Justice League Porno Story: One Flew East Chapter 1

Justice League Porno Story: One Flew East Chapter 1

One
Flew East

Summary:
Diana hears the dead and sees her own hands kill them. Can she piece
together what happened before its too late? Implied BMWW, PG13 for
creepy.

Disclaimer:
I definitely dont own any of this.

Hed
said he was fine, but, then again, he always did. She walks between
beds, between barely-beating hearts. Stops at one. Whats he
lost?

Soft
voice responds. Three pints of blood. Almost enough for soup.

Next
one. And her?

She
should break, but all she feels overwhelmed by is indifference. No
cracks here, no sir. My place is here, yessir. She wants to giggle
but cant shake the feeling that its a bad idea. The voice
hesitates, for a moment. Eyes. Theyused to be green.

She
walks down the line, asking the same question, her voice never tiring
of the words, silently catalogues the responses the way most people
write to-do lists. A leg. An arm. A kidney, a wife. A future, a
child. Whats she lost? Wheres it gone?

For
some reason, she hesitates. Must be tired, she decides, must be dead
on her feet. She ignores the voice that she refuses to hear, the one
that says that doesnt really happen to her, now does it? Its so
small she could crush it in her fingers.

She
looks over whats left of this last shadowy figure and, sighing
with boredom, asks the final time. Whats he lost?

Soft
voice giggles, pale hand gropes at the face. Everything.

She
smacks her lips together nonchalantly, contented noises ringing
through this silent room. As a hard kiss lands on her lips, she
savors not the carnal lust of her companion but the contentment of a
job well done.

LINE

She
cradles the bloody body in her arms, rocking back and forth slowly,
methodically. Dry eyes, no tears, so she must be OK, right? Right?

Man,
shes not moving at all. Id feel better about it if she was
bringing Metropolis down around her ears.

Diana?
Hello?

Back
off.

Why?

Slowly
she stands up, not bothering to wipe away the blood in her hair,
ears, mouth, torso. Its sticky, but she doesnt really care. She
brings one hand across his eyes, shutting them, and gently shoves two
coins from who-knows-where in his pocket so that he might pay the
ferryman to the better world. As she slowly rises into the air, her
path rocketing back and forth slowly she has only one prayer: That
her prey will put up enough of a fight that she can call it
self-defense.

LINE

Someone
else is screaming for her. She rips her fist back, tightly grasping
handfuls of red hair with bloody follicles. QuietAll she needs is
quiet.

LINE

Her
voice sounds so even, so soothing that she can almost believe shes
calm. BrucePut him down. Please.

The
man in black is muttering to himself. Break his neck? Too fast.
Heights are too messyPoison is no fun at all. Slowly, he begins
to tisk-tisk. The noise makes the blood in her veins cold. Shove
the bones inslowly. Almost idly, he breaks a pale finger.
Shoot him in the spine, beat him with a crowbar

Please
She whispers again, no longer sure who shes begging. Its all so
hazy, but this is wrong.

The
problem being, the man continues, that eventually he must die,
so Ill have to make my fun last

Bruce,
stop. She continues, increasingly feeble.

Whats
left of his eyes meet hers. Who are you calling Bruce?

LINE

You
are my sister. The redhead is still
talking
,
as she dodges back and forth. Dianas playing with her now, shes
beaten, badly, and she knows it.

I
will not kill you, Those green eyes challenge her.

Diana
smirks. Like you could.

Maybe,
maybe not. Her eyes flicker to the black man slumped over in the
corner, its just for a second.

Those
green eyes judge her.

But
the point is I will never take another life. She limps around in
an idle circle, the last one standing.

Diana
shrugs, bored now. Those damn green eyesShe lunges.

LINE

A
swirl of white. Flashing lights. Only this time, shes the one in
the bed.

What
did he give her?

I
d-don-dont know. Its n-n-new.

Well,
then, fix
it
.

I
don-dont know h-h-how.

Figure
it out
.
A
much pressure are these restraints rated for?

LINE

Canary
cry right in her ear. It hurts, where not much else does. So she
makes sure that throat is no more. The crunch is wet and so very
satisfying. She looks better as a redhead, anyway.

LINE

It
was stupid of him to trust her. The very first thing she didWell,
who else would have Kryptonite so easily accessible? It was even in a
bulky necklace, a lovely accessory. And the look on Karas face
when she saw Clark hit the ground, when she finally, finally,
got it. Well, it was worth all the trouble in the world.

LINE

Her
metabolism is so fast, its really rather obnoxious. Have to keep
up the dosage, or

A
pause. Oh, goodness, already?

Shayera?
Her voice cracks.

Yeah
Her breathing is weak.

What
happened?

You
did.

And,
as the needle goes into her arm yet again she knows the unmistakable
ring of truth when she hears it.

LINE

Well,
the gal wasnt called Super for no good reason, must give her
that. Tried to punch, tried to block, tried to fly, tried, tried and
tried again. Tried with a broken arm, tried with internal bleeding,
tried with a shattered jaw. Never fled, never cried.

Well,
at the end a little bit, but who could blame her?

LINE

She
walks down the hallway and doesnt slip in the blood. What massacre
here? What, whyThe good die young, she decides. That must be it.

Flashs
eyelids flicker. Hey.

Hi.
She says, and kneels next to him, and tries not to look at the
others.

You
should probably go home, he says so softly he can barely hear it.

Yeah,
she answers, but she doesnt, not at all. She sits there are cries
until her nose runs, until her cheeks puff up, until she cant see
for the tears.

Im
going to tear whoever did this into tiny pieces, she tells him
without inflection.

Tries
to nod, fails. Sokay. Well understand.

Thats
good to hear. Well, thats good, cause it was the last thing
he ever said.

LINE

She
asks the one person she knows will tell her the truth. Im crazy
now, arent I?

He
just nods, and holds her hand. Doesnt flinch when she breaks it.

LINE

Some
of them did escape. She supposes it was inevitable. Red Tornado
wasnt any fun at all, though being an android did that to people.

LINE

Wheres
her own arm, anyway?

LINE

The
other one sits with her now, eying the always-fraying leather
nervously. He could stop her, certainly, but has no desire to, cant
bring himself to break her bones and bash in her face.

What
happened? She keeps forgetting.

Hes
going to find him. He wont meet her eyes, terrified of what
hell find there.

Will
that help?

She,
wisely, takes his maybe to mean Probably not.

LINE

Heres
what actually happened:

She
walks into the room for a meeting. The Detective, always, asks her
when that needle-mark on her arm got there. She says she doesnt
know. The Detective stands up and begins to take a closer look,
touching her arm a bit more than necessary. She throws him into a
wall, hard.

Suddenly
the scene changes, and its Darkseid, and everything is red and
bright all day and all night and theyre all dead, dead, dead. She
comes at him with everything shes got, but it isnt enough, it
couldnt possibly be, and she dies too.

Oh,
wait. Maybe that was a dream, too.

LINE

Was
it Clark or Wally who finally knocked her down?

LINE

So
then she killed them all, but it was all in good fun. Whats a
little death between friends?

LINE

Shes
coherent now, but it wont, cant last. It grows rarer and rarer,
first fifteen minutes, now five, now one and soon never.

This
time she knows what happened and asks the important questions. Why?

The
dark figure flinches noticeably, the trademark frown becoming a
pained grimace. Me.

She
accepts this without question. Did you find him?

Yes,
He never did mince words. Jonns trying.

Who
died?

He
inhales to answer, but shes gone again.

LINE

Themiscyra
sunk into the ocean with the rest of the world. It was curious that
those flying creatures would drown, but what in this world isnt?
Water went into their lungs just as surely as a spear into a stomach,
and then it was over. Just a gigantic raft of bodies for the gulls to
pick at.

Aquaman,
of course, was no help at all.

They
lived a while longer, up there in the sky, but really only long
enough to watch them drown. Wally, Bruce, John, and Clark never
really got over just about everyone they knew dying and took to
moping about all day. It just got on her nerves, all those men
acting like they invented grief when shed lost everything too.

So
one day she was chopping some vegetables for soupAnd, well, in her
defense they really had been being obnoxious.

LINE

He
pins her under, and shes drowning. She tries to scream, but
nothing comes out. She bites him, but all that blood does is attract
she sharks. She swears hes laughing. Suddenly it all stops, and
she hears nursery rhymes she shouldnt, and tears and more tears.
Then hes on top of her and the tears are hers and she cant kick
him off even though shes so strong and no ones going to move
him and she just keeps screaming and he just keeps giggling.

Itsallslowingdown

She
hears once thing prior to blackness.

Guess
we used enough sedatives this time.

LINE

She
wakes up again, only to shiver in anticipation of the next event. She
sits up, and shes home and its bright. Relief floods through
her, until she realizes what color the tiles are and why

A
green hand grabs her arm and tries to lead her away, but she
struggles so wildly. It sighs heavily and becomes a black shadow and
mutely she follows.

LINE

Its
World War II again, and she wades through the bog, and tries to
ignore the stink, and hopes so much that she wont see any faces
she recognizes

No,
the black figure stares her down, Not here either.

This
is such good news she doesnt dare argue.

LINE

The
black figure wavers, becomes olive again, and then returns to black.
Are you okay?

No.

He
nods. Good.

She
waits for the fangs, for the pain, but there isnt any. How far
now?

That
is very much up to you.

Diana
had expected something like that, and just sighs.

LINE

Shes
trudged along for hours, but the longer she goes the happier the dark
man seems so she just keeps on going.

Almost
there?

Yes,
Id say so.

LINE

Her
first reaction upon discovering herself restrained is panic, she
wriggles wildly, but doesnt scream or cry, and then takes a good
hard look at the locks. Sure look sturdy

She
glances up, to see a dark room and three men, one dark, one blue, one
green.

Hey
there Bruce and Clark say together, in identical gentle tones
and then stare at each other in pure amazement.

Jonn,
Bruce grabs his shoulder. I think were done here.

The
Martian snaps out of it, looks up, smiles as much as he ever does
these days. Im glad to hear it.

Clark
gives her a thorough once-over, and at Jonns nod begins to
slowly undo the restraints. She sits up, rubs her wrists. Clark has a
black eye, Bruces entire arm is in a sling. Jonn, somehow, is
limping.

Oh
She sinks back into the bed, grabs the food on the tray next to her
that she finds and downs every bite, manners be damned.

She
meets their eyes again, where she expects disgust there is unbridled
relief.

How
long? She asks.

A
week, says Clark, Nine days, says Bruce.

Oh
Theres really nothing else to say to that. Bruce slumps back into
his chair and she feels his eyelids flicker shut, Clark hugs her
around her shoulders and says hes going home to tell Lois the good
news.

Over
the next few days, the entire league streams in and out of the room
the male two-thirds of their trinity is forcing her to stay in for a
few more days.

Some
leave flowers, many more walk around her, edgy. No matter the
ridiculous lengths many of them go through to conceal their wounds,
they are all injured badly. Vic and Helena visit her together,
cracking dumb conspiracy jokes and looking at her with a newfound
respect. Courtney and Kara visit together too, more out of fear than
friendship, but they did bring chocolate. Clark brings Lois who, true
to form, demands an interview. Shining Knight visits such a
ridiculous number of complements on her that she cant help but
giggle.

Every
day, for an hour, she talks about what shed seen and done in her
visions with Jonn. She doesnt think it helps, but in a few
months shell be proven wrong.

Vigilante
brings her what he calls a cure-all, a whole gallon of very cheap
whiskey. Bruce pretends not to notice.

Shayera
walks in and pretends she doesnt think its weird that Diana
runs her fingers through her hair, just to make sure its all
there.

Dinah
cracks lewd jokes until she blushes, Ollie then outdoing her.

Bruce
and his various family members are in and out all day, she knows he
skips sleep often to sit with her, and shes thankful for it.

So,
she begins one day, Because of you, huh?

Yes,
If possible, he becomes even stiffer.

Now,
why would that be? Why not another, She coughs daintily for
emphasis, Respected colleague?

He has nothing to say to
that, but she cant help but enjoy watching him squirm.

I
dont believe you dont know, Detective.

He
stands up to sidle towards the door. Running away? Of course not.
Hasty and strategically viable retreat, naturally.

She
doesnt miss the blush. She never does.

A/N-We
just finished The
Things They Carried
,
in English class, which is what this largely came from. Fantastic
book by the way. Bonus points for telling me where the title of this
came from.

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