Amaryllis

I opened my eyes slowly only to quickly close them again. A blinding light seemed to penetrate my iris' and a small headache began its throbbing just above my brows. What was going on? Where was I? Panic spread to the rest of my body, forcing my it to react. But as I pulled at my arms and legs it seemed I was strapped down to a hard table. I lifted my head as high as it would go and noticed sliver metal restraints against my wrists. It was safe to assume they were holding my ankles too. Putting my head down, my breathing quickened and I gasped for air as my asthma took over. I couldn't breathe. Where was my inhaler? I needed my inhaler. Oh God. Black dots danced in front of my eyes and my mind seemed to dull as a fog settled over my mind, preventing me from thinking straight. I swung my head from side to side. Through the mist I could make out silver walls and silver tables. Each had colourful looking bottles on them. What the hell was going on? I was in my bed. I vaguely pictured giving my mother and father a kiss on the cheek as I said my good nights and headed up to bed.

The image was slowly disappearing and I struggled to hold it. But it was too late. The fog was taking over, thickening and blinding my thoughts from coming through. As I struggled to hold the light, my heart beat faster, pushing its way against my rib cage. I gasped as I seemed to run out of air and my eyes slid closed once more.

Part 2

"You were supposed to keep your eye on her! We need her alive. We didn't spend all of this time getting the experiments right only to have you let her nearly die!" Voices pushed their way through to my brain and I opened my eyes once more taking a deep breath. I could breathe. What happened? I turned my head to the side and remembered the colourful bottles that lined the silver tables. My body filled with panic once more. I lifted my head again to see two gentleman dressed in white lab coats.

"H-hello?" My voice was barely audible over the two gentlemen who were still arguing. "Please, someone." This time the one who was in trouble looked up to see me. "W-what's going on?" I laid my head back down as a dull ache started in the back of my neck.

"You're awake." He said matter-of-factually. "That's good. How are you feeling?"

"Why am I strapped to a table? Where am I?"

"That is none of your concern. How do you feel?" I wasn't sure how I felt. I was dull all over save for the tightness of the clamps on my wrists and ankles.

"Dull." I whispered. Had they drugged me? Any normal person would be fighting them, asking them what they had done to them but I didn't seem to have the energy, I didn't want to fight. There was no will.

"Good." The other doctor stepped forward and pointed a small light into my eyes. I closed them but he forced them open once more.

"Please leave me alone. Please. I won't tell anyone, just let me go."

"I'm sorry but we cannot do that now. You are to stay with us until we believe you to be...of no more use to us." He smiled wickedly before making notes on a flip chart. Was I in a hospital? No, I couldn't be. Hospitals would never strap their patients down. They would tell you where you were too. Wait, what did he mean by no more use to them. Would he let me go? No, something gnawed at my brain. I knew he would never let me go.

"Why am I here?" He didn't answer. Just continued to study the rest of my body while making more notes. His fingers were cold and I shivered. Why wasn't I fighting? I needed to get out of here. The first doctor stepped forward with a needle in his hand. I panicked. No way. The liquid was green and it bubbled. I hated needles. They were painful and made me faint. I couldn't stand them. They were horrid things.

"This might hurt a little." I struggled with what little energy I had but it was no use. The needle jabbed into my arm painfully. I screamed. My arm felt like it was on fire, burning from the inside out. I could feel my blood boiling as it mixed with the unknown bubbling substance. The pain...it was too much. I could feel my eyes closing as more black dots danced in front of them, causing another mist over my mind. All went dark once more.

Part 3

I awoke once more. But unlike before I felt more...free? I lifted my arms expecting resistance but there was none. I looked down to see a small blanket covering my legs. Oh my god. Of course it was a dream. No one would kidnap me and do experiments on me. A feeling of calm swept through me but also dread as I remembered the pain. It had felt so real. No dream could ever feel that real could it? I looked down at my arm where the needle had penetrated my skin. There was a taped down cotton ball. I gasped. No way. No. This wasn't happening. It was all a dream. Noting else would make sense. It couldn't make sense. I swung my legs out of bed only to trip over the sheets, tangling myself in them. In exasperation, I yanked them off and crawled across the floor. I stood up. My head seemed to spin in circles and I fell down to the floor. It was cold against my cheek. No carpets...my room had a carpet. It was a nice lush carpet, the colour of cream. It wasn't cold. Where the hell was I?!

The world continued to spin around me. I wanted to get up but couldn't; not yet. The cold was nice and it helped clear my head. What had happened before? It all seemed a blur now...almost everything anyway. The needle was still as vivid as if I was watching the clip on camera.

I took several deep breaths before attempting to get up. MY asthma was pretty bad and if I wasn't careful I could end up dead by lack of oxygen, never mind by the lunatics out there. I stood up slowly, and caught my balance. Okay. I walked over towards where a door sat, forcing myself to go slow. Nearing it, I tried the door knob. Locked. Of course it was locked. I had been kidnapped. No person would kidnap someone and give them free range. No. There had to be another way out. A small carpet covered the floor in front of the bed. I kicked it out of the way but there was nothing underneath. Crap. Alright, perhaps a window? No, no window. Of course there wasn't a window. I looked all about the room but there wasn't even a wardrobe sat in a corner. I was starting to feel light-headed again so I laid myself down on the bed. What was happening? Why did I feel so weak? Surely, I hadn't been here that long? When was the last time I ate?

For the first time I looked down to see what I was wearing. They were scrubs, blue ones from the hospital. There was no way I could be in a hospital. No hospital would ever do this to their patients. They couldn't. My stomach rumbled loudly as I thought about food. Food. I needed to eat. Why hadn't they fed me?

My arm began to ache painfully and I put pressure on it. What the hell did they put into my body? My head began to ache painfully as did my hands; every ligament, every muscle, every bone felt as if it was on fire. They seemed to melt from underneath the skin. I cried out in pain.

"Make it stop! What have you done to me? I know you can hear me!" I screamed to each corner of the room, suddenly very aware they were most likely watching me. "God make it stop!" I writhed in pain along the length of my bed, clutching at my hands. I curled my body into the fetal position, tucking my head as far into my chest as I could. I tucked my hands in between my legs and pressed them closed. "You sons of bitches! What did you do to me?" My breathing started coming quick once more and tears rolled down my cheeks. My heart fought its way past my chest as I fought for oxygen. Where the hell was my inhaler?

Vaguely I heard the door open and people rush in. They grabbed at my hands and legs and I screamed even harder. "Get...off me!" I just wanted them to leave me alone. I couldn't take anymore. What was happening? I felt something familiar push past my lips and I grateful took a deep breath as my inhaler worked at my system. Finally I could breathe but the pain in my hands continued and the tears were still streaming down my face.

All the hands that had grabbed at me let go and left the room. They had just left without a care in the world to my pain. They had done this to me on purpose. They knew what they were putting into my system and what it was going to do to me.

The tears were still streaming and I let them, curling myself back into the fetal position. The pain was slowly beginning to recede but not fast enough. I clutched at them even harder, squeezing my eyes shut. Just as the pain receded I felt myself go weak once more and I was out; back into the familiar now peaceful darkness.

Part 4

"In here!" I opened my eyes to blinding light. "I found her!" Who was yelling? What was going on? A set of hands grabbed at my shoulders. No, not this time. Not again. I screamed, kicked and struggled against my captor.

"Please, just leave me alone! No!" The hands let go as I landed a kick to his groin. Quickly I turned over and crawled off the other side of the bed. I landed on my side but was quick to recover. I looked up to see the door now open with more people pouring in. They weren't wearing lab coats but they were in fact a little scarier. I thought I recognized the outline of one but there was no time to spare. I had to get out while I could. Jumping up I bolted to the door only to be hauled back by the waist.

"Stop! Please just-"

I didn't hear the end of his sentence because I jabbed him in the foot before head butting him. He let go and I ran. Everything around me spun and I quickly leaned into the wall. No, not now. I had to keep moving. Dizzy and weak I pushed myself further down the hall. It's walls were white and the doors if not for the silver knobs, would not be visible. It seemed to go on forever but I soon crashed through another set of doors. More people stood around here and I quickly turned to see someone else right behind me. He was rubbing his head. My captor. I kicked him again but this time he grabbed my foot.

"Would you please stop doing that?"

I swung my fist and knocked him on the jaw. He let me go and I ran into another room. There was another door at the far end and I ran towards it. Panic was fueling my adrenaline which in turn fueled my energy to keep going. I was grateful. As I pushed through the door I was led onto what looked like a balcony. Crap! How was I supposed to get down now? My body crumpled to the floor as my energy faded. No...not yet. I can't...I have to keep going. I heard footsteps behind me once more and quickly I turned, slowly crawling backwards.

"Please, just leave me alone, I just wanna go home. Let me go home." My voice was barely a whisper.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Please just...just calm down."

"You're lying. You're lying to me. Don't lie to me." This time instead of having the need to run I felt anger instead. How could he stand there and talk to me like a child? No way. No. He needed to just leave me alone and let me go.

My body seemed to fill with anger and something else. I wasn't sure what it was and I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not. It was something new, like nothing I had ever felt before especially when angry. I could feel the peak of this new feeling and I stood up slowly. All around me the ground rumbled, cracking towards my captor.

"I warned you to leave me alone! I told you to just let me go. Why won't you just let me go?" My voice returned to a whisper. The ground seemed to burst at the seams as roots pulled up and snaked in the air. Somehow I knew it was me but how I had no idea. I urged them towards my captor but he was gone. Where did he go? A set of arms wrapped about my waist and I screamed once more. The roots grabbed my captor by the throat and lifted him into the air. Another one grabbed each of his wrists and then his ankles. "Do you not like that? Hurts doesn't it? Karma's a bitch." Another set of arms went about my waist once more and I struggled to get him off but he was too strong, stronger than the other guy.

"Rose! Stop! You have no idea what you're capable of. You're hurting the wrong people! Flash was here to help you! We all are. Stop." His words were slowly piercing through the cloud of anger that was consuming my mind. But I didn't want to stop. I needed him to pay for what he had done to me. "Rose you're killing him!"

"I know!"

"Rose he isn't the man who hurt you. He's The Flash. Let him go. Please." The Flash? The words had finally broken in. Looking down I saw the person who had a death grip on my waist was wearing blue instead of white. Behind me I noticed the familiar features of Superman and looking up into the air where my root's were slowly killing the man I had assumed was my captor, was The Flash.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. I fell to my knees and covered my face in my hands. What had I done? How had I done it? I...I had just tried to kill a man...not just any man; a superhero! The roots slowly receded back into the ground and all went silent. A set of arms went about my shoulders but this time I didn't try to fight them. Instead I leaned into them and let the man comfort me.

"Lets get her out of here. She needs help." I recognized the voice as the Flash. Help? Yeah, I suppose I did didn't I? Help...I was out wasn't I? I was finally out of that hell...away from those horrible people who had drugged me and...turned me into...something. A monster...a killer.