Disclaimer- I do not own Justice League or "Independence Day" by Martina McBride, I only own Josie and the plot.

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Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock

I stared across the room into the cage across from mine. How long had I been here? Days, weeks? Maybe more. And all the time I was here she was too. No, she's been here longer. Much longer. And all this time she's hardly moved.

I grimaced and massaged my temples, pain; all I really felt was pain.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Stupid clock didn't really help matters either.

"You'll get out."

I snapped my head up to see the girl staring at me, her eyes were hollow and she was emancipated to the point of death, her skin was pale and she was dirty, yet she possessed a strange type of beauty underneath it all.

"You'll get out," she repeated "You'll get out but I wont."

"What?" All my time here she never talked to me, so why now? And how did she know I would get out of here? I would but she wouldn't? What the heck did that mean?

"You're friends will come to get you, you'll be rescued. So just hang on." She whispered the last part as an afterthought, looking towards the ground slightly.

"How do you know? And what do you mean you won't get out? If my friends break me out then they-" She cut me off with the shake of her head.

"I see the future, that's how I know."

"But I'll take you with me when I break out. You'll be free too!"

"It'll be too late." She said shaking her head.

"Huh? Wait-" She cut me off again.

"Later on today they'll come and get me. My time is up Flash."

"They're going to kill you? Why?" I am so confused. Confused and shaken, she was so young. Too young. And the way she addressed me, so familiar-like it was unnerving.

"I'm too weak, my body can't handle any more tests and I won't cooperate. I won't fight you guys. I'm a failure; today's my last day. Normally I wouldn't be telling you this but, I um, need a favor." She was speaking so softly I had to strain my ears.

"Sure, what?" I asked, I needed to do something for her.

"I need you to listen. I need to tell someone these things before I die. All my life no one's ever listened to me. I just, I need someone to tell these things to."

"Of course, I'm all ears." I leaned forward a little bit. I totally understood what she needed. She needed to make amends, to make her mark on the world. She needed someone to know she existed.

She leaned back and thought for a moment, collecting her thoughts before looking at me again, and then she spoke.

"I was born on December 18, 1994 in Allswood Virginia. My parents were divorced, dad was a businessman, and mom was a real estate agent. I lived with my mom, dad worked too much."

"Sounds like a good start." I remarked, knowing things would get worse.

"It was." She whispered, then louder, "When I was eight my parents had been divorced for three years, my mom felt that she got cheated during the settlement and she wanted to redo it. We were all at the courthouse and my parents were arguing. Then everyone started screaming, a man from the room over came in waving a gun. Everyone but me died and three other people died." Flash winced, he could see how much it pained her to let it all out after years of bottling it up, he knew how she felt…

"After that I was carted of from orphanage to orphanage, foster home to foster home. They all sucked. But the third foster home I was in was the worst." She paused a moment, collecting her self, then continued. "It was a family, a mom, a dad, and three kids, two girls and a boy. They were O.K. at first. But, the dad started getting weird. He would come into our room at night and peek in, sometimes just stand there for ten minutes before leaving. I never slept good so I noticed this."

She was shaking by now and it was a few moments before she continued, I already knew what was coming next though. I had heard so many stories similar, too many.

"Then one day we were watching T.V. and he started groping me, I felt so degraded and embarrassed. He told me not to tell anyone. I just ran out of the house and didn't go back, not even for my stuff. That's why I'm telling you, if I die without telling, he'll win. I can't let him win." There was a short pause then she continued, "I spent the next few years using and selling crack on the streets, since I spent all my money on it I hardly fed myself at all and became anorexic. Then Cadmus found me."

Through many dangers toils and snares, we have already come…

"They promised me they would help me control my powers, cure my addiction. And they did."

So I was at Cadmus, huh, interesting news. But then again, only they could torture a fourteen year old and not feel guilty. So not really I guess.

"I soon became a lab rat. They tested everything on me. Made me see the outcome of battles, rises in the stock market, anything. I wanted to die."

Wally flinched at that; he knew what it felt like. Drowning in all the pain and hopelessness, but at least he had his friends. She didn't have anybody.

"Then, they wanted me to go against you guys, the heroes. I couldn't do that, the world needs heroes. If not you guys then who else?"

T'was Grace that brought me safe this far,

"So here I am, fourteen and on death row. My time's almost up, but you need to know Flash; you need to keep holding on. Don't make the mistakes I made. There's still time for you." She pleaded, her eyes begging me to head her wisdom.

"It's not fair, you shouldn't be dying now." I whispered, feeling the tears prick my eyes.

"I made amends with God Flash. And please don't cry for me. I didn't tell you this because I wanted pity. I told you because you needed to know, you need to know that you have to help the little guy too. Be careful not to overlook him." I nodded and sighed, studying her face.

"Hey," I whispered as the door opened, she looked at me and smiled, "Josie. Josie Marie Nicholas." A man in black armor came in and opened her cage, yanking her out roughly.

"Move it Bitch!" He mumbled

"Hey, Josie?" I cried out desperately, scared that I wouldn't be able to tell her. She turned around.

"I won't forget, and don't worry, I'll pass your message on. You're a real hero, I'll miss you."

"I'll be fine, I might even see you someday, you know, way later. But until then, I'll miss you too." She smiled a little as she said that. I know it must help ease the pain she was in.

The guard shoved her roughly down the corridor, mumbling profanities at her. I watched her walk out, watched the door close. Then I leaned forward and sobbed, sobbed for our lost childhoods, our inner struggles and demons, and I sobbed because I felt new hope, hope for a brighter day. And I sobbed for joy, because I knew Josie would be watching.

And Grace will lead me home.

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Hey everybody! Guess what? I'm not dead! I've just been really tired and have not been able to write a decent chapter for my other stories. This just came to me as I was lying in bed so I just wrote it down. PLEASE no flamers! Or nagging about my grammar. Remember people; I wrote this at 12:00 at night! Anyways thanks for reading! R&R!