The order to execute the most violent of the prisoners in the Sciencells has begun to be carried out. Though Salaak was unhappy with the order, the Alpha Lanterns will be certain to carry it out. Now the Oans have other issues to deal with ( Read more... )

Doctor Crane smiles to himself as his ring gathers information all over the city ( Read more... )

Space offers a number of interesting psychological studies. Without Sinestro hanging over his shoulder, he's been able to really utilize his new technology to study fear all over the universe. He's started several wars and gathered massive amounts of data to sift through. It's truly fascinating how universal an idea fear truly is. Most every ( Read more... )

Their lord, Henshaw, has given them their target.

The shining jewel of Earth. The City of the Future.

Metropolis.

An army of Manhunters descends on the city, blasting any living being they see with energy blasts.

"I don't know why the Anti-Monitor wanted me to oversee your training personally, Crane," said the heavily built cyborg as he stood from his throne-like chair. A steely blue, Kryptonian eye tracked the Fear Ring wielding psychiatrist while the man approached. A glowing red, cybernetic eye just a nose away did the same. His shiny, alloy skull ( Read more... )

Arkillo pushes past the weaker Green Lanterns. He has someplace to go, and all the worthwhile Lanterns are far from here, fighting the front assault the others are dealing with ( Read more... )

He sits wearily at the supercomputer. Bathed in the incandescent glow of a dozen plasma screens. Upon each is a haunting visage, chalk white, green hair. A wicked grin splits the face in two as if it had been ripped at the seams.

Bruce Wayne, his head hung low, remains ignorant of the wound scored by a serrated blade some three hours earlier as his ( Read more... )