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Night Fall	By : sirensoundwave Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 2651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: If I owned Young Justice and DC comics didn't, this would be it's own Elseworlds-esque comic storyline. But I don't, they do, so it ain't...and I won't make a penny offa this...TT_TT

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Er... I have no explanation for this other than plot bunny that escaped. Having some writer’s block on my other fics so I decided to go with an idea that wouldn’t leave me be from a different genre. Saw this movie that made me think about vampires. Roy can be scary when he wants. So... here we are. Though available on FFnet too, there will be part of coming chapters that are only able to be posted on AFFnet and I guarantee you the longer this goes on, the more fucked up it will get.

Plot and very minor OCs alone mine. All else property of DC, Warner Bros and a host of people that ain’t me. Characters borrowed for my own twisted amusement. Enjoy.
*Night Fall*

It made no sense. None at all.
A man was going insane trying to find an explanation for why he was running for his life. Rather, a random thug named Mason was sweating bullets as he hauled ass though the dimly lit back streets of the metro area. Star City was not where freaky shit like this happened. Of course there was crime but nothing...supernatural ever happened here. No this was more up Gotham's alley where nightmares were very real in the form of homicidal monsters and a big black bat. After all everyone in the underground heard stories and rumors. But that's all they were right?
Obviously not. He tangled with the Joker on a regular basis and won most of the time, got out of inescapable situations constantly and made grown men incontinent just by casting his shadow. The jury was still out as to whether or not he was a really a man or something worse but Batman was supposed to be the boogieman of the Justice League. Not a freaking side kick. Certainly not the Robin Hood knock-off's kid.
There he admitted it. He was running scared because he had just witnessed something disturbing enough to make him forget about the heist he had set out to pull in favor of self preservation. Like a scene from some horror movie.
Starting the night out like any other well paying gig, Mason first met his accomplice. He’d hooked up with a specialist in structural design, the take would be split 50/50...if they both got away. The guarantee that the other would squeal like a distressed pig should they be left behind and/or captured was like insurance. Insurance that they’d both made it out of the bank unscathed, not that one would live long enough to collect his share. No honor among thieves as they say.
He came up behind the pair without a sound. All that alerted them to his presence was the obscuring of the moon’s light as they set up to pick the lock on the ventilation system exhaust. Both whipped around to reveal a figure looming behind them. The time between drawing his gun and being introduced to the other side of the rooftop was a blur. Shaking his head, his vision cleared enough to see what happened.
Red and black spandex. Black domino mask. Quiver of arrows and a bow on his back. The stupid hat was gone but it was easy to identify their assailant. Speedy. Well, it was Red Arrow now seeing as he’d split from the blond archer. Whatever. Just meant he was without back up. Two full grown hoods against one kid. Arrows verses bullets. Even though he could see his gun too far away to reach, what career crook didn’t keep a spare?
Dennis on the other hand avoided the kid’s grasp and fires his own weapon. Direct hit to the shoulder.
“Ow.”
Calm. Too calm a response comes from the young man. He looks down at his bloody wound as if he’d been hit with a spitball instead of a bullet. Before their eyes, the skin knit itself back together as the slug clattered to the ground by his feet. And Mason’s partner drops his gun in shock.
“That wasn’t very nice.” A hand surged forward, gripped the stunned man’s hair, twisted and pulled; all in one fluid motion. As the now headless body slumps backward, the Crimson Archer allowed the blood dripping from the detached skull to coat his free hand.
The red head proceeded to drop the body part and bring his sticky fingers to his lips. Licking the digits clean like a child licking syrup from his fingers, he tilted his head and frowned. A look of disgust playing on his features.
"Not nearly as sweet as the boys. Tch, low-lifes taste like stale candy. I know you're still there. Your heart is racing like a rabbit on speed." He turned to Mason's hiding place. In the time it took for the event to play out, he’d scrambled to hide behind the stairwell exit door. “Hows about I give you a head start? Make it to Arcadia Ave and I won't kill you." His voice is cruel and taunting all at once. The playful lilt followed by a light chuckle makes the offer even more frightening.
So now the desperate perp was a block away from the safe zone and panting like a dog. Four blocks and a municipal park later, he could see the bent sign that read Arca only a few yards away, the last few letters obscured by the condition. He had a chance! Capes didn’t go back on their word. No matter how scary they were.
That hope faded as his jacket collar was yanked back hard enough to make him fall on his ass.
"Oh, too bad. You were soo close too." That voice purred. With hot breath against his ear, his swears his heart stopped. Pulling away, a face with an amused smirk was inches from his own.
Shnk!
A green arrow embedded itself in the wall beside them. Maybe he was saved. He could see green tights out of the corner of his eye. The demon rolled his eyes, snarling as he stood back up. Seeing those inhumanly sharp canines bared wasn’t doing anything for the man’s peace of mind though.
"I’m hungry. Haven't fed in two days, GA. Go away."
"You'll kill him Red."
"And who's fault would that be? You locked me up for two days and just happened to forget tonight. The Bat and Flash kept Robin and KF away too." Red Arrow hissed turning to face the new arrival.
"It’s not like I tried to starve you. You were in there with something to, geh, drink. Besides, whatever you did to those two, it's not right dammit! Using mind control to make your friends your slaves-"
"The hell I have! They let me bite them. How was I supposed to know they’d like it?! Where the fuck are you going?!" Red Arrow barked and Mason froze mid crawl. It appears he wasn’t forgotten in the heat of the exchange. Swallowing on reflex, despite his mouth being dry, he slowly turned around.
"Y-you tore Dennis apart b-but you're gonna, gonna eat me?!" Mason at least wanted to know why before he met his gruesome end. Bravery? No, not really. More like why not, about to die anyhow.
"You didn't....oh god..." The older man drew in a breath.
"Ugh. Your stupid friend is fine. He's unconscious in a puddle of his own piss. Don't look at me that way GA! He's still blacked out on the roof. It was just a glamour I swear." The red head snapped. “Fear and adrenaline makes them at least taste better.”
“I can’t believe I’m listening to my former side- partner discuss the palatability of human blood.” The older hero failed to suppress a shudder. “Look, Batman’s gonna work something out that doesn’t involve you hypnotizing or murdering people.”
“I said I didn’t--! Grr! In the mean time, I’m starving now. I’ve gone through the trouble of catching someone and I intend to follow through.”
“Listen to yourself! You just admitted to the intention of draining a man dry to sate your own thirst.”
“I’m aware of what I said. Eh?”
Mason used this second argument to run full stop down the street. Heh, the kid could eat the old man for all he cared. As long as he got away, it didn’t matter to him.
"Oof!" He smacked into what felt like a brick wall. Clutching his nose with his eyes closed he cursed. “Sonnuva bitch!”
"I said, I'm HUNGRY."
Should have known he wasn’t that damned lucky.
Oliver got there just in time to see his adopted son release the limp body. Blood dribbled down his chin. In morbid fascination, he watched the ginger wipe it away then suck his finger clean. Contentment, bordering on ecstasy, expressed by half lidded eyes. The deep groan released from his throat.
“Those blood packs were too bland, it’s not the same as live prey.” Roy stretched a bit, as if a dying man wasn’t crumpled before him. “Let me know if Bats figures out a ‘better’ way. I could always visit the boys, they really don’t mind after all. Later Ollie.”
Now alone on the street, Green Arrow tried to get himself together.
“Uhnnnn...”
Not quite alone but semantics weren’t in play here.
It was just as creepy when the Dark Knight vanished into the night. But at least he could be sure his co worker wasn’t out hunting for a victim to drain the life out of. He was reasonably sure any how. The boy he loved like a son, the boy took into his home and trained to fight the good fight, had become a monster.
The archer had no idea what to do. Aside from get this guy to the hospital and pray he didn’t stop breathing on the way.
*end?*
First published horror fic.
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