Generations

Chapter 12: In the Darkest Night.

Chapter 12: In the Darkest Night.

Part of him told himself that this was a bad idea. That he was running into a battle like this was crazy. He didn’t know how strong these Nightwings were. Heck, he didn’t even know how strong he was. But they say that there are moments where fear and doubt fade, when the right choice presents itself and you don’t have a choice whether to follow it or not, you just do.

And he did.

Running and jumping at the Nightwing, he held nothing back, the light in him fueling his attacks harder, faster, his fury as if a fire had ignited all though his body, and he just had to get it out. It burned, but oh it burned just so good. No regrets, no hesitation and he pulled his first back, before rocketing it into the Nightwing’s face, surely sending him sprawling along the ground if he hadn’t taken to the air.

But Jason wasn’t about to let them escape that easily, no, he jumped after him, fueled by the light which let him fly, at least long enough to grab the Nightwing by the chest. Jason smiled as the Nightwing froze for a second. He wouldn’t just hold back because he was outmatched. No, this battle would take everything he had, if he was to win, if he was to survive, there had to be no doubt in his mind. He would win, he would crush these pathetic creatures, keep them away from his family. That was the only way this could end.

And with the combination of a blast of light form his hand and a throw propelled by every muscle he could harness, the Nightwing was sent flying into the ground before, shards of the road flew up all around them, along with specs of grass and mud.

Jason landed; ready to make sure this battle ended before things got worse. He wouldn’t let them have a chance to counter attack.

‘I don’t think so,” the older, thus unharmed Nightwing said, firing off one of his black attacks, but Jason wasn’t fazed, a simple counter attack canceling it out, and as he grew closer to Greg again, he build up the power in his hand.

It didn’t occur to him that he was going to kill, but that’s what he had every intention of doing. He wondered if that’s what solders felt like during war, they shut their minds off to what they were doing, to the bodies they were killing. It seemed to be the only way one could keep sane in a battle like that. Just shut off everything that had to do with morals, just focus on the mission, on those they were sent to protect, and let the time between the battles be spent thinking about the results.

But the initial attack was far from enough to keep the Nightwing down, no, he was back up, ruffed up, but far from beaten. Jason sent another blast at the Nightwing, but he dodged it, leaping into the sky, and firing a barrage of his own back down at Jason.

Still, the warrior of light wasn’t fazed, letting the powers within him take hold of every facet of his being; he accepted them without a thought. He felt his instincts guide them as he dashed between the blows, avoiding them seconds before they would have collided into him, buy it wasn’t enough just to stay on the defense. He had to counter attack, and so he leapt into the sky again, rocketing up at the Nightwing, but this time he was met with a harsh lance of darkness sending him flying back down.

“You do not realize the futility of the battle you seek,” the Nightwing said landing on the ground. Jason quickly got off his back, not bothering to think if he was in pain or not, only that the Nightwing was still alive. But that was easy enough to fix.

The Nightwing lifted his hand into the air, a dark swirling energy surrounding it, but as Jason stood back trying to figure out what to do, what was coming and how to stop it, he heard his brother call out, “Get away.”

Jason turned and saw the Nightwing he had ignored thus far flying at Simon and Heather.

“No!” he yelled running after him, but as he did so, he didn’t notice Greg’s attack, the Nightwing had slammed his fist into the ground, a dark field emitting from all around the epicenter, until it encased all of them. The sky became as dark as the blackest night, not a sign of a moon or stars anywhere, only the faint glow of the dark giving them sight.