WELL HERE'S THE SEQUEL TO NEVER SAY NEVER. I GOT THE IDEA OF THE REGISTERING OF META-HUMANS FROM X-MEN. BUT I'M CALLING THEM META-HUMANS INSTEAD OF MUTANTS CUZ I THINK THAT' S HOW THEY ARE REFERED TO IN DC.
Flash winced as he placed his weight slowly onto his bad ankle. " Shi—ow!" He yelped, falling back into Superman's out-stretched arms.
" One week my ass!" He hissed and Superman couldn't help but laugh.
" What's so funny?" Hawkgirl questioned, looking up from her magazine,
" Nothing. Clark just heard the word 'ass' for the first time." Hawkgirl giggled and closed her magazine.
" Hey." Superman began indignantly, " I've been on missions with John. I know some words." All three of them laughed for a while longer before Flash went silent and hobbled back to his seat.
" I don't know about you guys," He started, while wrapping up his ankle, " But I could go for an iced mocha." The other two nodded in agreement. Flash winced again,
" Hey Supes, can you take a look at this? I'm sure it's still not sprained." Superman walked over and bent down to gaze at Flash's ankle with his x-ray vision,
" You're right, it's not sprained. It's probably still sore." Flash grinned, and ignored his crutches. He walked slowly on his foot,
" I'll be doin' the Macarena again in no time." Clark and Shayera fell into step behind him,
" So you and John are heading back down to Earth to set up your apartment?"
" Yeah. Everything is still packed up." Flash turned around on one ankle,
" You sure you don't want any more help?"
" No, John and I got it. You should keep working on that ankle."
" Thanks for that stunning report, Captain Obvious." Flash turned to enter the kitchen with Superman while Hawkgirl continued down the hall.
" Hey Shayera. Ready?" She nodded and walked into John's glowing orb.
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" These so called 'heroes' are a menace. They cause thousands of dollars in property damage and they endanger the lives of countless innocents."
" Not to mention that two of them have already betrayed Earth. Those no telling if the others will or not. Half of our so called protectors are not even human!" A tall, lean man stood up
" How can we trust them to protect a planet they are not even from?" He shouted as many others cheered in agreement. Another man stood up, looking pale amongst the group he began speaking,
" But they have saved many times."
" Most of the time they save us from something they have caused. Remember when Darksied attacked Earth all those years ago? It was because of Superman that he even came! And, might I add, Superman was only on his side as long as he was winning!"
" He brainwashed Superman." The man countered,
" Exactly! Superman is one of the most dangerous things out there! If he can be so easily brainwashed, why should he lead are only meta-human team?!?"
" What do you suggest we do?" The man held up a sheet of paper,
" This will go in front of Congress tomorrow. It will require all meta-humans to register with the government and the League will no longer have a higher authority then our police force. Also, they will not be allowed to use their powers unless given permission." A voice rang out from the back,
" That is not enough!" Others quickly began to agree.
" We cannot trust the government to
take action. They are afraid of the League!"
" And Hawkgirl! She cannot be allowed
back! None of them can!"
" We should take matters into our own hands!" The man who had spoken out earlier raised his hands.
" Please! Listen to me! Why should we go after the entire League? We should spare the human ones!"
" The human ones! They are the worst!" Angry voices began yelling at him and the man was pushed down,
" You cannot be on both sides, Samuel."
" I'm not! It's just that Batman, Flash and the Green Lantern are humans like us."
" They were humans like us. But if they can be saved, we will not turn our backs on them."
" The League will not be allowed to destroy our world!" The head honcho began leading the others in chant,
" Death to them all! Death to the League! Death to them all! Death to the League!" Samuel wiggled his way out of the crowd. This political group was quickly turning into a mob and he had helped to start it.
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John landed with a gasp, while Shayera let out a soft scream. Her new apartment had been vandalized. All of her windows had been shattered and, judging by the black scorch marks, it looked like a fire had been set. Spray painted words like,
' Winged-Bitch', ' Traitor', and 'Death to Hawkgirl.' Were written across the outside walls and roof. Small, dead birds had been nailed to her doorway. Their beaks were crushed, like someone had slammed them into a wall. John gave the area a look of disgust before using his ring to open the door. More words were written inside here as well, ' Death to the League', 'Earth for Humans', Normals only', and a large symbol with the letters A.M.H.F was across the door to her bedroom. Pictures of League members in various stages of death could also be seen. Shayera dropped to her knees, narrowly missing a pile of broken dishes. He furniture had been torn apart, piled with bloody bird feathers and scattered everywhere. Dimly she could hear John cursing behind her,
" Batman." John muttered and it took Shayera a moment to realize that he was speaking into the comm. Link,
" What?"
" Look up the A.M.H.F. Now." John waited impatiently for a few minutes, " Well?"
" The A.M.H.F is the anti meta human faction. On the outside they appear to be a normal political party, but several reports have linked them to crimes against meta-humans and black market purchases. They've existed for a while but they didn't start gaining real popularity until after the invasion. Their leader is Douglas McKay. Apparently they are a bunch of radicals. Why do you want to know?"
" Shayera's apartment. Someone broke in and ripped it apart. Looks like they had something to do with it."
" Is she alright?"
" Yeah. We got here after they had left." He could hear Batman typing something before,
" John, you should head to your place. We'll meet you there."
" Right. Green Lantern out." He hadn't even realized…if Hawkgirl's apartment had been hit, what about his own?
" Let's go, John."
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" John! John!" A young boy came running up to them as they landed,
" Chris, what's the matter?" John questioned the child, looking anxiously around them. Chris took a moment to catch his breath before starting,
" Some guys in masks tried to break into your house, but Mr. Williams and some others chased them away!" He led the way to the scene with Lantern and Hawkgirl following closely. Only two of his windows had been broken and, compared to Hawkgirl's house, that was nothing.
" Stewart!" At least ten men were standing around John's home, each carrying a bat or some other sort of blunt instrument.
" Is anybody hurt?" John asked.
" No. Those bastards ran off as soon as they saw us." John smiled gratefully at them,
" Thank you." Most of the men nodded and began to disperse, while the last one walked up to John and Shayera.
Mr. Williams stared at Hawkgirl intently before his face split into a grin,
" Miss. Hol, a pleasure to see you again." She returned the smile and Mr. Williams dropped the two by four he had used to chase away the radicals.
" I've seen some villains in my time and I know those guys were human." Chris picked up the two by four and gave it a swing, almost hitting the leg of the Flash, who had just run up to the group,
" Whoa! Easy Chris." He joked as he placed a hand on the wood to prevent it from hitting him. Chris grinned up at him sheepishly, " Sorry Flash." John looked over at Wally, surprised to see him alone,
" What's going on?"
" The others are in Washington. Something came up." John nodded,
" Thanks again. But if they come back, call me with this," He handed the older man a small silver disk, " We don't know what they're capable of."
" Right." John formed an orb around Flash and Hawkgirl and began to tow them to Washington,
" Glad to see your ankle is better."
" At least I can run on it. It still hurts." John shook the orb slightly in his anger,
" So what's going on?"
" A huge protest is going on in Capital Hill. They're callin' themselves the A.M.H.F. I think Batman said that they wanted Congress to pass an act they sent them."
" So why are we going?"
" Well…they're starting to get a little violent." John and Shayera both gazed at each other.
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WHADDYA GUYS THINK? YAY OR NAY? THIS IS ACTUALLY TIED WITH MY IN THE END STORY, SO THAT'S WHY I TOOK THAT ONE DOWN.