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Parallels	By : sirensoundwave Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 3184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Plot and anything you don't recognize, mine. Everything else (Young Justice or any characters licensed by DC) belongs to their respective creators/writers/artists. Just know I make no profit off of this and shut up about it...m'kay?

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I live!
Now, this chapter is more or less just a focus on the adult Leaguers. While the mages of the YJ world work with the team, Sylphine and Gabriel talk to them and give them some perspective on how the world really works. Just how things they never know about do catch up to people. Chalk Outline by Three Days Grace is the soundtrack. That can’t be good can it?
Warning: This is kinda sad then kinda creepy. But if you can handle a young adult novel, you can handle this under the current rating. This song is being used for it's literal imagery, not for an implied romance. Also, the computer I did this on is kinda lacking spell check. Promise to re-edit once i have a better program. May add more detail too; toned it down after it scared my beta. Who’s 12.
I own nothing but what you don’t recognize.
I've been cut, I've been opened up
I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved
You left me here like a chalk outline
On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away, wash away
You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway
All you left behind is a chalk outline
I've been cold in the crypt
But not as the cold as the words across your lips
You'll be sorry baby some day
When you reach across the bed where my body used to lay
Chapter 26
Chalk Outline
The transition from pretty much the second rate sidekicks to the world’s last hope wasn’t really as complicated as one on the outside would think. Young Justice being trained by the mages instead of their mentors wasn’t too big a shift, especially since Black Canary was still one of their main teachers. The subject matter just changed is all.
Each Mage was essentially the physical representation of change and adaptability. The star signs they were named after occured during seasonal transitions. Pisces was winter to spring. The Gemini sign appeared as spring became summer. Virgo, summer to fall. Sagittarius and Epsilon (the brightest star of the constellation) bridged fall and winter. This in and of itself meant that they were natural forces that ruled the universe. Still, it was so much more complicated than that.
For instance, those with emotionally driven powers (Kalur, and Robin) were best handled by Pisces. Having a millennia's worth of practice controlling her anger and finding positive ways to channel it helped a great deal.
Rocket and Artemis spent most of their time with Sagittarius, much to the blonde’s initial dislike. Their powers were ruled not so much by emotion but determination and a desire to express themselves.
Originally, Zatanna was suppose to study under Castor but for practicality sake, Virgo became her teacher for the most part. Their close relationship served their cause better than learning under someone with similar abilities. Instead, the twins taught Megan and Conner. Which worked out well because the bond they shared was almost the same.
While they were making progress, the League made some of their own. Courtesy the intervention of Sylphine and Gabriel. Who had nothing better to do. The pair appeared as the league was meeting to discuss action to be taken in rounding up some Belle Reve escapees.
"What do you want now?" Hal Jordan frowned. "You've made it clear we're useless already."
"In more ways than one." Gabriel muttered. Sylphine swatted the back of his head. "Dammit Syl it's true."
"We aren't here to rub it in your faces. Instead offer some perspective." The petite girl sighed. " You do a lot of good but there are things that you don't know about. Crimes committed that you can't solve because they are hidden. Or happen to those no one cares for. The truth is, there is a whole other side of the world you protect that you know nothing about."
"Thought you weren't here to rub our noses in it." Booster glared. Blue put a hand on his shoulder to try and calm the other man down.
"We're not Blondie. We're here to show you fucked up things happen whether we're involved or not. The world is kinda cold and dark sometimes." Gabriel moved away from his sister, in case she decided to deck him."But Kama's good balancer. Kinda a bitch and doesn't work the way mortal would like though. Let's take a trip."
The entire room was bathed in a silver glow before the heroes found themselves standing outside a house. The new moon was hidden further by the clouds. The home couldn't possibly be inhabited falling down as it was. Weeds, trash including rusted out appliances and other debris covered the lawn; caution tape on the posts that used to hold fence planks
"What is this?" Batman frowned as he inspected their surroundings. A woman walking her dog appeared to not notice the gaggle of uniformed heroes in the middle of the street. Nor did the blur that ran right through Hawkwoman as if she wasn't even there.
"That was Icicle! What is he doing in Star City? How come he could run right through us like that?" Green Arrow turned to the pair.
"Shh. Just watch. You can't do anything about whatcha see." Gabriel smirked.
For some reason, the light’s activities at Belle Reve ceased. A fact that puzzled those involved.
Strange was at a loss for what to do. His employers had yet to contact him in over a month. Production of the chips and their testing on inmates had ground to a halt. The charlatan kept up appearances but his less polished associates were not happy about being in the dark. Especially since those on the lower rung had no idea who the Light was or that two of them were worm food now.
Particularly upset, one Joar Makent.
Sitting in his cell, he grew rather angry at the turn of events. He’d been promised a free ride once all this was over. Now, no new orders. No contact whatsoever. He got the feeling he’d been fucked over. When they managed to organize a real breakout, he headed for the one place that he always visited after every release. That god forsaken house that drew him there all the time. It wasn't of any use--to dangerous to actually enter anymore so not a hideout...
He found himself sitting on the back porch rubbing his temples. This made no sense.
“You got that right.”
He turned his head to see his son standing less than 10 ft away. How did that little shit get here?! He told him to wait in the warehouse-
//That boy...he is not alive.// Zatara gasped.
//Not alive? An illusion then?// Flash really hoped the sorceror said yes.
//No. That child is a soul.//
“Nobody can see or hear what’s happening here father.” The young man spat the spat word. “As for your first question, you did get screwed. But if it makes you feel better, the Light isn’t the cause of your problems. For once, I really am to blame.”
“You double crossed me AGAIN!? I knew I should’ve taken care of you years ago!” The thug attempted to stand and rush him. To his horror, his body stayed put. A smile crept across his boy's face.
“Do you know what a deva is? Of course you don’t.” He snorted. “Here’s a couple easy ones. Why do you hold on to this old dump of a place? You’ve held the deed for almost a decade. You keep visiting, but never do anything with it. What happened to me when I was 9, Pop?”
When he was-
“No. That was some whacked out dream. Got alcohol poisoning or somethin.You’re right here not-” The older hood began to sweat, trying to shake his head.
“-buried under where you're sittin? No, beating be bloody then leaving me freeze and suffocate to death wasn’t a dream. You knew damn well I was still alive when you threw me in that hole. I could feel the dirt, crushing me with every shovelful you tossed. You murdered me!”
Joar found himself face down on the ground, an immense pressure weighing down on his back. Cameron never moved.
”I’ve been dead for 8 years you bastard. For three of them, trapped and unable to move on because I wanted to know why my own parents didn't love me.” Cameron stayed put, showing no emotion. “Then I realized, you're both incapable of loving anyone but yourselves. You never let anyone move in, fix it up or hell, tear it down. I feel it when you’re there, looking oh so confused by what keeps drawing you to this decrepit building. It’s not guilt. If it was, you’d have come clean to someone even if it wasn’t the cops. It’s a sick sense of pride, the one crime no one will ever know you committed, that you got off scott free with. Suddenly, it wasn't enough to just know why I died. I had to make you suffer for it. So I let you prove me right over and over. Just waiting for this moment."
"Gonna kill me huh? Finally got some balls then." The words were cold and taunting but their speaker was quaking inside. Hard to sound big and bad with a face full of dirt. He wasn’t going out like some sniveling wimp. This had to be a trick.
"Oh no, no, no, Pop. That wouldn't be fair! I gave you every chance to own up to it. Forcing you to replay it in your dreams. All the times when your associates couldn’t remember who I was. Opening the door to my room only to see nothing but a dusty unused space before blinking and there I sat on the bed. Didn't you ever wonder about those episodes, hm? I don’t want your life, no..." Cam laughed, his eyes taking on a malicious gleam. He chuckled as he whispered into his father’s ear. "I want your sanity."
*The scene morphed into a room familiar to the father and son.*
“I’m sorry daddy!”
“You worthless little shit! I lost a good haul cuz of you!”
The voice of a scared child and his own drunken rage. The sound of glass bottles scattering as a small body was thrown into a table. Blood everywhere staining the carpet and 9 year old Cameron Makent.
No! This night had been a dream, it wasn’t real. No matter how he tried to deny it, it didn’t help. Didn’t stop the scene from playing out before him like a movie. Joar already knew how this ended, despite wishing otherwise. All the years he’d convinced himself that this did not happen, because his idiotic soon was still with him. But deep inside, he knew the truth. That the creature he saw nearly every day was not his living son, only his tortured soul. As the younger version of him brought a heavy foot down on the dazed child’s back, he found himself screaming at the memory.
No. God no! Don’t!
//Great Hera!// Wonder Woman cried.
//This is sick! Stop it!//
//Why are we watching this?!//
The voices of the League didn't do anything to stop the memory.
THUMP! CRACK!
He hadn’t noticed back then but boy did he this time around. That horrible sound, clear as a bell. Two noises made simultaneously. Cam was too close to the table. When his father stomped on him, his tiny body was wedged in. His head hit the wood as he was trying to get back up. Having nowhere to go, his neck couldn’t take the pressure.
It snapped.
Instanly his form went limp. His enraged father didn’t even notice the child offered no resistance to the fury of kicks. Only when he yanked the boy roughly by his collar to yell in his face did he see it. Two blue eyes, wide open but glazed over. Unfocused and unresponsive to the ceiling lamp now shining into them. His head lolled to the side with each frenzied shake.
“Wake up! Damn you wake up!”
What had he done? He dropped the child in horror, realization dawning. Being no stranger to death and having caused his fair share of it, he knew his son was dead.
*end*
“I wasn’t dead yet. If you took me to a hospital, I could have lived. Don’t lie to yourself Joar. You saw me breathing if only faintly. But what did you do? You drug me outside by my leg like a fucking animal. I lay there on the gravel; unable to move or talk, watching you dig a hole. The same hole you threw me into. My GRAVE! Out of sight out of mind.” Cameron was right beside him, seething. Only now, he was a child again. “I suffocated you know. Being face down and covered in 4 feet of dirt will do that to a child. I was terrified. Now it's your turn. Say hi to mom for me, you'll be seeing that bitch soon."
The sound of screaming drew the attention of a passing patrol car. The officers were suprised to see the notorious Icicle curled in a fetal position clawing at himself in a patch of weeds. Hollering not to be buried alive.
"Why did you bring them?" Cameron frowned as his clearly deranged father was tased and sedated.
" That was highly disturbing." Superman sighed. "So...can you rest in peace now?"
"You've been watchin too much TV blue boy." The ghost snorted. “I’m a deva now. Specifically a vengeance reaver. We don’t move on. Once we get justice for ourselves, we do the same for those unable to.Those you have no idea about. Don’t look at me with such pity. Save it for the next dumb sonnuva bitch I go after.”
And without further ado, he faded away. Leaving two mages unaffected and the world’s finest deep in thought.
*I am bum bum bum...a line break!**I am bum bum bum...a line break!*
Poor Cam. This is another concept from my original work. Devas are basically the umbrella term for everything not human but not a Chaos mage. For anyone reading Nightfall, Roy and Klarion from that story fall into this category but they are a different breed of Deva.
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