I am. I don't remember anything of my past. I
don't even know
how I got here to Metropolis, so cut me some slack, okay?"
Ryder shrugged. "Geez, okay. Look, put these on. They're your Corps uniform.
Dinner will be
served momentarily. Until then, just try to adjust, 'kay?"
The stranger looked at the uniform. It consisted of an olive-green army-style
jacket with an
armband with the Green Lantern symbol on it. To be worn beneath the jacket was
a black long-sleeved
shirt. There was also a pair of army-style camo pants, fingerless white
leather gloves, and green boots. As
he looked at this uniform, he was suddenly flashed with a memory (or was it a
memory, not another
dream), a memory of wingless jets, gorgeous gals, and purple men falling from
skies selling jewelry. It
was all perfectly rational to him, but there was no way in hell he could start
to explain it. As he went
deeper into his mindscape to see what else he had forgotten, the sound of
Ryder's voice snapped him out of
"Hey, let's get a move on. They're starting."
As if waking from a dream, he said, "sure, sure." He Quickly put on the
uniform and proceeded
to follow Ryder out the room. "Hey Jack," he said, "you never did welcome me
to the Corps."
"Oh, yeah," Ryder remembered," Welcome to the Corps."
The Table of Justice, as it was called, stood twenty-five yards in diameter.
It may not have been
the most original of names, nor, for that matter, the wittiest, but it was a
name nonetheless. It was a large,
green, circular table with the GL symbol etched in the middle and twenty-for
green chairs surrounding it..
The stranger, upon seeing this, was starting to believe that he had landed
smack into some sort of pagan
cult, where the lantern was worshipped as the savior. It made sense, he
thought. The lantern burned fire,
fire is life and light, and the dark, evil things cannot stand the light, the
light...of the Green Lantern.
What kinda weirdo bunch of dorks have I landed myself into, he wondered.
Ryder brought him into the conference room, and told him to stand until the
entire Corps entered
the room and were told to be seated by the leader. After about a couple of
minutes, he heard the thunder of
footsteps. First to enter the room was a tall, bald Caucasian dressed in a GL
uniform, but highly decorated
with medals. It seemed, to the stranger, that this man radiated a sense of
leadership experience. Who was
this man, he wondered. Then, three men entered, all wearing a second arm band,
with a bat pictured on it.
The first was a tall, burly, muscular Caucasian with an impressionable chin
and slick black hair. He wore
dark glasses, suggesting he was blind, which, considering how well he
maneuvered himself, would be
amazing. He towered above the other two men, and he was so dark, it seemed as
if instead of he casting a
shadow, a shadow is always cast on him. Dispite the almost fierce look this
man had, he looked,
somehow, weak and powerless. The second was a old man, with scraggly white
hair, a white mustache,
and glasses. When he flexed his face, his wrinkles indicated he was in his
seventies. He looked like he
smoked too much. The last was perhaps the best looking. He had fine, almost-
curly brown hair, boy-ish
features, and was what had a appeared to be quite a charmer. At least, until
you saw the left side of his
face. His skin had been eaten almost to the bone. It was a charred reddish-
black, with veins and gashes
visible all over that side. His lips and eyelids were gone, giving him an
uncontrollable drooling problem.
His gums were black, and his hair on the scarred side was scraggly and gray.
The next group to come included a legless, orange haired man in a wheelchair,
a tall, tough-
looking, one-eyed man with white hair and beard, a slender man with a wispy
mustache, a meek, short
man with thick yellow eyeglasses, and a buffed-up, very serious-looking man
with brown hair. Following
them were four women, two with flowing black hair, one of which was quite fit
and muscular, and the
other two, one with long fire-bright green hair, the other with short snow-
white hair. The last to enter
were five men, all very fit, one was a blond man with distinctive lips of a
sort of good-looking Mick
Jaggar. Another man was a black-hairdo man who could still be called a boy,
from the look of him, as
would the next, a red-haired boy. Then came a very burly man with wavy black
hair and a cleft chin, and
finally, a short, slender black-hairdo man.
The bald man went up to the chair at the end of the table and everyone else
went to a seat. The
stranger went and followed the group and took a seat. The bald man stood up
and read off role call:
"Here," replied the very burly man with the cleft chin and wavy black hair.
"Here," responded the blond man with the lips. One utter of his voice
revealed he was British.
"Here," said the girl with fire-bright green hair. She had a slight Brazilian
accent to her voice.
"Here, here," the two-faced man said.
"Here," replied the less-muscular black-haired woman.
"Here," the short, slender black-haired man responded.
"Here," the old man replied.
"Here" It was said by the black-haired man who could be mistaken for a boy.
"Here," replied the very-serious looking man.
"Here," said the orange-haired boy.
"Here," responded the meek, short man in thick yellow eyeglasses.
"Here," the fit black-haired woman replied.
"Here," said the man with the wispy mustache.
"Here," replied the woman with snow-white hair, her voice implying
"Here," said Ryder.
"Here," timidly replied the blind man, with a voice as dark as himself when
he appeared when he
first entered the room.
"Here," responded the legless man in the wheelchair.
"Here," replied the one-eyed man.
The bald man looked around. "Has anybody seen Jimmy?" he asked.
A silence suddenly hit the room. Ryder broke it as he stood up and said,
"Jimmy was... killed by
the Parademons. At least, that's what this man said." Ryder pointed almost
accusingly at the stranger.
The bald man glared at the stranger. "What's your name?" he asked coldly.
"Lex," Ryder interrupted, "leave him alone. He's been through a lot. He's an
amnesiac. He doesn't
even know how he got here. He claims he's never heard about Parallax and he
doesn't recall any
knowledge of what has happened over the past ten years. It's like he just came
into being a couple hours
ago. Olsen told him about this place. Olsen was a good kid, and if he thought
this guy was Corps material,
then I stand by him on that."
There was a pause as Lex Luthor, leader of the Green Lantern Corps,
contemplated the situation.
"Very well, then. Let's proceed. Wally, report your findings."
Wally West nodded at Luthor and he placed his hands on the wheels. The second
touched the wheels, a blur swept through one corner of the room to the other.
A sleight breeze passed
through the room, lifting several loose papers. While everyone else just sat
patiently, the stranger looked
in astonishment to see that this man, legless of all things, had managed to
turn off the lights, turn of the
slide projector, and make it over to the pedestal, all in less that a second.
The projector flashed an image
of a blueprint onto the wall where Wally was sitting by at the pedestal. He
pointed to a small opening in
"This," he began, "is the interior of the main hall of LexCorp. Our 'secret
informant' on the
inside sent us this info. Now, there are many ways in. First off, there's the
main entrance. Now this is,
understandably, heavy guarded. About 10 Parademons guard it. With the weapons
supplied to us courtesy
of Mr. Wilson and Mr. Harper, we could take those guard down in a matter of
minutes. First, of course,
there's the matter of the titanium doors. I'm sure John Corbin can take care
of that quickly, right John?"
Corbin nodded. "Good," Wally continued. "Okay, another entrance is a cliché,
but it's an entrance,
nonetheless. The ventilation system is a little tight, but it gives us access
to nearly every room in LexCorp.
Now, I know what you're all thinking: 'this is too easy.' Well, I'm sorry to
say that is, but that's all we
have, entrance-wise. I'm sure Jordan isn't dumb enough to supply his complex
with a system this weak, so
we'll have to be extra-prepared. That's where Ted Kord comes in. Ted?"
Wally wheeled himself out of center stage as Ted Kord entered with a nylon
bag full of,
presumably, his 'gadgets.' "Thank you, Wally. As you know, I have been doing
all I can to assemble battle
equipment, some even equal to that of the Batcave. Here is the latest and
perhaps the best friend a GL can
have," he said as he held out a small, blue, metallic device that looked like
a beetle and fit in the palm of
his hand. "This is what I call the Scarab 3000. This little baby is the Swiss
Army Knife of tomorrow. The
wings open up by a simple touch to reveal a mini-control panel, each bottom is
another weapon in your
arsenal. First, there's the ninja-style throwing star." He pressed a button
and five curved blades sprung out.
He pressed it again, and the blades retracted. "Next, we have this el-neato
laser-phaser device, which I
won't demonstrate, thank you very much. The Scarab 3000 can also emit sonic
waves. On the lowest
setting, it will give anyone with ears a serious earache. On the highest
setting... well, trust me, you
reeeealy don't wanna be within a couple hundred yards. That's why there's a
time-delay device. It can be
set from one second to one hour. The time delay double-functions for the 'last
resort' self-destruct defense.
This function can wipe out two whole levels, so unless you're feeling
particularly martyr-ish, I seriously
discourage you from using this. Bear in mind, it has an extremely sensitive
hair trigger, so be very careful.
Now, the only non-weapon function is the communicator function. With a very
strong range, anyone with
one of these babies can communicate with anyone else anywhere inside LexCorp.
This is, what I consider,
truly vital to any Green Lantern's arsenal."
A low applause filled the room, but it was short-lived. Luthor stood up and
addressed the Corps.
"Very well, Ted, you may sit down. Now, I propose we split our group into
three, one group, led by John
Corbin, will enter through the main entrance and eliminate the guards as
quickly and quietly as possible.
As second group, led by Selina Kyle, will hit the ventilation system. There
are seventy-five floors at
LexCorp. The Corbin group will clear a path into the main security system on
the 50th floor, disabling all
cameras. The Kyle group will have to make it to the sub-basement and disable
the main power box. This
will shut off all power for exactly ten minutes until the backup power is
initiated. In that three minutes,
the third group, led by Harvey Dent, will have to hurry like hell up the
stairs on a hovering device created
by Scott Free up to the 74th floor to rendezvous with our informant. Here lies
Parallax's POW camp, of
sorts. No one has ever made it there and gotten out alive, so be prepared for
anything. The first and
second groups will meet the third group up there along with our secret
informant. We can't take on
Parallax ourselves, so I've been supervising the tek lab to come up with the
ultimate weapon against him:
a bomb that emits pure yellow rays, so concentrated that it can eliminate all
the Green Lantern power
inside him, leaving him powerless. Then, we strike. We bust into his complex
and we eliminate him once
and for all. We strike at 10:00.
His room is cold, dark, and peeling. The plaster on the walls, once white and
clean, was now
peeling off in small ribbons. The years of decay have taken their toll on this
place. The whole hideout is
dying. The whole hideout is like his room: dark, dark without electricity,
dark without love, dark without
freedom. Filthy, filthy with the mold growing in-between the cracks, filthy
with the smell of human
excrement and urine, filthy with the diseases spreading throughout. Alone,
alone as the human heart. It is
no wonder that the Corps are initiating their first, final, ultimate attack
tonight, the stranger thought.
They have nothing to lose. Why should he help them? He has to find his own
life, discover the reality to
The reality is this: Earth, the universe, is dying. Parallax's iron grip is
crushing everything in
sight. These guys want to stop him. If he isn't stopped, there won't be a
reality to return to.
Well, there's always dreams...
He sees her, black hair flowing like an endless river of obsidian into the
atmosphere. She dresses
in purple armor like a warrior princess. She looks at him with wide eyes,
kisses him long and deep, and
says she loves him. Then, she pulls her broadsword out of its sheath and
lunges to him, screaming with
the fury of a thousand amazons. Out of instinct, he gets out of the way, not
by ducking, not by sifting to
the side, but by going up, up into the heavens. He keeps going up until he is
surrounded by stars. Stars, no
planets in sight. It is cold, quiet, peaceful. There is no one to bother him,
they are all dead. Bodies lay
sprawled across the vastness of space, but he hardly takes notice of them. He
looks up for a second, then
looks down and sees himself standing on a yellow landscape, surrounded by blue
midgets is red robes.
They all seem to be screaming at him, trying to stop him from doing something,
but he can't hear them.
He's as far away from them as he can be. He's inside, getting stronger, losing
himself. He can see them
wither and fall, and he doesn't care. He has what he wants. No, not yet. There
is so much more to be done,
so very much more...
11:00. Tonight, it all ends. One way or the other, it all will end. He
decided he had to do it, no
matter what. But, if he was going to go in, he would have to know who was
going with him. He
"mingled." Fittingly, they were all former super heroes and villains. Sleina
Kyle, as it turned out, was a
former cat-burglar who was called Catwoman, a foe known for he agility and
speed. Speaking of speed, he
then came over to one Wally West, the former Flash. He was, still is, the
fastest man alive. His legs were
lost in that legendary battle with Parallax and the Justice League. Only he,
along with Bruce Wayne, the
Batman, got out alive. Wayne can't turn to his riches anymore. Now, he is just
like the rest of them.
Ironically, his eyesight was lost in the same battle that cost Wally his legs.
He is now, quite literally,
"blind as a bat." After that battle, Wayne's spirit was broken, broken in a
way Bane could never do. He has
never been the same since. He has re-formed the bond with his two closest
friends, Jim Gordon and
Harvey Dent. Together they are the BAT group, a detachment of the Green
Lantern Corps dedicated to the
defeat of Parallax. Jim Gordon was the Commissioner of Gotham City, and now is
nothing more than the
toughest old man alive. Harvey Dent, the two-faced man, was once Gotham city's
attorney, but the many years of abuse from his alcoholic father all came
together when one-half of his face
was destroyed by acid thrown by a vengeful mobster. Once a criminal
mastermind, he has now re-taken
his mind, body, and soul thanks to Wayne's help. Because of Wayne's
incapability, Dent now leads the
BAT group. John Corbin is another sort of two-face. When he became mortally
injured, he had his mind
put into an indestructible body composed of Metallo, powered by the
radioactive stone kryptonite. His
robotic skeleton is covered by a super-tough skin, giving him the appearance
of a normal human being.
Thanks to his super-strength and indestructibility, he is a vital asset to the
Green Lantern Corps. Jack
Ryder, for such a seemingly calm and quiet man, once went by the name The
Others he had only heard about. One of the more interesting former villain-
turned-hero was once
a hero to begin with. Hank Hall was the Hawk, one of the most heroic of super-
heroes, but one day, he
snapped and became Monarch, the ruthless, malevolent ruler of the 21st
century. He was stopped, of
course, and the grim vision of a future under his rule faded. Now, he has
decided to reclaim his role as a
hero to stop Parallax, his former partner-in-crime. Dick Grayson and Roy
Harper were once both
sidekicks-turned-solo heroes. Slade Wilson and Flowd Lawton were both ruthless
DeCosta and Tora Olafdotter were once the powerful super-duo of Fire and Ice.
Scott Free was the last
survivor of the planet New Genesis. Ted Kord is an inventive genius who used
to go by the name "Blue
Beetle." Billy Batson was Captain Marvel, a metahuman whose power nearly
equaled that of Superman's.
He liked what he saw. These people were here to fight. They were willing to
for truth and justice. He just wasn't sure if they have what it takes to go up
against Parallax. Many of their
broken spirits have yet to completely mend. How could they possibly stop him
now if they couldn't do it
then, when they were fully powered and able?
His thought was interrupted when he saw her. She was just leaving the room
when he first
noticed her. There was something... familiar about her. She was a tall, woman
in her later thirties, but at a
glance she looked much younger. She had long black hair that flowed into the
atmosphere like... an
endless river... of obsidian.
"HEY!" He shouted, chasing after her. As he ran up to her, he caught her arm
in an attempt to
stop her. In response she twisted his arm around so that it was just one more
once of pressure would cause
it to snap.
"Who are you, boy?!" she demanded. "Touch me again, and I take the arm." She
grip and he recoiled a few steps back. "What're you doing suprising me like
that, kid?! If you're trying to
come on to me, forget it. Just because you're new here doesn't mean you're
gonna get any."
"No... no that's not it," he replied, still weary from her ambush, "it's
just... well, uh, do you know
me? Do I know you? You look so... familiar, but... I don't know from where or
when I saw you."
"Hm. Come to think of it, you DO look familiar. I can't put my finger on it,
but I know you from
"It's just that I've been having these dreams... I have amnesia and it seems
that my dreams are
trying to tell me about my past. I keep seeing Martians and spaceships and
little blue men and..."
"Wait. Not here. Follow me to somewhere private. Then you can continue,"
Carol said as she
turned and advanced down the dank, wet halls into a small room with two
mattresses. She locked the door
behind them, and she sat on one and the stranger sat on the other. She made a
"go on" gesture at him, and
"Okay, the dreams have been happening for about as long as I can remember,
which is about
when I entered Metropolis. Since I only got here about six hours ago, this
probably means my amnesia
started then. Since then, I've dreamt twice. I know that somehow, the Green
Lantern is tied into all of this.
The first time, I saw things. I saw a red-skinned man. He was dying. He told
me that I was special, and he
gave me something, but I can't remember just what. I know it gave me almost
limitless power, I know
that. I could do just about anything, I know that, anything except get you to
love me. I kept seeing you.
You were younger but just as beautiful."
"Flatterer," she said and smiled.
"Heh. Anyway, the second dream, I saw myself killing things, people. I felt
no remorse, I just
sought out revenge for something. I saw a group of little blue men who were
desperately attempting to
prevent me from entering something, I don't remember what. I just went in. I
felt myself getting stronger.
I knew that there was so much more to be done. I killed untold millions. I
felt myself die three times. But
before all that I saw you again, only this time, you were heavily muscled and
you wore all this purple
armor. You looked like one of those amazon warrior. You lunged at me with such
Carol could have had a heart attack. Her face lost all its color as she said
the words "Star
He kept going as if he had not heard her. "... you were obviously trying to
kill me. I got away, by
flying, of all things. It was all so strange. You, the aliens, and that..."
Then the realization finally came to her, to them both. Her mouth dropped in
"... red-skinned man..."
"... giving me that..."
She recoiled in such fear it was as if she were sitting in the same room with
the devil. This can't
be, she thought. IT CAN'T! HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!!! She ran screaming towards
desperately, frantically fumbling with the lock. He ran over to her and put
his hand over her mouth and
pulled her back. She squealed in terror.
"Carol! No, it's not what you think! I'm not him! I mean, I'm him, b-but I'm
not him him! He's
somebody else! I-I didn't do all this! I don't know how this happened! Look, I
don't even have any powers,
I'm just a freakin' human! I don't know how, but it's all true! You've gotta
She pulled his arm over and threw him against the wall. "BASTARD!" she
screamed. He got up,
raced over to the mattresses, lifted one up and threw it down on her, pinning
her to the ground. He looked
at her, crying, sobbing, squealing. In between sobs, she squealed, "you
bastard. You did all this. You
bastard... you bastard..."
He leaned over and tried to console her. "Carol..."
Suddenly he heard the sound of the door banging. It collapsed as Dent,
Corbin, Kord, and
Lawton ran in. They had obviously heard Carol's screams and had come to
investigate. Dent looked at
Carol under the mattress, crying her eyes out. "What is the meaning of this?"
he demanded with a cold,
"He's Jordan," Carol sobbed, her tears turning to screaming rage. "HE'S HAL
JORDAN! HE'S PARALLAX!"
"Muh... my god... " Kord stuttered. "I-it IS him..."
Jordan stumbled backwards as Corbin totally emotionless in expression,
approached him. "No...
no, it's not w..."
And with that, he felt the cold metallo connect with his face and all around
him went black.
"Kill him now."
"Bitch, shut up!"
"Kill him. The monster. Kill him. Cut him open like a fish..."
"God, he's regaining consciousness! What do we do? He'll kill us! He'll kill
"Tora, shut up! We kill him is what we do!"
"We can't just do that! Not in cold blood! We're heroes! Heroes don't kill in
"...gut 'im like a tuna..."
"He killed billions. What can stop him from killing us?"
"John's got him."
"Yeah, but for how long? He may be a robot, but he can't keep it up forever."
Once again, he heard voices. This was the most realistic of dreams (or was it
a dream?) he has
had yet. All he could see is black, but he knew there was blood coming from
his sore, broken nose. He
could feel the sharp, cold blade against his neck. He couldn't move. He was
being held down. Suddenly, he
realized that this was not a dream.
"He's awake," Ryder said with a trembling voice. He was obviously in a state
of great nervousness
and fear, as was everyone else in the room with him. John Corbin had a knife
pressed to his throat, and he
saw Beatriz DeCosta creating bands of green flame to tie him up with. Luthor
looked down at him with
gleaming eyes. For a couple seconds they exchanged looks, until Luthor broke
"Jordan. How dare you enter here. We're trying to save our lives, and you
have the gall to come
down here, except our kindness, then you betray us and try to kill us all!"
"Look, I-URK!" He grunted as Corbin forced the knife closer to his throat.
Hal struggled to
speak, his voice barely able to be heard by anyone past Luthor. "Lex... I'm
not Parallax. I don't know how
I got here in Metropolis. I can't remember where I have been for the past
fifteen years. Yes, I was
Parallax, but the last thing I remember is going into the sun on that suicide
mission. I tried to kill no one
"Tell that to Carol, you monster. You attacked her. If it weren't for Dent
and his men, she
"She attacked me!" Hal interrupted. "I can't be Parallax. Look at me! I'm
When the final night began, I had white temples. I don't see any on me now. If
I were Parallax, if I had
been the one who killed all those out there, I'd be about fifty-five! Look at
me! I'm too young to be him!"
"It's a trick," interjected Scott Free. "With your powers, you could've
changed yourself to appear
as if you're twenty-five!"
"You killed Olsen! You led the Parademons to him!" someone screamed.
"I didn't! They found him when he lit a fire! I didn't-"
"Kill him now, John! Kill him!" another person yelled. Most of the group
began screaming death
commands. Hate filled the room like a plague.
"Die, you killer!"
"Kill him, kill him!"
"He can't be trusted! The bastard!"
"DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"
"NO!" a voice commanded, overpowering the small crowd. "Let me through." The
a way for Wally West to wheel himself over to Hal. "Everyone. I just went
outside. I saw a man flying
around outside. It was vague, but I know that was Parallax. I could see the
costume, the actions. That was
Parallax. This man can't be him."
"Wally," Bruce Wayne said, "Parallax has limitless power at his hands. He
must've made a
duplicate of himself to mind LexCorp while he penetrated our hideout. This man
is, without a doubt, Hal
Wally looked back at Wayne. "That doesn't mean he's Parallax." He looked at
Hal over there, on
the ground, a gold knife to his throat. He wheeled himself over closer to him.
"Hal..." he said, the tears
filling his ducts in his eyes.
"Wally," Hal said. "It's me. I didn't do this. You must believe me. You
The whole room fell silent. No one knew what to say during this awkward
moment. What was
there to say, after all?
"I believe you," Carol said.
"As do I," Wally said.
"And me," Ryder said.
"So do I," Dent said.
Suddenly, everyone's attitude had changed. Even Bruce Wayne lightened up.
Corbin released Hal
from his grip and put the knife back into its sheath. Everyone was either
cheering at Hal or had at least
come to accept and respect his return. Everyone, that is, except Luthor.
"Are you people mad?!" Luthor shouted in fury. "If we release Parallax, he
will kill us all! It's all
a trick! This is all a farce, one set up by him to bring us down from the
inside! He'll kill us all! We-"
"Luthor, shut up," Harvey Dent interrupted. "Don't you realize what this man
means to us? This
is not Parallax we're, it is Hal Jordan. Hal Jordan was, is the greatest Green
Lantern ever to live. We were
fooling ourselves into thinking we could take Parallax on our own. We tried
once before, and we failed.
Miserably. Look at Wally. Look at Bruce. If anyone can take down Parallax, who
better than Hal Jordan
Luthor, in total disbelief, approached and confronted Harvey. The stared each
other straight in
the eyes. "Harvey, you've always been my number one man around here, but
surely you can't believe this
man's lies. If you do, you deserve to die by his hands."
"Get out of my face, Luthor."
It was the last thing that Hal Jordan, in fact, everyone in the room expected
to see. Upon hearing
these harsh words from Luthor, Harvey's horrific, serious face shifted to a
hurt and upset emotion as a
solitary tear went down the unscarred eye on Harvey Dent's face. Suddenly, all
the rage in Harvey Dent
welled up and went for Luthor as he went to punch Luthor in the nose, with
such fury, such speed, one
would have thought Wally did it. Luthor collapsed on the floor, bleeding.
Harvey himself collapsed, in
tears. He fell on his knees onto the cold, hard, filthy floor and cried, long
and hard. Bruce Wayne bent
down to Harvey, and he escorted him out of the room, consoling him all the
way. Tora Olafsdotter and
Beatriz DeCosta helped a cursing and complaining Luthor off the ground and
into another room. He gave
Jordan a look which Hal clearly understood, as clear as day:
I'm going to kill you first.
"Hal?" said Hank Hall who was peering like a tomcat through the ajar door of
"Hi, Hank. How're you?"
"Oh, fine. It's just... um... how?"
Hal grinned. "You know, I get a feeling I'm gonna be asked that a lot more
before the day is
done. To answer, I really just don't know. I'm about twenty-five, the same age
as when I was first given a
Green Lantern ring. Parallax probably has totally gray or white hair."
Hank smiled back at him. "Hm. Hal, remember the time we fought alongside one
know... Zero Hour?"
"Don't take this personally, Hank, but you were almost nuttier than I was
then. You killed several
JSAers. Speaking of which, whatever happened to Alan, Guy, and John?"
"Them? No one knows for sure. Our informant believes they're inside LexCorp."
"God, do you hear the way we're talking right now? We're talking about the
countless deaths we
caused like they were 'the good old days.' Wonder why we're not sitting in
rocking chairs on the porch of
some general store, eh? Bear in mind, I'm older than I look. Like Alan, though
I highly doubt I'll be
calling myself 'Sentinel' anytime soon. Heh."
"Hal, you're babbling."
"You know, being young again, it reminds me of my days in the old JLA. Barry,
and J'onn. They're all gone now. All because of me."
"Hal, you didn't kill them. Parallax killed them, and you're not Parallax.
Besides, Parallax didn't
kill Barry Allen."
"I contributed to it, so have you. Every so often there's another maniac
plotting rule over the
universe. Darksied, Mongul, Cyborg, Anti-Monitor, the Dominators, Neuron,
Monarch, Extant, Parallax.
Every time someone like them shows up, people, good people, die. Parallax just
killed the best." he
paused. "Wait a minute. Has anyone actually seen Parallax after 'Final
"Wally and Bruce were the only ones who have and survived. He's been so
secretive after 'Final
Night' and he has been doing all he can to avoid being seen. This doesn't mean
that this isn't the work of
Parallax. We could tell from the uniform, the powers, the mass murders. This
is his doing."
"What's he doing up there?"
"We know that he's been looking up research for genetic engineering during
his rampages. We
believe he is trying to clone Carol. He believes she was killed during
'Genesis', and that's what we believe
sent him over the borderline. That's where we have him at an advantage. The
real Carol is here, as you
Hal stopped to think, to reflect. "Being young again. It makes me realize how
Kyle must've felt.
Kyle. I... I wish he could've made it this far. I've wanted to say how proud I
felt that the flame of the
Green Lantern was being upheld by him. He was one of the best. No, he was the
best. Better than-"
Before Hank could say anything, Jim Gordon came into the room. "It's
starting," he said.
"Suit up," commanded Luthor. The Green Lanterns started putting on their
with GL armbands, their white gloves, and their camo pants. Every one was
given their individual Scarab
3000. Batson said the word "Shazam" and he suddenly became the world's
mightiest mortal. The room
was filled with the scents of lost courage and newfound idiocy. Not a single
person thought that this
assault was to succeed. Everyone knew they had to plot a final assault
sometime, even it was going to be a
final assault in every sense of the word. Hal looked at his uniform. It just
didn't seem right, he thought.
"Lex," Hal asked, "I'm not comfortable with the uniform. I ask permission to
go into battle
wearing what I am now."
"Absolutely NOT! You will wear your uniform, like it or-"
"Lex!" Ryder interrupted. "Hal, let's compromise, can we? Let's see: black
trench coat, black
shirt, black pants, sneakers... okay. How about trading in the black shirt for
a green shirt with the GL
symbol on it. Put on a pair of gloves, boots... and put an armband on. 'Kay?"
"Yeah, that's better," Hal said. "Wait. What about a mask? Where's the mask?"
"Hal, I think that's a little unnecessary."
"I don't think so. Got any dark green fabric?"
"Uh, yeah. I go get some." Ryder left to the storage room and retrieved a
small ratty dark green,
almost black t-shirt. Hal looked at it. He rubbed his fingers through it.
Perfect, he thought. He tore a thin
strip out of the shirt, then punched out a couple of eye holes. He tied the
strip across his eyes and tied it at
the back of his head. "Perfection."
Luthor stood in the center of them all. He held up a green lantern which bore
resemblance to the original power battery. "Friends. This may be the last time
we set foot out of here.
When in battle, always remember what you're fighting for. Remember the past,
pray for a future. And
never underestimate your opponent. I say to you all, speak with me as I speak
In brightest day,
in blackest night,
no evil shall escape my sight!
Let those who worship evil's might
beware my power,
GREEN LANTERN'S LIGHT!"
The night is cold, but they can't feel it. The air stinks of sewage and
rotten flesh, but they can't
smell it. The one common they all share is fear. Carol fears because she
doesn't know if she should kill the
man she loves, even if he would kill her. Wayne fears that Jordan has always
been crazy. Dent fears that if
he died, he would never have a chance to redeem himself for the sins he's
committed. Wilson and Lawton
fear that they might become the prey to an unstoppable predator. West fears
that the Hal Jordan in there
would not be the one he knew in his youth. Corbin fears he may not be so
indestructible after all. Luthor
fears he might be right about Jordan. And Jordan fears that he what he will
face may very well be himself,
which would mean the greatest fight of his life.
Suddenly, there they were. In front of LexCorp. Titanium lined the sided of
the building, top to
bottom. This meant nothing to John Corbin, however. "Corbin group, prepare.
Once we go in, we don't
leave until we have won. Or died. Ready..."
With the sound of thunder, the ten-inch thick titanium doors went down with
one punch. The
Parademons inside stood and stared in amazement and shock at the sight of
these men and women
running in, shooting everything in sight with their blaster rifles and
pistols. The first Parademon collected
its thoughts and lunged at DeCosta, just before being reduced to a pile of ash
in a matter of seconds by
DeCosta's blast. The group, successful in the elimination of 30 guards, headed
for the stairs. The elevators
would be foolish, to say the least. As they entered the stairs, everyone did
the best thing they could think
of: none of them looked back.
Selina Kyle had no need to debrief her group. Five minutes after Corbin's
group departed, they
went in. Sneaking in like cats, their movements could barely be heard by human
ears. That was too loud.
They slipped like a mist into the stairs on their perilous mission to the sub-
Kyle saw the ventilation door, kicked it open. She went into the dark narrow
opening, then she
was followed by Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Ted Kord, Jack Ryder, and finally
Bruce Wayne. They
crawled under the vents quietly, single-filed. It was hot in there. Wayne was
sweating rapidly, but from
fear, not from heat. He was terrified of who he would face in the end. The
ventilation system was like a
simple maze: easy to solve from a bird's-eye-veiw, hell from inside it. Kord
looked at a map of the
"Almost there ," Kord said.
"Stop," Kyle said. "Hear that?"
Nothing could be heard at first. Wayne was the first to make it out. Then
Grayson. Then Gordon.
Then Ryder. Then Kord. It was the sound of snorts, animal-like in nature. It
was the sound of horrid
growls and sadistic giggles.
"Kord's eyes suddenly opened up with full terror. "Oh my God! It's the
Parademons! It's the-"
Before Selina could shut Kord up, the razor claws of a Parademon tearing
through metal and into
Kord's chest did the job for her. Kord fell though the hole, never again
uttering another word.
"It's a trap!" Selina yelled as she shot her blaster throught the hole at a
horde of Parademons
"No kidding!" Grayson yelled back. He whipped out his blaster, fired open a
hole in the steel and
started blasting away. Suddenly, the vents started shaking, then twising, then
it fell thirty feet onto the
ground. "Everyone okay?" Kyle asked. No one thought anything to respond. They
all had their minds on
blasting the Parademons, totally oblivious to Ryder, who was caught in between
two Parademons twisting
the vents and was crushed by the twisted metal.
Holes were blasted through the vents, creating openings for the remaining
Corps members to
escape and get a better shot. Parademons were falling, but not by much.
Slowly, ever so slowly, they were
getting closer and closer to the Corps members. Gordon looked across the room.
He saw a panel with a
switch labeled "Emergency power shutdown." He blasted his way through the mob
and just barely made it
to the switch. He reached over to press it, but he was halted by an incredible
pain in that hand. It was a
searing, indescribable pain. It traveled up through his arm, then eventually,
the pain encased his whole
body. His ability to scream failed him for the final time. His bady slowly
broke apart into tiny molecules
which scrambled and sepertated, leaving nothing of Jim Gordon behind. If he
were still around, he
would've seen the other Corps members, Selina, Dick, Bruce, all held by
Parademons. They were
struggling, all but Wayne. he was limp, sad-looking, acting as if he had
totally given up. The sounds of
claping and laughter broker through.
"Wonderful, wonderful," Dessad cackled.
"Dessad!" Grayson exclaimed. "I should've figured it was you! With Darkseid
gone there was no
one to suck up to. With him outta the way, you offered your services to
Parallax, didn't you?"
"Quite right," dessad said. "I simply couldn't resist being a part of the
final defeat of Earth's...
ahem... "mightiest" warriors, could I, now? I don't think you'll begetting
anywhere near that switch, fools.
It is protected by a field of anti-matter. you can see its effects quite
clearly on this old man here."
Wayne suddenly stood, dumfounded. "Jim...?"
"Is quite dead, I can assure you that. Parademon? Now what about the lady, I
wonder? She is a
pretty one. Perhaps we need not kill her... yet. Heh heh." Dessad grinned.
Grayson shouted. "Leave her alone, you! Oh......" Three claws emerged from
him forehead. His
eyes rolled back. His mouth gagged open, becoming a collector of blood that
was flowing from his
forehead. The claws retracted. Dick Grayson fell. Wayne could do nothing but
watch. He froze.
"Dick!" Selina yelled as she started crying. "You killed him! Help! Green
Lantern Corps! Help!
AAIIIEEE!" She started to scream like a tortured cat as the Parademon squeezed
harder and harder. Her
ribs started to give way, her body feeling like a damn sponge.
"This'll shut you up!" Dessad said.
Selina looked at Bruce with the most strained eyes. "Bruce! Aa! Br-Bruce...!
I love you, Bruce! I
love-AAKKKK!" The sound of bones snapping hit Bruce Wayne like a ton of
bricks. Blood spurted out
from Selina and from the arms of the Parademon holding her. It drip, drip,
dripped onto the floor in a
steady stream. She gagged one last time, then the Parademon released her. She
fell, limp and bloodied,
Wayne looked at Dick and Selina, sprawled out on the cold floor next to each
other, a pool of
blood forming beneath them. Wayne looked at them, but he didn't see his
friends anymore. He saw two
adults, one, a man in a black suit, his yellow hat next to him, with a gunshot
in the chest. He saw a
woman, black hair, yellow dress, gunshot wound in the chest. Her pearls lay in
the blood. Wayne
whispered, "Father.. Mother!"
"Well, that was fun," Dessad cackled. He looked at Wayne, ready to give the
word. Instead, he was suddenly caught off gaurd by Wayne.
Wayne looked back with the fury of a child. His eyes locked in on Dessad's.
"...Dead! They're d..
Dessad's grin faded away. Fear began to fill his eyes. "Stop looking at me
Wayne grabbed the Parademon's arms, tore them off. He kicked it down, stepped
on its head,
crushed it like an overripe melon. He then advanced towards Dessad. Dessad
started backing up. he
realized that right behind him lay the anti-matter field. He was cornered."S-
stay away, you!"
Wayne paid no attention, got closer. He grabbed Dessad, pulled him up into
the air by his robe.
"Criminals are a superstitious, cowardly lot."
"N-no, you fool! The anti-matter! It'll kill us both!" He suddenly stopped.
Wayne just held him
"A bat," Wayne finally said.
"W-what the devil are you talking about?!" Dessad screamed. Wayne pulled him
"That's it!" Wayne said. "It's an omen! I shall become..."
Dessad screamed with full terror. Wayne threw him forward. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
The lights, all the lights that lit the corridors of LexCorp like an electric
star system all went off.
"Let's go," Dent said.
The halls were dark, cold, lifeless, save for the seemingly endless masses of
computers and wired
and monitors that lined the interior of LexCorp. Something's wrong here.
Jordan knew it, Luthor knew it,
Dent knew it, Wayne knew it, the all knew it. A thousand eyes, presumably
temporarily lifeless, watched
them from above. This is all too easy. If Parallax truly wished us gone, we
never would have been able to
enter the complex in the first place. This entire time he'd been playing us
like figures on a chessboard.
This battle is our move. What, then, is yours, Parallax? What do you have
prepared for us?
The hover disk folded out like a piece of paper under the long, tall stairs.
The hover disk was
twenty feet in diameter, barely enough space to hold all eight Green Lanterns.
"Everyone on?" inquired
Scott Free. "Good. Prepare yourselves. We have two minutes left. Here... we...
It felt like the worst roller coaster in the world. The sudden speed caused
most Lanterns to
collapse, just barely avoiding falling off the edge. Jordan felt his stomach,
already weak, fall deep into his
legs, but within a matter of seconds, they had made it to the top. There was
no sign of any matter of life
around them, be it a Lantern, Parademon, or Parallax himself. Where is Corbin
and all his men?
Suddenly, insane laughter broke out throughout the seemingly endless
corridors, but no one knew of its
origin. The laughing was like something out of a demon, a creature from hell,
which was nothing
compared to the man who was laughing with such intensity at them, for it was-
"Joker! Keep it down! Wanna get us killed?!"
"Ya know," Joker said, "in any other circumstance.... heh."
Jordan looked in shock at the sight of Joker. "Him? He's our secret
informant?! This... madman,
to say the least, has killed almost as much as Parallax in his lifetime! Why
have we been putting our lives
in the hands of this-"
"Jordan," Dent interrupted, "first off, I'd say that's a bit of an
exaggeration. Secondly, let me
point out that we need all the help we can get. If you think it was insane to
have him join up with us, what
have you to say of myself?"
"I..." Jordan stalled, was about to respond, then thought better of it. He
saw the Joker grinning at
him, his long, narrow teeth like bristles on a comb.
"Okay then," Dent said. "Joker, where are they? Where're the prisoners?"
"Follow... heh... me, friends," Joker said with an almost inhuman voice. Then
the world truly has
gone mad, Jordan thought. He knew he wasn't the only one who didn't trust the
Joker, but Dent was right,
we need all the help we can get. Joker led them through a narrow, dark
passageway through a vent. It
resembled a spider's web because of all the hanging wires everywhere. The
wires were so thick that it was
impossible to see past them. God only knew how Joker knew where they were
going. One can only wonder
what might await them ahead.
"A.. heh... clearing is coming up...heh," Joker said. As the last wire was
pushed away, light, pale,
electric light, shone through, revealing the-
"...the silo, ladies and gentlemen, the silo. Here, Parallax.. hehheh... uses
his prisoners as guinea
pigs, slaves, and... hehheh... eventually, Parademons." As they observed, the
entire upper complex took up
two thirds of all of LexCorp. Ahead of them were narrow catwalks. Below them
was a 1,000 foot drop into
darkness. The walls were like the interior if a beehive; glass cells for
prisoners seemed to merge into the
wall itself. Prisoner could be seen, crying, begging for mercy, screaming with
unthinkable fear. The center
was hollowed out to make room for the gigantic... "Oh my God.... it... it
can't be. He wouldn't dare..."
"That, my... heh... friends, is Parallax's ultimate weapon. That is the Anti-
West looked with combined awe... and dread. "Jesus... Barry..."
Jordan shook himself, told himself to relax. Once he collected his thoughts,
he said, "I'm not
letting it happen again. I'm NOT!"
Dent put his hand on Jordan's shoulder to calm him down. "Jordan, chill.
That, the cannon, is
our purpose here tonight. Parallax's gonna use it on the universe tonight.
He's lost it completely. We can't
take any chances, and this time we have the technology to destroy the cannon."
"Where are they? Where's the rest of the team? We need them here."
"Jordan," Dent said, "don't worry. They'll be here. Just where the hell..."
"uh......" Dent looked down at his chest. Slowly, very slowly, there opened
up a crimson stain.
"Dent!" Jordan exclaimed.
Dent fell, leaning against Jordan. He tried to help him up, but Dent just
slid like dead weight
down Jordan, leaving a streak of blood in his wake, and eventually collapsed
on the floor. Jordan looked
ahead. He saw a figure of a man holding a smoking blaster.
"It was you..." Scott Free exclaimed in utter shock as a beam a light,
emitted from a blaster, tore
through his chest.
"Yes," Luthor said. "It was me."
"Why?" asked Batson. "We trusted you. With our lives, we trusted you! For
God's sake, you just
"Do you honestly believe I actually let Parallax take over my building? My
life?! Where do you
think Parallax got the kryptonite during that battle with the JLA? He thinks
that he now runs the show
alone, but he's dead wrong. Let him think he owns it. Thanks to you idiots,
I'm going to rule this empire
"Alone, Luthor? You don't know the meaning of the word." A thundering voice
throughout the silo.
"What the he-" Luthor said, distracted by this new person entering the
battle. In the midst of this
distraction, Carol reached into her pocket and pulled out her Scarab 3000, and
flung it at Luthor,
knocking him out cold. Suddenly, no one cared about the petty victory as all
around them turned green as
they teleported into Parallax's throne room. They looked ahead to see a
thousand television screens, and Parallax
standing in front of them. His hand was charging pure green energy. "I thought
it best to tend to the last
of the pitiful rebel forces before I eliminated you once and for all."
"Last...?" West said, the fear in his eyes shared by his companions.
"Oh, come now. You underestimate me, as you did Luthor. I knew all about your
knew what you were planning, when you would execute your doomed plan. It was I
who shut off the
power, the security system. Don't worry, I had Parademons waiting for your
friends. I made sure they were
dealt with. I watched every second. No one got out."
"You bastard..." Batson said, tearfully, "You murdering bastard... you killed
"Once the cannon is fired," Parallax continued, "my dream will be a reality.
All time and space
"Then you'll create us all over again in your own little Utopia, right?" West
"Not this time. This time, order shall be a bitter memory and chaos shall
rule. Sinestero knew
what he was talking about all those times. The universe shall, nay, must be
ruled in chaos. Now watch. It
is time. Watch you future fade-"