Avoiding Past And Future

(80) Misplaced 13

 WARNINGS

* dehumanization
* blatant racism/speciesism
* disregard of own safety to extreme levels/lack of self preservation to extremes
* gore
* body horror

november 6

Captain Marvel dove into the ground, spinning like a drill until he got right under the gem. With the sorcerer's distracted, he easily flew to a safe distance before throwing it towards Zatara. "Yam eht owt emoceb eno ecno erom! (May the two become one once more)" The Italian chanted, feeling a pull at the fabric of his being as two worlds joined back together.

As he suspected, the side of the adults was a mirror dimension, copied off of the one the children were left in. It wasn't all too surprising. Klarion was the main source behind it and his ego would never have allowed him to be in anything but the original.

What was surprising was the sheer level of destruction on the children's side. Barely anything of the surrounding forest survived without some form of damage. Other parts weren't spared any grace either as there was now a gaping hole the size of a building giving a clear view of the ocean in the distance.

"What happened here?" He muttered to himself, struggling to take in the sight of near total destruction. It didn't go lost on him how nervous Captain Marvel looked. How fidgety and small he made himself appear to be as he uttered the one damning name that swallowed the silence and froze it over.

"Phantom."

It seemed like he wasn't the only one as his colleagues looked around in fear, trying to locate their children. To make sure they were alright.

Kaldur looked well enough, given a few scratches and some twitches here and there. He was still sat on the dirt, propped up between broken branches as he tried to regain his bearings.

Wally looked surprisingly energetic for a boy who burns more calories breathing than an average marathon takes to run.

Artemis looked like she had seen better days. Half the forest adorned her hair but much like Kaldur, she only had a few scratches and a few bruises starting to pop up.

M'gann looked to be the best off out of everybody. Whether that was because she could fix her appearance with a thought or because she stayed safe was beyond him but also simply not his main concern.

Conner, surprisingly, didn't look too great. Shock still adorned his face as he clutched his hand close to him, stumbling around as if he was looking for somebody but having no internal compass to lead him to his destination. The little peaks of skin he could see showed reddened blotches. If the clone of Superman managed to be injured, that could only mean one thing when paired with this level of destruction.

Hurriedly he scanned his surroundings, trying to find the culprit and the incessant enabler. Finally he spotted the pair, leaning onto each other for support. Robin was standing on just one leg, the other barely touching the ground. Leaning onto Phantom for balance, the pair hovered just above the ground to cover for Robin's injury.

Phantom on the other hand, looked like his body could fall apart at any moment. One glove was missing, arm completely covered in a mix of red and green. Mud clung to any part that wasn't already coated. Neon green leaked out of his nose and mouth, hair rivaling Artemis' in collecting bits of the forest as souvenirs as the rest of his body adorned too much muck to tell any injuries hiding beneath. He looked weak, like a gust of wind could knock him over, yet still all too capable of destruction if he so pleased.