A Stroke Of Death

Chapter 2: Unfinished Business

*I am such an idiot. I said this would be out soon, and almost a month later I deliver. So sorry guys. Also, this will be around the same length...so, I kind of lied...But I'm just too lazy to write more than this so you'll just have to deal. XD *

"M'gann, call Batman."

"What?! Why-?"

"Just do it!"

"Why can't you -?"

"M'gann! Please!"

He looked so terrified at that moment, that even batman would have been scared.

"R-right..." she ushered Garth to follow her.

"Should I be scared?" Superboy asked quietly.

"...yes."

---------

Superboy gulped hard and nervously darted his head from side to side, inspecting dark corners and open vents, looking for some kind of danger.

After a heavy minute of pregnant silence, the tension in the room was almost unbearable.

Whatever it was that Nightwing so was afraid of was definitely playing with them, staying in the shadows until they gave up, or started to panic.

The way Nightwing gripped his escrima sticks, his knuckles white, and the way his masks eyes were narrowed dangerously proved just how on edge their leader was, and that was more than unnerving.

It was terrifying.

The Mountain was silent, the only sounds coming from their breathing as they tried to calm down.

Superboy, with not a clue as to what was happening was definitely doing more than panicking, his eyes twitching in suspense and his hands shaking.

Then came the explosion.

They had no warning, and virtually no chance to escape the blast radius.

C4 had been stuffed into vents above their heads, blowing great holes in the ceiling and letting massive chunks of rock tumble towards them.

Sirens blared and red lights flashed as the two hero's desperately tried to reach each other, meanwhile dodging the boulders that were falling above their heads.

They were metres away from each other, hope flickering in their eyes at being able to get out of the mountain together, when-

A gun shot rang out throughout the mountain, somehow audible over the sounds of smashing rock.

The ceiling had stopped falling, but something much worse and skilled was out to kill them now.

It was a case of 'out of the frying pan; into the fire.'

Superboy's eyes widened as he heard the shot, mouth open in a silent scream as his leader and friend fell to the ground.

He shoved aside rocks in a blind panic, digging through rubble and desperately trying to find Nightwing and hoping, praying, that he would be okay.

As soon as he saw blue Kevlar, he dived down immediately and gripped the material, tugging it upwards.

Soon his friends arm was above the rocks, and then his body followed.

A sharp intake of breath and then a pained hiss brought Superboy to a grave truth.

Nightwing had been shot.

And it was bad.

-------

Back from hiatus!

Yeah!

Ok, bye.

PEACE.