Metropolis, 2 Weeks from now...
"I hate stages..." Sharpshot muttered.
"Don't be nervous kid. You're doing great." Hal Jordan said casually.
"You're up in 30 seconds kid." The Flash said as he peeked through the curtain.
"Right. Get ready to be watched by 6 Billion people kid." Hal said with a smile on his face. "On public TV."
"HAL! You're creeping the kid out!" Hawkgirl said as she walked into the room wearing a business suit with a skirt.
"That's not really a problem to me right now Hawk. In case you didn't notice I've had a change in colors since Metropolis..."
Hal Jordan was wearing Sinestro Corp clothing. Sharpshot had tried asking him about it a few days earlier. Silence had followed.
"Alright guys..." Sharpshot said before taking a deep breath. "Wish me luck."
Sharpshot walked out into the spotlight towards the center of the stage overlooking thousands of people.
"And without further ado... I present to you... Sharpshot!" Superman said.
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Now, Another Universe...
"Ya know... when I was told to kill you guys I thought it would actually be a challenge..." Sharpshot muttered as he walked down the hallways of Stryker's Island. The bodies of several Rebel lieutenants littered the hallways. The likes of which included The Brain, Timber Wolf, Code Red and Kid Thunder.
BLAM!
"Sorry Grundy you ain't coming back this weekend pal!"
Solomon Grundy collapsed to the ground with a corrosive bullet in his skull. The acid started to eat away at his body after a few seconds.
"Rest in peace you piece of meat..." Sharpshot muttered.
"THIS IS IT MEN! TAKE THIS BA$TARD DOWN!" The Deranger shouted from down the hallway. He was surrounded by several soldiers carrying guns.
BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM!!!!!!!!!!
The soldiers collapsed on the floor. Each with a bullet placed in the middle of their head. The Deranger stood for a second. before collapsing to the ground. A bullet permeating his side slightly above his waist. Sharpshot walked over casually before taking his mask off.
"How's it feel to know your whole world's crashing down around you?" Sharpshot asked with a grin.
"You think you've won...? There are still... others left out there... willing to..."
"To fight us? They're all being disposed of. SHAZAM and Black Adam? They're being handled by Superman and Wonder Woman as we speak. Deadshot and Captain Cold? Did you really think they could handle a Sandman?"
"Wha... what are you?" Deranger asked. His mask was the same as Deathstroke's just with a different color scheme. "You couldn't have beaten us this easily... tell me... who are you?"
"I. Am Sharpshot. Trained by Batman to kill people like you. To protect President Superman and ALL that he stands for!"
"...path..."
"Huh?"
"PATH!" The Deranger screamed.
Sharpshot turned quickly as he felt somebody grab him by the neck.
"GET THE-"
Now, The Injustice Universe...
"-HELL OFF OF ME!" Sharpshot yelled as he threw the person off his back. The person was very small. Around the size of a sack of potatoes. Sharpshot pulled his pistol out and placed it on the side of the kid's head.
"Kid. You've just cost me a ton of paperwork."
BLAM!
"...Where the hell am I?!" Sharpshot asked as he stood up. "Deranger?! helllooooo....?"
Sharpshot looked around the hallway he was in. Apparently he hadn't moved at all. Yet everything else had... everything was shinier and cleaner then it had been. This was Stryker's Island... but it wasn't HIS Stryker's Island!
"Freaking teleporter!" Sharpshot yelled before kicking Path's dead body. "This is a freaking other dimension isn't it?!"
Sharpshot slumped down against the wall in anger and exhaustion.
"Damn it! I was about to become my government's greatest hero! Oh...."
"Whoever you are... I would recommend surrender." A stern voice said. "NOW!"
"Ah crud..." Sharpshot said as he slowly started to stand up. "Trust me pal... now is NOT the time to..."
"No. You're wrong. Whoever you are. You've come to the worst place imaginable."
"Murderer. Welcome to hell." Sinestro said.
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