(Okay, just a few notes before I go on, first, "Batman: Darkest Fears" is up on fanfiction, I had a really fun time writing this, please let me know if you like it. It might take away from some Side-Effect, but with the first episode almost over, It's a good time to start. check it out on the link below!)
(Next...this episode feels wierd to me, Maybe it's because I took a long break before I started writing again or something, but I hope you still like it. Didn't edit it, so beware of mistakes...and finally! I direct you to the song, "Devil went down to Georgia" by the Charlie Daniels Band. I am guessing you've all heard it before...sorry for no link, but It really goes well with the story...hope you can see the resemblance to the quotes throughout the story! Now then, our main events!)
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Batman: Darkest Fears, Issue #1 - Losing Control
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The Devil went down to Georgia; he was looking for a soul to steal...
Sunday, September 7, 2014, 1:53 p.m.
It was the end of the first quarter; the stands were loud as their home team, the Atlanta Falcons, was leading. The stadium was almost filled, only a few seats away from being sold out. Blake and Brandon were both sitting in the front row; so close, you could almost feel like you were in the action.
Brandon was standing up along with the rest of the crowd, while Blake sat down with an empty plate of nachos and a cheese stain on his shirt.
"Come on, Blake! Have some fun."
"Brandon, you know I don't like football."
"Yeah, but at least it will get your mind of off some things."
"You expect me to get my mind of the fact I almost died in a meteor shower, and that I randomly burst into flames yesterday!?"
"Well, no..."
"Forget this; I am going to get me more nachos."
Brandon kind of feels bad for him, but his attention quickly turns back to the game, has the second quarter starts up.
Meanwhile...
A security guard stands by the entrance at the ticket stands. Making sure no one gets in. He sits back into his seat, watching the small screen up in the corner of the wall, when his eye catches something moving in the corner. He quickly looks over, only seeing his own shadow. He looks back over to the TV when he realizes something...it's raining outside, with no sun. And there are no lights behind him, or beside him. He looks back to find the shadow gone, and a normal wall.
Meanwhile...
Blake walks up to the line at the same time as a couple. Blake runs into the guy, both fall back, but nothing big.
"Sorry about that...go ahead." Blake says.
But maybe next time you losers should watch where your going.
The couple is Alice and Hank. Alice thanks him for his generous proposal. But Hank stares at him.
"Excuse me, punk?" Hank says as he approaches Blake.
"What?"
What the heck!
"Hey, maybe it was you who ran into me, so watch where you're going, Kay?!" Hank says forcefully.
Alice grabs his arm, trying to control him.
"Listen I said you could go ahead, I don't know what your problem is!?"
Man I wish this idiot would calm down.
"That's it!"
Hank pushes Blake to the ground; inside, his heart rate begins to rise.
"Hank, stop it!" Alice yells.
Blake's hands start to glow a blue, soon, his hands are engulfed by flames.
I guess that you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too...
Hank steps backwards, keeping Alice behind him, protecting her. People around them begin to run away, or back up as well.
"Nice magic trick." Hank says.
Blake looks at his hands, realizing that he actually does have some curse on him. People in the stands begin to notice the commotion, and though the game continues on, less and less people are paying attention to it.
Hank slowly walks toward Blake, who is on his knees.
"I see you were affected by the meteors as well, huh kid?"
Blake looks up, lifts his hand up, "Stay back!" he yells. A blast of fire shoots from his hands, and blasts on the ceiling above the food stands, which is actually ground up above.
Hank barely dodged the fire, and walks toward Blake again, as Blake crawls backwards on his hands.
"So that's the way you want to play."
"What no, I just..." Blake says.
The fire from his hands melts the ground has he crawls back, the heat spreads across parts of the floor, and when it cools, becomes less stable. Hank steps forward and the ground he was standing on collapses along with a pillar holding up the floor above.
Hank and Blake fall down into the locker rooms, followed by a few others who fell from above as well. The collapse grabs everyone's attention. Brandon gets up from his seat quickly and runs over to the snack area.
Smoke and dust is scattered around the area, people begin to leave their seats to check out the commotion. Even the football game is stalled as security guards check it out as well.
Hank gets to his feet, Alice looks down from above. Hank grabs Blake by the collar, about ready to punch the daylights out of him, until he feels a burn on his chest. He screams of pain.
He drops Blake, who stands up, and steps backwards, trying to calm the pain. Blake's face looks determined, in his mind, "bring it on, b1tch."
The boy said my name's Johnny and it might be a sin, but I'll take your bet your gonna regret, 'cause I'm the best there's ever been.
Hanks reads Blake's mind and lunges toward Blake. While up above watching is crowds of people, one of them is wearing a dark black shirt, pants, jacket, and even sunglasses. Zane smiled as he watched the fight down below.
Brandon pushes his way through the crowd; he stands next to Alice now, as they both look down. Hank now has Blake pinned down to the ground, he punches with his right hand, then his left. He kept striking Blake to the point where he didn't have the energy to even try to fight back.
Brandon couldn't stand it any longer, He took a cup of soda that a random person was holding, and threw it down on top of Hank. The drink spilled all over him, and distracted him. He looks upward with an angry face. Blake then grabs his collar, and plows his face with his fist, knocking Hank off of him. Blake then gets up and runs out towards the locker room exit.
Alice, however, didn't like Brandon's little attack, and ran him against the wall.
"Wow, I've never had a girl come onto me like this before." Brandon says.
Alive grunts at the comment, and throws him toward the hole in the ground. He tries to keep his balance, but Alice pushes him in. as he falls, he grabs onto Alice's shirt, which pulls her into the locker room as well.
"EWW EW EW EW EW" Alice yells, "Sweaty, smelly boy's locker room!"
"No need to make a fuss about it" Brandon says.
Alice gets up, and as her heart rate rises, her mind begins to go berserk. She grabs her head and moans in pain. She falls to her knees. Brandon doesn't know whether to help her or not. He walks over to her, and tries to help her up, but she knocks him away with a powerful punch. He slams into the lockers making a mess along the wall.
"Sorry kiddo, but She-Devil is in control now!" She looks up toward the ceiling, cops have surrounded the area now; Zane had left the crowd though. "Attack!" she yelled. Brandon began to come back to earth, when he sees her shouting commands out to the ceiling. At first he thought she was crazy, until cops began to jump down pointing their guns at him.
"Freeze!" one cop said.
"Oh crap!" He quickly jumped up from the lockers on the floor, and ran out onto the field where Blake and Hank we're fighting it out.
Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard, 'cause hell's broke loose in Georgia and the (she) devil deals the cards, and if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold, but if you lose the devil gets your soul.
Blake and Hank fought on the huge 120 yards of turf. All the players were escorted from the stadium; the police that weren't under She-Devil's control were trying to control the crowds of people wanting to watch the fight.
"I don't know what your freakin problem is" Blake dodges a punch, and then throws a fireball, burning the turf. Hank rolls to the right, "But you're really making me mad!"
Brandon ran out onto the field. He had never seen Blake so vicious. He was always quiet and calm, not even a crazy lunatic trying to kill him would send him over the edge.
"Blake!" Brandon yells. Blake turns his head to see Brandon running towards him. He loses focus, and Hank's foot lands right in his face. Blake falls to the ground, Brandon then runs toward Hank. Brandon then realizes he is running in the air, and he can't stop. Hank had lifted Brandon's body with his telekinesis. Brandon continued moving until he landed in the stands in the fourth row. He landed in an awkward position on the seats, and began to lose consciousness.
Zane then appeared next to him, sitting down in the seat. "Looks like I'm not the only person with powers. Who would've thought your best friend would have them too?" Brandon was too weak to respond after the lockers and then the stands.
"Time to show these losers how it's really done"
Zane fades back into the stands, nowhere to be found.
She-Devil, meanwhile, walks out of the locker room with at least five cops following her.
Then he pulled the bow across the strings, and it made an evil hiss and a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this...
Blake sweeps his legs across Hank's knocking him to the ground. His hands flame up even more. It was now up to his shoulders, his sleeves we're burnt off now. He grabs Hank's back collar, the shirt begins to smolder. He is about to burn him to death until the cops start shooting.
Blake puts his arms up as shields. The bullets melt as they hit his arms.
"Sweet...my turn!"
He kneels down, and folds in his arms. He then sweeps them out and a wave of fire engulfs anyone in it's path. The cops all fall to the ground, burning to death. She-Devil happened to jump out of the way, and Hank was lucky enough to be on the ground.
All was quiet all of a sudden after the cops had finally burnt to death. She-Devil stood strong in front of her dead mind-controlled army. Blake felt weak though. He looked around to the destruction that he had created. The smell of fire and brimstone filled the air. He looked up to the She-Devil, who had never looked so angry.
Hank started to get up, and Brandon started coming back to conscience again. Everything seemed peaceful, until hundreds of men stood around the stadium, holding their guns toward them. The lasers from the laser sight pointed right in the center of the field where everyone was. Brandon saw this, and quickly ran up the stairs.
Blake, Hank, and She-Devil stuck their hands up.
"Come on, Wildfire; send another wave out before we die!"
"I can't..."
She-Devil rolled he eyes.
A loud speaker phone came from the leader of the SWAT team. "Lie down on the ground, and puts your hands on your head!"
They started to go down when the sound of death came to their ears. They looked around, and every single SWAT member in the room was screaming in pain. Brandon decided to head back down.
"What the hell?" Blake said.
All of them fall to the ground, no one alive. "I don't understand..."
"I do!" Brandon said as he ran out onto the field, "It's Zane." He said with disgust in his voice."
"Yes, yes, we all know it was me..." a voice came out from the ground. His body soon phased upward. "What? A guy can't get rid of a little extra meteor energy?"
"Meteor energy?" Blake asked
"Please Blake, you're an A student, don't tell me you don't know what meteor energy is."
"I don't know who this guy is, but I've known him for thirty seconds, and all ready, I hate him." She-Devil said.
"Oh! Feisty!" Zane said!
She-Devil then concentrated on Zane's mind, Zane just smiled through the process. Alice's suddenly to the ground. "Sorry, no room for second rate supers." Zane said. He faded back through the ground, leaving the four of them inside the dome with parts of the stands torn up and half the field burnt. But Zane left them wondering, what will come next...
Johnny said, Devil just come on back if you ever wanna try again, I done told you once you son of a B1tch, I'm the best there's ever been