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A/N: Hey guys. This is my first story on this site. I ask that you guys review cuz it'll help me out. Hope you guys enjoy it.
We were trapped, facing the hour of death. They had finally gotten what they wanted from us. They were playing us from the very beginning. We were helpless to save ourselves. Every power we had was sucked clean out leaving us too weak to stop our untimely demise.
In a last desperate attempt to save us, I had called upon allies of days past, but I knew it was a long shot. We hadn't seen them in years, and we hadn't necessarilyleft on good terms. I figured they wouldn't show. It had been days since I had contacted them by the dreaded mind link. If they weren't here yet, what hope did I have of them coming?
I looked to my brother who had stopped struggling. They had beaten us both badly. He was cut and his left eye was swollen shut. I had cuts all throughout my body. Blood stained both of our clothes, and exhaustion was written on our faces. We had accepted our fate, but how did it get this way? Our life had not always been the best, but what wrong turns did we take to get here?
After our debuet as hero, we had been sent to live with a lady by the name of Leslie Thompson. Apparentlyshe was some friend of Batman, and that was enough for us. A few years had passed and things had been good, but then the news started to act up. Kids were going missing again. It was about three a night.
We knew what was going on. It was happening again, and we couldn't let others suffer the way we had. Against Leslie's wishes, Alex, my brother, and I went out and began to investigate.
It had taken us months to get our first lead. We hadn't exactly been trained in detective matters. Everywhere we looked resulted in failure. I was getting frustrated. The longer it took us to find and help those kids, the more they were tortured. It got to a point I couldn't even watch TV because the news constantly reported of a missing child, a constant reminder of my mangled past. Then we finally had a breakthrough.
Our research had led us to an abandoned warehouse. It's always an abandoned warehouse.
We went out to the desolate location. As we snuck around, we were careful not trip any alarms. We knew they would be there. As we recollected to our experiencein the same situation, the place had been crawling with them to ensure we didn't escape. We treaded lightly, watching each other's back. Previous scans of the placehad told us the kids were being held in a room on the other side of the warehouse.
As we closed in on the room, I started getting short of breath. As I looked up at Alex, I could see he was losing his balance. They must have upgraded the defenses. I rushed over to him careful I didn't lose my balance, too.
"There's something in the air," he said. He looked pale. And I wasn't feeling that well myself.
I helped him up and we continued to trudge forward unaware of the chemicals we were breathing into our bodies. When we reached the door on the other side, it was locked.
"Step back," my brother said weakly. He ripped the door off its hinges, but it seemed it took a lot more effortthan he would care to admit.
We went in. Stealth was out since Alex had ripped the door open. We were ready for a full scale attack. We looked around.
The room was empty. It was a simple room, do there was nowhere to hide.
"Where are the kids?" I asked furious for letting myself be fooled like this. Alex was on the wall struggling to stand. I don't even think he had heard whatI said.
Then, a metal door slammed shut where the wood one once was. Smoke filled the room. We were too weakto attempt to open the door. And the smoke filled the room within seconds.
Alex was out like a light. He showed no resistance. I fell to the floor. It felt like I was choking, and my head was getting foggy. As I started to black out, a platform rose from the ground. I don't know if I was more surprised to see that it was Dr. Wellsworth, or that I didn't suspect this was a trap from the beginning. He smirked at me as I struggled to get up.
"Welcome back," he whispered in my ear. Darkness blurred my vision and rendered me unconscious.
When we woke up, various methods of torturing took place. First they drained its of every ounce of power in our bodies. We had been chained to a wall, already weak. We were then whipped, stabbed, shot at, slapped, and other inhumane things were administered to us. We wore inhibitor collars to ensure our powers didn't return.
Then the doctor had stopped torturing us. We were being moved over a vat of chemicals that didn't cause an instant death, but a slow, agonizing pain before death enveloped you. I closed my eyes as the doctor reached to press the button that would seal our fate. It was all over.