Injustice 3: The Might of Magic (Book 3)

Oliver Queen:

As soon as I jump through the portal and land on the other side in Star City, I immediately drop to a knee. Screaming as soon as my foot hits solid ground, the nerves inside catch on fire. I bite my lips and breath through my nose.

"I have to find Dinah," I tell myself. I take a few deep breaths through my nose before reaching behind and grabbing an arrow. A crosshair appears in the visor of my excell-neno suit. It targets the top of a nearby building. Loading and firing the arrow, it sticks in the side of the building. As the arrow flies through the air, it leaves behind a cable.

"I don't weigh that much. Do I?"

I cross my fingers and push a button on my bow. A part of the bow starts to spin. As it turns, it pulls in the cable and me up. In only a few seconds, I reach the top of the building.

"Yeah," I shout, nodding my head and smiling. I have to stop since I'm starting to feel hot again. I wipe my sweaty forehead and prepare another grapple arrow. My visor targets another nearby building and I fire.

"Hold on, Dinah," I say as I zipline through the cold night sky. "I'm coming!"

The Man:

I look down at the radar on my motorcycle. It shows a map of Star City with me quickly approaching the targets.

"Yeah, try all you want," I say, shaking my head. "You'll never get rid of all these trackers I have on you, Barry."

With over a hundred red dots on top of each other, I notice one of these red dots is moving away.

"Who is that?"

I tap the moving red dot and a picture of Black Canary appears.

"Dinah," I say. I lower my head and pick up speed. I'm less than a mile from where Dinah, Selina, Jaime, and Barry are when I sense something incoming. Turning the front wheel, I skid to a stop, just as something hits the street in front of me and explodes.

The surrounding cars honk as they swerve out of the way. Afterward, they all drive off, leaving me alone.

Focusing, I sense not one, not two, but three powerful magical users approaching me. I climb off my motorcycle and walk onto the empty street. Now, in the middle of the street, I turn my head when a cloud of green smoke appears.

The green smoke is blown away and there, standing to my left is a tall woman with long black hair tied into a large bun. She is wearing golden armor, a golden mask, and a golden crown on top of a large red gown.

To my right, a glowing red circle appears, with cursed symbols written on it. A black circle appears in the red circle and a young boy with pitch-black hair, blue skin, and a suit crawls out. He smiles when he sees me, his sharp teeth shining.

Directly in front of me, a bolt of red lightning strikes the street. The red lightning leaves behind a man with a single streak of white hair in his long black hair. This man is wearing a black suit lined with gold.

"Morgan le Fay," I start, looking to my left. I then turn to my right. "Klarion the Witch Boy, and you. Mordru."

"You know us," Morgan le Fay asks as she approaches me. "How?"

"Who cares how this man knows us or doesn't know us," Klarion shouts. "All that matter is the Lords of Order want him dead!"

"And they are willing to offer us a reward each for doing so," Mordru finishes. The three of them then approach me with various-colored glowing hands.

"Listen," I say, holding out my arm and bending my knees. "As much as I wouldn't mind settling some old scores, I have somewhere to be. So I'm only going to ask this once. Get out of my way!"

"No way," Klarion says. Chanting a spell, Klarion pulls back his hands before shooting them out. A beam of pure chaos magic is hurling toward me but I jump back while making a circle with my hands. As the beam hits my hands, it dispenses and disappears.

"What the hell," Klarion screams as his eyes go wide. "How--How did you do that?"

"I learned a lot since the last time we fought," I answer. To prove my point, I hold two of my fingers up while holding the other two down. Chanting my own spell, one of pure order, a golden cross then appears before me. I scream as I swing my hands, the golden cross flying toward Klarion.

Dinah Lance:

"Let me go," I shout, still trying to shake loose the darn zombies. Despite my struggle, I couldn't break free. I couldn't break free of all of them as they strapped me down onto a dirty table inside the building.

"What are doing? Who are you?"

"I am Professor Pyg," the pig mask man answers, holding his hand over his chest. "And I am the doctor that will fix you."

"Yeah," I say, shaking against the table's resistant. "I don't think I'm not one that needs fixing."

I watch from the table as Professor Pyg grabs something off a nearby table. It looks like a tiny microchip.

"With this in your head," Professor Pyg says. "I will be able to control you. Your mind will be resting while your body helps me in my study."

"The microchip," I say. I look at the tiny microchip before looking at the surrounding people. "That's it! That's how you controlling all these people!"

"All of these people were like you," Professor Pyg says. "They had flaws that only I could fix."

Professor Pyg approaches me with a knife in one hand and the microchips in the other.

"No! Get away from me! Get away!"

Professor Pyg holds the knife above me. He's about to cut my head open when, just before the knife touches my skin, I hear a loud thud.

"What," Professor Pyg says, looking back. Turning around, I see Oliver standing on the second floor.

"Hold it right there, Porky," Oliver shouts as he fires off an arrow. The arrow hits Professor Pyg's hand and knocks the knife out of it. Oliver fires a second arrow, this one hitting and knocking Pyg down. With Pyg down and on the floor, Oliver jumps from the second floor onto the first.

However, as he jumps down, he falls to his side.

"Oliver," I scream. I try to get up but I'm still tied to the table.

"Dinah," Oliver screams while on the floor. He slowly gets back up but Professor Pyg beats him to it.

"Get him," Professor Pyg orders, yelling at his zombies. "Get him!"

Pyg's zombies nod their heads before walking over to Oliver. Oliver is still on the ground. It looks like he's in pain. He's holding his hip while trying to load trick arrows into his bow.

"Oliver," I scream again. The zombies block my view and now I can't see him. "Oliver!"

About to cry, I snap my head back up when I hear something explode. Looking up, I see a bunch of zombies trapped in a net. They all struggle to get out of the net, moaning as they pull on it.

"Dinah," Olive says, limping his way around the trapped zombies. Using his bow as a walking stick, he slowly approaches me. "Hold on! I'm coming!"

"No," Professor Pyg shouts. He runs and gets in between Oliver and me. "You cannot have her! She is my patient!"

"Buddy," Oliver moans as he raises his bow and loads an arrow into it. "You just made a mistake."