Suddenly, a bright point of intense light flashed straight at her face.
"Now, what is your name?" His voice was soft, but far from gentle. She tried not to squint, she was stronger than that.
"Xalboa Saeth."
Before, she was nothing. A blank face, a waste of ink and paper, a victim. She trained, she evolved, she had more power than she could ever have imagined.
"Impressive." He flipped through the files. "Could do better though."
He grabbed a gun, the make wasn't important. It was shiny, and he tilted it sideways. He fired three shots instantly, satisfied to hear the pings as they deflected off her diamond encrusted katana. He smiled roguishly, before pulling down a lever which wasn't there ten seconds ago to reveal a trapdoor underneath her feet.
Luckily, she saw the door, and managed to land on her feet. She stood, swords in hand, letting her purplish-navy hair billow through the still air.
She paused. She expected a few Black Lanterns, maybe that squid abomination from Watchmen, but this…was horrible. They crawled about in their withered husks of bodies, once skin-tight neon tube tops and mini skits reduced to last season rags. Their eyes were sunken in, their skin badly moisturized, and their hair dry and brittle. They were neglected, and their lack of attention was evident in their feral nature.
She tried to pity them, these…poor things were once in her position, though of course they were inferior since they didn't last long enough, but they were once worthy.
She didn't have long to reflect before they attacked.