Spirit and Blood (A Young Justice Season 3 Fanfic)

Chapter 5

~Spirit~

October 12, 1:00PM Eastern:

Nightwing held Zatanna close, all the way to the Zeta Tube.

I hope I can get a boyfriend like that.

The computer chimed,

"Nightwing, B-0-1"

"Zatanna, 2-5"

"Spirit, B-2-7"

M'gann greeted us cheerfully, but immediately became concerned once she saw Zatanna.

"Is she alright?"

"She was hit by an Apocalyptan sonic laser." Nightwing explained.

Behind his girlfriend, Superboy made a face. Sphere bleeped beside him.

I really love Sphere. She's one of the best artificial intelligences I've ever known. She is a New Genisphere which explains a lot. I realize she would've been really useful on our mission. But she's always with Superboy and Superboy went out with M'gann.

(Although they're back now)

"-Spirit said she can heal her."

"How?" M'gann asked. "I tried to wake up her subconsciousness. She's only partly conscious, she can hear everything we say or do but she's paralyzed somewhat."

"It's a long story." I mumbled.

"Forget the stories! We don't have time!" Nightwing half-yelled. Zatanna was shivering and her skin was very pale. When M'gann tried to reach out to her psychicly, she cried aloud.

"She's in pain!"

Hurry, Demary. Apocalypse tech is meant to inflict pain before death. Let me help you.

...Alright.

I reached out to Zatanna and touched her temples. Pain seared through my mind. But somehow, the Spirit was cushioning it.

Well that's good.

In her mind, I could see a pulsing red orb.

How did that even get there.

Apocalyptan tech.

Wow that helps so much.

Just grab it.

Grab it?!

Don't worry I'm protecting you. You still have to hurry.

Ok here it goes.

I grabbed the swirling orb. I could hear Zatanna sigh.

That has gotta be a good sign.

I withdrew from Zatanna's mind. In my hands was the orb.

"M'gann, take that to the lab. I'll bring Zatanna to her room." Nightwing ordered. M'gann nodded and telekinetically took the orb out of the room. Superboy left with M'gann and Nightwing with Zatanna. 

So I was there alone.

Sphere bleeped.

Ok, I guess there was always Sphere.

"Hey girl." I placed my hand on her smooth metallic exterior. Sphere bleeped rapidly and morphed into her motorcycle form. I frowned.

"What is it?" I asked.

I believe Sphere wants you to accompany her. Spirit said.

"Ok, Sphere. Let's go wherever you want to." Sphere bleeped happily and made for the Zeta tubes. I guess even an artificial intelligence need to stretch its legs (or so to speak) sometimes.

"Sphere, C-0-1"

"Spirit, B-2-7"

Sphere and I ended up in an abandoned warehouse. I could hear fierce winds outside. I gripped my staff harder and slowly crept towards the exit. The only thing there was was sand dunes.

Spirit, where are we?

I believe in a remote corner of Bialya.

Bialya?!

Yes, Demary.

Sphere bleeped again. Her engine roared.

"Ok," I sighed. "But you had better explain why we Zeta'd here." I grumbled. I jumped on Sphere and we zoomed out of there.

After a few minutes in the air, a screen appeared in front of me. It pictured the face of Darkseid and Vandal. The image zoomed out and I could see the background: Apocalypse. Darkseid and Vandal's hands were clasped in agreement. And behind the two, in the shadows was...

"G. Gordon Godfrey." I muttered. Sphere bleeped. G. Gordon was quite radical for a reporter. He seemed to hate the Justice League and aliens to a very large extent. He degraded them whenever he could. His relations to the Light explained a lot.

(In my opinion, he was quite ridiculous with his accusations. Themyscara is most certainly not an alien planet. Neither is Atlantis.)

"So Sphere, this is a great find! How did you even get that photo?" I asked Sphere, who bleeped. However I didn't understand and simply patted her. "Let's get back to the Team."

Instead of returning to the warehouse, however, Sphere bleeped in alarm and dropped into a sand dune.

"Sphere!" I hissed, sand flying all around me. Then in the distance, I saw figures. "Give me a blowup." I whispered. Sphere's screen zoomed into the figures. There were three. Vandal, Queen Bee and Darkseid.

DARKSEID?!?!

Ok. Calling the Team now.

I pressed my fingers to the mic in my ear, but before I could say anything, Darkseid turned towards me. He smirked, and fired Omega beams from his eyes.

"Sphere! Get out of here!" I shouted. Sphere levitated off the ground and zoomed away. The Omega beams were still following us.

"Come on!" They neared closer. "Hurry Sphere!" The warehouse was up ahead. Then excruciating pain shot up my spine. The last thing I muttered before falling off Sphere unconscious was,

"Screw it."

October 13, 11:00PM Eastern

"Uuuurgh..." I groaned and propped myself up into a sitting position.

Where was I? I rubbed my face and my hands came away red. I touched my nose. Great. It was bleeding. Along with the gashes on my arm, leg and neck. Were they trying to kill me?

No. More like take your blood. Spirit spoke.

Why?

Because of your power.

Wonderful.

Without me inhabiting you, your blood is useless. But you did nearly die.

And I assume you saved me. Spirit didn't reply. I decided it was time to get moving.

"Sphere?" I mumbled, and tried to stand but my legs buckled. I collapsed into cold metal. Sphere bleeped reassuringly. We were in the warehouse. But how?

Darkseid had let me go for some reason. I really didn't know why. All I knew was that I had to leave there. Right away.

A ringing filled my ears. I winced as I heard a voice in my head; not Spirit's.

All hail Darkseid.