After the interview he is beckoned. He is briefed that
there is tumult in Ohio. He is briefed that there is an Armageddon stampede and
that the Justice league, which he is an intrinsic path therof, is being
dismantled. He is flying out of the
newsroom. He is hauling ass. He is
sprinting towards the top of the building, his cape bristling against the thick
slabs of his ankles. He is heading out the exit sign that leads to the roof. He
is accelerating and diving into a splashing of air, leaving the skyline of
Metropolis, bulleting into the direction of Ohio where he will see carnage,
strewn bodies, flames spitting up from the earth like tongues, the fallen limbs
of people he love splattered like human asterisks from his overhead periphery.
There is a comet shooting towards him. It is his teammate
now in his arms.
He is inexorably pissed. The ravaging bulk has taken
apart this team of which he is a part.
He is saying that this ends right now.
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