Connecting the Dots: InitiationConnecting the Dots: Initiation3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Naruto was not having a good day. No, forget that, Naruto was having a TERRIBLE day. Not surprising perhaps, given that he was standing in the middle of a battlefield amidst the broken and bleeding bodies of his friends. Or that the people responsible, standing just across the wood from him, were some of the most wanted criminals in the world.
It didn't help either that one of them had once been one of his closest friends.
"They're not dead, you realize." Sasuke said coldly, bringing Naruto out of his stupor. "Though killing them would be easy enough."
Naruto's eyes turned just a touch red. "Sasuke "
"They were trying to stop me." Sasuke interrupted him. "I've left enough examples by now for them to realize what happens to those who try to stop me. It's not my fault they decided to be stupid." His eyes narrowed slightly. "But at least they recognize
Connecting the Dots: DominationConnecting the Dots: Domination3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Dude, do you ever sleep?" Cyborg eyed Robin as he came bounding up the stairs.
"Not if I can help it," came the response. "What's the matter? Why's the proximity alert going off?"
"Hard to say." Cyborg pressed a few buttons on the panel. "Something approaching over the water at high speed. Could just be a boat, but it's heading pretty much straight for " He paused as the image came onscreen.
The two were silent for a moment.
"Well, it's not a boat." Robin reasoned.
"Yeah," muttered Cyborg. "Guess we better batten down the hatches. Anybody we know?"
"Don't recognize them." Robin shook his head. "Too slow to be part of the Flash family. Don't seem to be friendly." He turned to regard the other Titans as they came blinking up the stairs. "Titans, rea "
The rest of his statement was broken off as something came smashing through the front of the building.
"Fell out of the sky?"
"I was about two miles away when it happened." Superman shrugge
Connecting the Dots: IntroductionConnecting the Dots: Introduction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was an arm. Unnaturally pale perhaps, and currently enclosed in a glass case with little lasers flickering over it in a scan, but it was still an arm.
For the hundredth time in his life, Superman found himself wondering if his best friend had finally gone crazy. Sure, he had been saneperfectly correct, in factthe other ninety-nine times, but an arm?
"Bruce, explain to me again why this is so important." He said, without taking his eyes off the appendage.
A snort came from the dark-clad figure at the computer. "Because it came from another dimension, that's why."
"Oh?" Other dimensional-beings DID tend to be rather nasty. "So have you found out to communicate with it yet?"
An annoyed sigh at his shoulder made him start slightly. "It's not sentient, Clark." Batman moved forward and began tapping on the monitor next to the box.
"You're sure? Some of these dimensional thi
Connecting the Dots: Revelations Part IConnecting the Dots: Revelations Part I3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At 10:30 am, Hinata crept out of her room. Fortunately enough of the tower had been renovated for each of the girls to have their private apartment, so no one noticed her departure, nor her uneasy way of slinking through the halls on her way to the exit. Not that there were many to notice her, most of the others were already busy or out on patrol. Technically, Hinata was supposed to be on patrol now too, but Robin had granted her time off and sent Chouji in her place. He hadn't been too happy with it though with Ino nearly incapable of serving, Naruto and Sakura insisting on separate patrols, and Lee nearly killing himself with training each day, Hinata's day off had been a little hard to fit in. She'd done three extra patrols in order to get this one off.
It was worth it though. She had to go to the restaurant, she HAD to find out what was going on with her what was going on wi
Connecting the Dots: DispersionConnecting the Dots: Dispersion3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Master Bruce, a situation has arisen." Intoned the voice respectfully from the speaker.
Batman flipped a switch on the Batmobile's dashboard. "What is it, Alfred?"
There was a slight pause. "The computer has picked up 'dimensional rifts,' it says, worldwide."
"The code is 1739, sir."
Batman's eyes narrowed to slits. "I see. That should have been sent to the League automatically, but inform them just in case. Now where is the rift?"
"Sir " Another pause. "There are several."
"Several?" Batman paused. "Very well. Where is the one closest to my current location?"
"At Whituckney Ave, 8743." The voice replied. "Over on the other side of town. Sir, perhaps you ought to "
"Forget it Alfred." Batman flicked the switch off. "Batman out."
It was the pain that awoke Ino.
The last thing she remembered was the sudden realization that there was someone behind her, moments befo
Connecting The Dots: Confrontation p1Connecting The Dots: Confrontation p13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Could you please repeat that, Wonder Woman?" Mr. Terrific's voice was careful, polite. "I could have sworn you just said Batman suddenly decided to leave Gotham and told you to keep searching without him."
Diana, from the bowels of her invisible plane, shrugged. "Well, I suppose theoretically Batgirl is keeping an eye on me from the Cave, but essentially, yes, that's what happened."
"But this is Bats. This is GOTHAM. He barely lets anyone else in there, much less leave them in there without supervision."
"I don't understand it either. He seemed in an awful hurry about something."
"Really?" There was a slight pause. "He never contacted us about anything."
Diana grimaced. "Of course he didn't. He said it was some 'personal business.'"
The black ship cut silently through the wind toward the island. Batman edged it up, a little further i
Connecting the Dots: ComplicationsConnecting the Dots: Complications3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hm," mused Kakashi as he re-entered the Hokage chambers. "That didn't go so well."
Yamato was only a step behind him. "It could be worse, Hokage-sama. At least we didn't waste many men on it."
"Not in comparison to the other villages, no. But that's not what's bothering me." Sighing, Kakashi took a seat at the desk, propping his feet up on it. "What's bothering me is how Madara apparently knew we were coming and was able to not only vacate the base but construct an elaborate trap like that. And then there's Kabuto " Shaking his head, the Rokudaime cast a longing look at a certain drawer in the desk. "It's disturbing, to say the least."
"He can't always know what we're doing. We'll stop him yet."
"Perhaps. But it's an unsettling trend." A final shrug announced Kakashi's intention to drop the subject. "Still, as you say,
Connecting the Dots: Exhiliration Part IConnecting the Dots: Exhiliration Part I2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The shooting was a little more difficult that Tenten had anticipated. Firing a gun whilst leaping and jumping through hallways required a great deal more coordination than sitting in a chair and endlessly pulling the trigger. There were matters of kickback, coordination, and balance to deal with. The basics of aiming she had easily mastered, and factors such as reload time and weapon accuracy she had an approximate knowledge of, thanks to her time in the shooting range; but doings things in practice turned out to be much trickier.
Of course, that throbbing pain in her right hand (or rather, where her right hand used to be) wasn't helping matters. Nor, for that matter, was shooting with her left for a change.
Still. Details. At least she could somewhat brace the plasma rifle in her left hand with the stump of her right. And really, most of Luthor's guards seemed to be atrocious s
Connecting the Dots: Interrogation p1Connecting the Dots: Interrogation p13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After lying still for nearly half-an-hour in a fruitless attempt to commune with nature, Naruto concluded that something was wrong.
Gathering natural energy was surprisingly difficult. First of all, there seemed to be nothing around them for miles except metal and plastic (which did him no good at all) and then dirt (which was better but still difficult) and then finally wind (which was the easiest one for him to access.) Of course, there was the air in the hallways, but even that had a slightly unnatural feel to it.
Ordinarily, he should have been able to pull even on these resources, but the natural energy here seemed so weak. Practice had brought Naruto to the point where he could activate Sage Mode relatively easily and manage to maintain it for some time. But the natural energy here felt so faint and elusive, it was difficult enough to sense, let alone manipulate. It was as if chakra had suddenly dried up eve
Connecting the Dots: Hallucination Part IConnecting the Dots: Hallucination Part I3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
can't move can't move can't move hard floor cold like the glass of eyes that float into the circus about the sisters of football players the room is dark and the floor cold cold cold against the people approaching up the shaft of the monkey staff for the snake and the robin redbreast have you any wool stopstopstop sorry sorry so sorrrry I didn't mean oh felt so good bubble of mind open two more coming NO must not must not let them come hold out and scream help help for the orange eyes in the green face that opened up the basement and here they come
"Here he is." Cyborg jogged up to the prone form on the ground. "Thought he was in the control room, went to ask him about the power panels and saw him on the screen. First thing I did was to contact everyone and put the Tower on alert."
Starfire was already by Robin's side. "Who could have defeated friend Robin in such a ma
Connecting the Dots: Explications Part IConnecting the Dots: Explications Part I2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The man dashed down the alleyway, panting, darting frenzied glances behind him. A hungry chorus of yapping barks pursued him, the sound echoing off the high stone buildings on either side. Dashing the sweat from his eyes, he continued to run, half-stumbling against garbage cans and random debris left from the tenants.
Finally, inevitably, he came to a dead end. The walls were shored off, the passageway had been blocked by a low brick wall. Desperately he leapt for it, scrambled at the bricks, but it was just too high, and the bricks just too smooth. The barking grew closer and closer as his bleeding fingers clutched at the stone.
The man whirled as the dogs came around the cornerdogs of all sorts. Pit bulls, rottweilers, chihuahuas, poodles. They ranged in appearance from well-fed and groomed to ravenous and scraggly. All had a hungry gleam in their eye. Curiously