Chapter 4: SHIT! Did that just happen?
In an underground chamber
On a raised platform stood Deathstroke the Terminator, surrounded by 7 screens with black silhouette on them though one looked like it was busy playing with a cat.
They have gathered here to discuss and shit on each other as usual.
"What do we do of this enigmatic thorn that has taken itself so far up our ass?" a silhouette asked "Speaking of, does anybody have any information on it? We have encountered it only three times and it has proven to be quite difficult to remove."
"Patience Young one, We have learned."
"Oh! Care to share with rest of the class?"
"Sure, Slade if you would."
"Yes, So we know that it is a freelance mercenary, got in the way three times, on someone's order or of it's own free will we don't know, the first time it vanished with a cargo full of lab equipments and Venom steroid leaving a bunch of dead bodies twenty seven to be exact in the water for us to find, after examining the bodies we found some bruises, clean precise cuts on the neck and a stab wound in the heart, no external factors"
"The second incident was when it broke into Lex Tower-" "That bastard" "and stole a 9 pound mass of Kryptonite and vanished infront of Superman when he was flying by, no footage could be found of it entering or exiting the building, n alarms were triggered except for the silent alarm that attracted the attention of Superman, we did get an outline from a hidden camera, it looks like a walking shadow. "
"And what of it's abilities? Didn't you face it? Remind us again how did that fare? " Oceanmaster asked, mirth in his voice.
Deathstroke grinded his teeth remembering the day he lost.
Flashback Start
It was a quiet highway going between a canyon with nothing but the truck lights to illuminate the road and darkness to keep company.
Deathstroke The Terminator POV
As I Oversaw the two trucks containing Blockbuster serum drive on the highway from atop the canyon I couldn't help but think what low have I fallen to be a lapdog from World's most deadly mercenary alive.
As I mused about that, I noticed that the first truck vanished at the end of the canyon, I immediately started the engine of my bike and rushed towards the trucks, as I saw the second truck stop but a dark figure emerged out of nowhere yanked the driver out of the truck threw two projectiles in the truck and vanished with the truck, I think it's safe to say that two goons inside are dead.
I jumped from my bike towards the previous position of the truck as I landed I cautiously approached the end of the canyon with a sword in my dominant hand and a firearm in my other, fully expecting to be teleported elsewhere.
I crossed the end nothing happened, I tapped a button on my helmet to scan for any technological device in the walls.
'No signs of technology, so magic then. Troublesome' He thought, magic is always tricky to deal with, he was checking for markings or something like that when his scenery completely changed.
He immediately pressed the S.O.S signal button and got ready for a fight, his eyes searched frantically for the opponents he would face only to find a dark silhouette resting at the base of a tree about 27 meters afar, if he rushed he could bridge that gap in about half-a second if he rushed.
He scanned his surroundings subtly marking anything that could give any indication as to where he is, a grass clearing with tall trees surrounding, he could hear water flowing some distance away likely a river, so maybe a forest, 'The sun is setting, other side of the planet then' He thought 'It is not interrupting me, it could be a magical being, backup will likely arrive in about ten minutes seeing my location, let's try talking first.'
"Who are you? Who do you work for?"
"....."
"Do you know who you are making enemy out of?"
"....."
"Do you understand what I am saying?"
"..."
"Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?" He yelled
*Nod*
"Haah.....Okay then, what do you want?" He breathed out.
At this the figure stood up, Deathstroke prepared himself, a kunai appeared in the hands of the figure. The figure looked like someone cut a man shaped hole out in the fabric of space even in the sunlight, you could not make anything out about it except maybe it was wearing a long windbreaker.
"You want to fight?" 'Backup should be about 4 minutes away'
*Nod*
"Okay then, but I have some conditions"
It gestured him to continue.
"No using magic tricks, purely physical, no external aid, agreed?"
*Nod*
At this he took a bullet out and put the gun away " I toss this bullet in the air, as soon as it reaches the ground we start"
*Nod*
With that he flicked the bullet.
As the bullet neared the ground, Deathstroke started to move.
He had only taken two steps when he found a punch coming from under his chin, he tried to tilt his head to avoid the uppercut but found an elbow hit over his diaphragm which threw him over three meters away sending his sword away, he flipped in the air bringing out his guns aiming at the figure but before he could fire, the figure suddenly appeared just below him sent a kick to his foreleg breaking it.
With the kunai in the other hand it cut the tendons of Deathstroke's left arm rendering it useless for the time being, Deathstroke seeing the scathing wounds let go of the handgun and punched towards the figure's head which was met with a forearm block and retaliated with a knee to his kidney.
As both came down on the ground, it was clear that one was in infinitely better condition as one landed on two feet and the other landed on his side and rolled on the ground.
Deathstroke limpingly stood up with an unusable arm and a broken leg, he took out another handgun and blindly started shooting around himself but was met with a sharp pain from his back and the number of times kept increasing, as he took out his retractable blade to deal with that was when a kick connected to the side of his face breaking his helmet and sending him sailing through the air, he tumbled on the ground before stopping at the river bank.
'It took less than fifty three seconds to deal with me!' thought Deathstroke 'Let's see, a broken leg, an unusable arm, internal bleeding, multiple stab wounds in the back, a broken jaw, multiple concussions and adrenaline leaving my body, yeah I ain't getting up'
The figure appeared by his side.
'What now? Is it going to kill me?'
The figure picked him up by back of his neck, as he looked up instead of dusk he found a very familiar ceiling, The Mercenary Guild's ceiling.
It threw him in the centre of the hall, he could feel the disbelief in the room,
Before blacking out he spotted Sportsmaster rushing towards him.
Flashback Ends
After that confrontation he was taken to a Light hideout for recovering from his injuries courtesy of Sportsmaster.
Deathstroke didn't dignify the last two question" After my short confrontation with it I have concluded these to be the least of it's abilities Superhuman Physical Characteristics, Master Martial artist, Stealth Mastery, Melee Combat Mastery and Teleportation maybe magical in nature."
"That's it?"
"Yes, that is all we know, we don't know his motive. We as in I, Sportsmaster and the shadows have searched everywhere we could fit are hands in, we have discovered a trail indicating it is in Central city" replied Deathstroke
"Good I want it's head and it's corpse as soon as possible after daring to steal valuable information from me and helping The Justice League"
"Patience Lex, after all, all will see the Light!"
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'Seriously, did I take vow of silence or something.'-MC
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