Injustice Gods Among Us: Sharpshot #2

Stryker's Island...

"The pain will stop in a few minutes..."

"I'm sorry what?" Sharpshot asked as he lay in his cell. His scars still burned from where Sinestro had cut him.

"The pain. It'll stop soon. You're new here?" Someone from the other cell asked.

"Yeah... I'm really new here."

"What are you here for?"

"...murder. I killed this teleporting kid who brought me here..."

"...nice."

"Where the hell is everyone?" Sharpshot asked. "There's like... 15 people here..."

"Everyone else is in the Phantom Zone... or working for Superman..."

"And you?"

"They're never getting me. Which is why I'm here... they're never getting any of us."

"Why? Who are you guys?"

"My name's Floyd... you may have heard of me and my team."

"Oh?"

"We're called The Secret Six..."

"How long have you been here for?"

"Few months. We've been through worse."

Sharpshot glanced up as someone walked to his cell door.

"Get up. We need to talk." The Flash said.

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"You're not from here are you?" The Flash asked.

"How did you kn-?"

"You're vibrating at a different frequency to me. Which means your from a different dimension. What are you doing here?"

"...I really have no idea."

"Not good enough. Do you want me to call Sinestro back in here?"

"No! I'm telling the truth!"

"Is your world planning to attack us?!"

"NO!"

"Good. We want to offer you a choice."

"What kind of choice?"

"Work for us. Or Sinestro gets to have more fun."

"That is the 2nd easiest choice I've ever had to make." Sharpshot said with a smile as he pulled his mask over his head.

"Oh really?" The Flash said with a look of concern. "What was the first?"

"How to get the hell out of here." Sharpshot said as he pressed a button on his belt.

SSSSSKKKKKKRRRREEEEEEE!!!!!!

The Flash covered his ears in pain as the hyper sonic echoed through out the room. Sharpshot laughed as he pulled his pistol from out of his boot.

"Should've thought twice before letting me keep my weapons asshole!" Sharpshot said before opening the door.

KRACK!

Sharpshot fell to the ground as a mace hit him right in the face.

"What was that meant to accomplish?" Hawkgirl asked as she smashed Sharpshot's belt. "Are you okay?" She asked as she helped Flash up off the floor.

"Yeah... dude's a slippery one."

"So what are we doing with him?"

"...Let's get him up. Superman's going to want to talk with him."

@tommythehitman: Dum dum dum. Your right Sharpshot sucks at running away.

Wow. Sharpshot caan't stay out of trouble can he? Its almost his superpower, finding trouble.

@wildvine: Does getting hit in the face by a mace (say that 3 times fast) count as getting into trouble?

@impurestcheese Running away... well Sharpshot did a pretty good job of... falling on the floor. Possibly crying as his nose lies broken...

@tommythehitman

It does in my book, yes.

@wildvine: Then yeah that's his superpower.

@wildvine: Hmm new avatar Wildvine? Are we looking at the face of the Killer Rabbit?

Someone call me?

@killer_rabbit: ...Impurest run for dear life.

@killer_rabbit: @tommythehitman: Sitting on a stockpile of hand grenades blessed by a priest so I'm good. :-)

@impurestcheese: Wouldn't it be weird if suddenly Sharpshot had an account?

@tommythehitman: Meh not the weirdest thing I would have seen today.

Oh, the old, hand grenades blessed by a priest gambit. Only survive that one all the time.

@killer_rabbit: I doubt it. :-)

Nope. Just like White Rabbit.

@wildvine: Oh okay.

Uh oh, Sharpshot is in some deep trouble now. Interested in how the meeting will turn out...:)