What doesn't kill you. Chapter one.
I know the title is the same as a movie, but this story doesn't have anything to do with it.
This is my first Fanfiction story ever! So no flames please, but I'd love to hear what you think so please review. This takes place third season of the Legion of super heroes, three years after Dark victory. If its confusing please tell me in which way and where. So, I hope you like it, please read and review if you would, well here you go. Chapter inspired by The pretender by Foo Fighters. 525 words. I don't own the Legion of superheroes (do I need to say it, this is FanFiction)
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The door opened to a dark room, only lit by a few white flickering lights. There the Legion of superheroes, and a group of other super powered gladiators stayed waiting in separate cells for there turn at the fight. It had been about a month now, and many of the prisoners plans for escape had fallen flat on the ground, while hope faded away.
Three robotic workers marched into to the prison room scanning the cells for the most willing to fight. There in the first cell, a green skinned teen around 17 years old stood running a tin bowl along the hard bars of his cell. Querl had fought in the arena several times much to his friends dismay, he never explained why or how, but he always came back victorious in his black robotic armor only to return to his cell satisfied.
The robotic workers walked to Querl's cell, two of the three holding either of Querl's arms as the third left the room, returning quickly with Querl's black body armor. The green skinned teen stood tall and still as the three robots helped him into his armor. The suite was sleek from the rocket boots to the electric charged arm bands, on his back were two duel swords that charged when removed from the cases.
The suit came on fast, now all that was needed was his helmet, but before it was put on, Querl struck out at the robot to his right, the electric charged arm band sticking through his stun victim, the robot sparked and tumbled over. The two robots left stood there a second to long as Querl reached for his duel blade, with one swift movement the left blade cut threw the air hitting its target and cutting threw. The robots stood there a second longer before there heads slid slowly from there bodies, there wires sliced threw sparked. Querl knew more workers would arrive, if not their "in prisoner" as well, he had to move fast.
The Legionaries were all standing now looking out of there cells as Querl ran for the other end of the room, there the control keys were. He was only feet away when he froze dead in his tracks, the in prisoner stood in the door way a remote in his hand, Querl knew that he had taken a chance with the suit, but he couldn't have beaten the robotic workers otherwise, he silently cursed the suit's fail safe he was at the in prisoners mercy, unfortunately he didn't have any.
