To the government, she is a glitching weapon to harness. "She is extremely powerful and in the wrong hands stupidly lethal" To the forgiving sister, an avoidable fate. "The monks could have stopped all of it, if they only gave her the family that she needed" To the man tasked as her keeper, a victim of recurring circumstance, "I can't save her. If that's why you're here it's not possible. I… I don't know how" But to herself, an inevitable reckoning, "Death twitches in your ear 'live' I say, 'I am coming'"
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Alright guys and gals, let's get started. I first had this idea when I saw the movie it's opening weekend, but I wanted to make sure I had a fully thought out plot line, so I've held off doing anything with it. But now I got it, and I'm excited.
I don't want to give much away for the readers by explaining too much about my oc. And she is an OC.
If you are a fan of just the Suicide Squad movie and don't know much about the DC universe, it's okay, I try to explain clearly on what aspects I am boring are about. While keeping my twists and as need to know information to myself.
So there is no confusion. Raven and her father Trigon, I am borrowing, the incident that is mentioned in this chapter about Jump City, happened in the Teen Titans comic. And not all information will be 100 percent accurate for my own purposes.
I hope I don't upset anyone, after all this is all in good fun, but if I do it was not my intentions and I am sorry. I do not mean to defile the DC Universe in any way, I truly LOVE all that is in it. All that is written, is written with love for the character I use. So without further a due.
I give you, Found Heaven's light in Hellfire.
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"You gotta be kidding me, your circus freaks aren't enough, you have to add this shit to the mix?" Colonel Rick Flagg, the United States best Special Forces leader, knew when something was a bad idea. He's been seeing a lot of those lately, but he couldn't seem to stop them.
"It would be plain stupid to overlook this one. When the shit inevitably hits the fan, like it always does, something a machine gun can't stop, inmate 261080 is what we will throw at it."
Amanda Waller saw no problem with her plan as they rode down in the rickety elevator. After all, nobody screwed the Wall.
"We can't even wake the damn thing up, unless you want this entire place to go straight to hell. You can't control something like this." Flagg reasoned with his hands on his hips as the lift jolted to a sudden stop.
"Of course I can. But I don't need to, not yet anyways. Trust me, I have a chain for this one. Just like all the rest. Now open it."
Buried stories under Belle Reve, deep beneath the murky moors stood a football field sized cement cellar. The only way down from the prison was a one tunnel lift, ran from the compounds control room.
The dark, puddle ridden prison cell was completely vacant, not accounting for the pod like machine in the middle of the spacious cell. It gave off rays of fluorescent lighting, illuminating the cellar only just slightly. And it seemed to generate a noise that sounded the closest a machine could get to breathing.
Flagg followed Waller to the pod cautiously, keeping his hand close to the gun strapped on his hip. Getting closer to standing over the pod, Flagg could see what inhabited the clear case.
Unconscious and close to bare except for a white ship of cloth on the chest and southern regions, laying out on its back was something that looked extremely similar to a young women. But it was obvious that it wasn't a regular human girl.
With thigh lengthened, snowy white hair that laid in curly waves. Two relatively small, jagged horns emanated from the crown of her forehead. Black talon like nails grew from her fingertips, and littered over her apple red skin, were dark etchings that seemed similar to ancient runes. Tusk like teeth curved over her closed lips, coming from her bottom jawbone.
And if all of that wasn't enough, what stood out most to Flagg more than he would admit, was that she had two pairs of eyes. Though all four closed at the moment, the second pair higher than the others, was something Rick couldn't shake.
"Jesus Christ."
"The exact opposite actually. Inmundus, Aka Tallulah Haven. The first born daughter of what the government knows by Trigon. She's basically the crowned princess of Hell. Not much is known about her coming to being, what we do know is for whatever reason, she was born in Gotham. Abandoned in Safe Haven Hospital by her mother, identity unknown, she was taken to an orphanage in Metropolis.
"Raised in the inner city system until she went missing at the newly age of 13. The world didn't see her again for another three years. But by the time she resurfaced not much could be done about her.
"She caused mayhem in Metropolis, but nothing compared to when she relocated to Jump City. She razed the place to the ground, brought Hell to earth. Along with the Devil himself."
"And you want this on your team."
"Hell yes I do. This girl can transport a live nuclear bomb to any world of her choosing, of my choosing."
"She ain't no girl. That's a goddamn demon."
"Half demon. And when the time comes she will play by my rules."
"Ya well, for the world's sake, I hope your right."
"I always am." Waller turned on her heel and made her way to the lift, Flagg staying back as he watched the demon in an induced coma.
"She's something else ain't she?" lifting his eyes from the case Flagg stared at Griggs, whose beady eyes ran over the inmates bare body. "She's got the thighs that could crush the ribs of a grown man."
Rolling his eyes Flagg turned back to the pod.
"Ya know she always kinda reminded me of one of those giant snakes from the zoo. With all those triangles and lines on her red skin. The ones that sleep all the time and all you wanna do is wake her up. Cause you know you'd be in for a treat if you did." Griggs emphasized his musings with a hard rap on the glass case.
Annoyed Flagg turned his glare back to him.
"I don't think that's wise."
"Nah it's alright, this baby's made with 3 layers of bulletproof glass. And every time this hunk of machine makes that creepy ass noise it releases her night night serum. She's breathing it in constantly."
"You got cameras for this cell up in the compound, correct?"
"Ya, 24 hour surveillance."
"Then why are you down here?"
"Oh me and the guys like to come down here when we make time. Sometimes we'll eat our lunch down here. I like looking at her." Flagg could hear the the blatant lust in the guard's voice, and it sickened and angered him.
"You listen here you sick son of a bitch. That is not here for you to jack off to. It's not a snake at the fucking zoo, something you can pet. It's a lethal, unstable threat to mankind. I want this cell clear of staff at all times. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir."
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"We'd like Miss Moone back now." with her visible hesitation, Waller slowly stabbed into the witch's heart, forcing her to pass over the control back to June, who once back, was physically frightened.
"Please, I can't do that again. Please don't make me do it again." the woman pleaded as she shook and trembled.
"Flagg get her out of here." placing his arms around her, Rick lead her out of the room, sitting her down in the hallway.
"You're okay June, it's alright. She's gone now."
"But I can still feel her." June cried into his shoulder as he held her.
"It's okay, I got you. Listen, I have to go back in, but we can leave right after alright?" she didn't answer as she held tighter to his suit. "June, I'll be just a minute."
Taking ahold of her clutched hands Rick gently pulled. Once released from her grip Flagg smoothed down the few strands that fell loose from June's bun then walked back into the room.
"I have one last issue I'd like to address Waller."
"And that is?" the man opened the file and held up the page in question.
"Inmundus… did you think we wouldn't notice her in here."
"She isn't an issues."
"The hell she isn't! My son attended college in Jump City during her teenage tantrum. She's finally gone, now you want to bring her back!? To unleash her on the world?"
"He's right Waller. I don't know much about demons but I'm assuming they hold more firepower than the magic trick you've just showed us. And last I checked, that thing keeps her heart in her chest."
"Her physical heart, yes." taking the remote, Waller clicked on a file that held pictures and video recordings. Pressing play on a clip the screen showed the destruction of the better part of a city. Zooming in on the ground where Inmundus demon form could be seen kneeling over something wrapped in purple.
The demon begins to pull on the wrapped fabric in a rushed state of panic, pulling the form tightly into her embrace. The moment lasts a short while when two arms come from the purple cloth and wrap around the red girl, squeezing her tight.
The two forms hold each other on screen for what seems like minutes, when the red demon blurs away into what looks like dark heat rising, leaving what is now seen to be a teenage girl with pitch black bobbed hair and pale, almost gray like skin alone on her knees.
Pressing pause Waller zooms in on the girl's face.
"This, is Miss Inmundus heart. She is the key that will allow me to control inmate 261080."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Inmundus has already demonstrated that she is willing to risk, even give her own life in order to protect her younger sister Raven, who we already have under a microscope. I will make sure she does just that.
"I understand your concerns. She is extremely powerful and in the wrong hands stupidly lethal… And she is my last resort. To be used on a strictly as needed bases." the room was in silence thick enough to cut through.
"As an absolutely last resort?" with a curt nod from Waller to the councilman, he slowly inclined his own head.
"Then I give Task Force X the green light."
The decision was made, and Flagg was no happy soldier. Looking around the room at the damn fools that could have just doomed the country to possible destruction, Rick shook his head.
Turning heated eyes on Waller, who looked too damn smug for his own good, Flagg retreated from the room knowing nothing good will come of putting the demon in shackles. And when the time came he knew he would be the stupid bastard who was going to be holding tight to the chains.
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With the official go ahead on Task force X, Waller and Flagg went back to the swamp to meet her new starting line up.
Freaks and murders that Flagg wouldn't trust with a paperclip, let alone their own familiar weaponry. He was glad when the last was checked off the list of inspection.
"You notice these are criminals? They're psychotic antisocial freaks. It makes no sense. Let me hit the Tier One units
and I'll build you a team of pipe hitters who'll do anything you can dream up. I mean, you need real soldiers! Not these scumbags."
"In World War II, the US Navy made a deal with the mafia, to protect its ships on the waterfront."
"This ain't World War II!"
"It's World War III."
"What are you really up to?"
"It's a "need- to- know", and all you need to know is that you work for me."
"That can change with a phone call. I have friends too ya know."
"There you go. Call'em. But without you minding her, your lady friend stays here strapped to a board in a drug- induced coma. Most likely right besides Miss Haven."
"They warned me about you. My dumbass didn't believe the stories."
"Nobody ever does. Before we leave, I need you to check the status on inmate 261080."
"Why? That thing you actually do have in an induced sleep."
"So I have to give excuses when I give out orders now?"... "That's what I thought."
Flagg scowled and glared the whole way to the surveillance room. Cursing the day he signed up for Waller's first mission.
Arriving at his destination Flagg waved away an armed officer standing in his way of the door. Once opened the dark room full of screens was plainly empty of any officers. That didn't sit well with Flagg.
"Who's supposed to be manning this station?"
"Officer Aims, Sir."
"...And where is Officer Aims?"
"Lunch, Colonel."
"It's 10 am."
"It's Thursday, Colonel. They serve chocolate cake in the mess on Thursday's. The other officers like to head down early... for the cake Sir."
"Jesus Christ." pinching the bridge of his nose he took in a deep inhale.
"Um Sir… if you need help-" before the lower officer could finish Rick shut the door in his face.
"Inmate 261080." there were more than a few cameras down in her cell. From the lift, in the corners, and one that came directly from above her chamber.
Sitting down in a swivel chair that seemed too comfortable for the likes that would sit in it regularly, Flagg decided to take his sweet time.
Waller wanted to know it's status, so she could wait outside the copter for him to give it to her. But she'd be waiting longer than she wanted, Rick would make sure of that. Count it as a hollow win against the wall.
Sailing his eyes over each screen from each individual cell, the only one that stood out was the one down below. From all the other cells there was some kind of movement. The joker's girl was swinging from her bars. Floyd was doing sit-ups. The fucking Aussie was doing what little destruction he could with what he had. And Croc was pacing back and forth in his dirty waiting pond.
But the one down below was excruciatingly still. From the screen in front of him, Flagg had to begrudgingly admit that Griggs was right about this inmate.
It was like watching an animal at the zoo. But Griggs got it all wrong. It wasn't a snake that was sleeping in that tank. More like a big cat. Definitely something from the feline species.
The more obvious would be stag or some kind of pig. But neither seemed right to Flagg. It's horns were too small for a stag, they were more like jagged bone coming from the sides or her forehead. And her tusks were much bigger than a boars. They were a sharp white in contrast to her red skin.
The longer he sat there the more it irked his mind. He even went through his phone's educational apps and Google, just to try and find an animal that most resembled her slim, sharp fangs. He was in the middle of an introduction youtube video about felines of North America, when a quick image of something caught his eye.
Skipping over to the animal in question is where he finally found it. With crazy amounts of muscle to back up a fierce bite that you wouldn't have been able to walk away from.
The North American Sabertooth Tiger. Built more like a bear than an actual tiger. The inmates tusks might have been protruding from its bottom jawbone but there was no mistaking it. It was uncanny.
With short hind legs and massive shoulders. It was built to stock then ambush it's prey. And it wasn't just it's straight knife like teeth that resembled that thing in the cage. It's body held obvious strength, though if he had to guess Flagg would say she was no bigger than 5'3, maybe.
It's shoulders were high and taught, neck was thicker than the average female as well. And from its knees up to the rounded hips was large in build.
The closer he looked he noticed that anatomy wise, the inmate was built strangely. He wouldn't doubt that it was different internally too.
The calves were smaller than they should be for the size in muscle to its thighs. And the forearms smaller in comparison to its shoulders.
Now Griggs words were back in his head again. Wake it up. See what it would show him. How it moved and went about.
A knock at the door tore him away from his obviously insane musings.
"What!?" The officer from the door walked in looking more than uncertain.
"Um, Ms. Waller called for you Colonel." huffing in annoyance Rick sat back in the chair.
"Ya, I'm coming." he didn't wait for anymore to be said as Flagg turned back to the screen showing him the dormant beast. Breathing deeply Rick stood from his seat and walked right out of the surveillance room without looking back.
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With a misty cloud of grey the hospital emergency room and June's cold body were gone, leaving Rick on his knees. Vision obscured from the tears still in his eyes It took a moment for him to switch from grieving lover, to reckon soldier.
Getting up from the ground that he just now noticed was cracked asphalt and mud. It was night and there was debris and destruction everywhere. Whatever city this used to be, it was nothing but the remains of a battleground now. But the streets were empty, and it was silent, with the exception of the occasional sound of water droplets.
It must have recently rained, but it did nothing to wipe away the filth in the streets. Which Rick now noticed included blood. Then he heard it. Off in the distance he was able to hear what sounded like whimpers. Walking forward making sure to keep alert in case whoever did this decided to come back.
It got louder the deeper he got into the city. Stepping over what Rick was certain were bodies, though he didn't want to stop to make sure. When he stepped into a clearing the whimpering stopped. Stopping along with it, Rick tilted his head up straining to try to hear where the noise came from. But there was nothing there.
Whoever was crying knew he was here, and they didn't want to be found. Either not by him or whoever did this. As he was going to continue on, Rick heard a snap to his left. Stopping where he stood, he turned to that direction, where there was a barrier of what once used to be taxis door, leaning on a pile of broken concrete. Making sure to keep quiet Rick moved towards it.
When he got close enough to peer around it, all he saw was a tangled mess of shivering, wet black hair.
"Hey, ma'am. Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he didn't get an answer, but her crying started up again.
Rick got closer and tried kneeling his large form in her makeshift little alcove. Before he could reach out towards her, her head shot up and she sat back on her legs in a kneeling position.
What was left of her clothes were torn to shreds, barely staying on her body. She was covered in blood. A litter of slices ran up and down her bare arms, and there was a particularly deep gash on her tear and mud stained cheek.
She looked straight into Rick's eyes, fear and pain were evident in hers.
"Please," her voice was small, cracked as she began to plead and cry. "don't kill me."
"Hey, I'm not-" the taxi door was ripped from its spot and the two were blinded by lights shining in their faces and Rick put his hand up to his face trying to block the light.
When the lights were faced down and away, Rick's vision cleared to reveal the men from his own reckon team. All aiming their assault weapons at the kneeling girl besides him, who now had her arms up in front of her body, hands in clear view were trembling violently in front of her face as she began to sob.
"Please! I didn't do anything!" his team's immediate response was to aim their weapons straight at the bleeding girl. Confusion hit Rick, this girl was no threat to anyone. She was shaking and barely on her last legs from the look of her. And he wasn't going to let her be gunned down in the streets.
"Stand down! Put the goddamn weapons down!" ignored, like he didn't even speak, no one even glanced his way.
But she looked at him and then back to the men that demanded her death. Nothing was going to be done, she could see that. And she was going to die.
Chest heaving deeply, arms shaking as she slowly placed her open palms flat on the ground, moving to her hands and knees. Some of her long pitch black tresses fell over her shoulder and obscured her face, but Rick could still see her. Now with whole body tremors, and tears plopping to the ground, her soft voice cascaded out.
"Most Sacred Heart of Jesus," two men came forward and grabbed the girl's biceps pulling her from her alcove and into the clearing. And she continued loader with her shaking voice
"I accept from Your hands whatever kind of death it may please you to send me this night," the men threw her to the ground so suddenly that she was unable to break her fall. With a shattering Crack, the front of her skull bashed into the pavement, as well as skinning the side of her face. She didn't move for a moment, when a deeply pained groan left her now bleeding lips. And she, with obvious amounts of struggle, continued. Her words now coming out in low, slurred moans and struggled breaths.
"...with all its pains... penalties an-and sorrows; in reparation for all… ahhhhh o-of my sins, for the souls... in Purgatory," she labored to turn her body on its side. Blood and saliva running down her cracked, broken lips and sticking to the ground as she tried in pain, to get onto her elbows.
"for all those wh-who will die today, and for… Your greater g-glory." her voice was strained and muffled as a few more rouge tears ran down her broken face. Everyone was quiet, waiting. From the ground she looked over to Rick, one eye flooded red from a popped blood vessel from when she hit the hard ground, both filled with pain and anguish.
"Ame-" a storm of gunfire rained down on her before her finishing word of absolution.
"Noooooo!" before Rick could reach her, he was swallowed again by the mist of grey, and he fell to his knees in front of the hotel bed.
Hands shaking around his gun he looked up to the witch who was looking down at him curiously.
"What did you do!?" he still was unable to lift himself from the floor but he evened out his hold on the firearm to emphasize his question. "What the hell did you show me!?"
The Enchantress looked down to her coal covered hands and shook her head. She didn't truly know how the second vision came to be, it wasn't her doing. 'From the HigherBeing then? The soldier was meant to witness this girls death. Very interesting. But it will have to wait till later.'
The Enchantress motioned her chin to the gun. Putting his hands up Rick gently placed it at the foot of the bed.
"Okay, alright. Just… bring June back." he got no response before she disappeared in her mist of smoke. "Jesus Christ."
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"June? June!? June, I'm sorry. She went somewhere." he held her close, tight. Trying to stop her body from trembling too badly.
"If you have to choose between her or me, stop her. Promise me you'll stop her… even if it kills me." his arms fell to his sides as he watched June lock herself in the bathroom. Fearing for her, and worried about where the damn witch went, was at the forefront of his mind.
But right behind it, in between recalling it over and over to trying to forget it completely. That girl and her death, that was definitely more of an execution.
As Rick clenched his eyes shut he could still hear her cries. Could still see her shaking, bleeding form. Why would the witch show him that?
He didn't recognize the girl, he doubts he's even seen here once. And why kill her? What did she do to be put down like an animal in the streets?
From behind him, Flagg heard the ghostly echoes of her pleas. Broken and disembodied, he clenched his eyes tighter, knowing it was in his head. Until the disembodied voice became a fully formed scream in his ear coming from directly behind him.
"Please!" spinning on his heel Rick raised his gun, but nothing was there.
"June?" Flagg called out to the closed bathroom. Wondering if the witch was back and she was still messing with him.
"Give me a moment Rick. I promise I'll come out, just a moment okay." he took deep inhales, trying to calm the rapid beats of his heart that threatened to explode.
"Okay… okay."
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"He's right above us."
"This is a mistake, Rick, I can't do this. I can't,"
"Listen, listen! There's no other way. Just get it done… Just get it done."
"Enchantress…"
"Flagg, talk to me. What's going on down there?"
"Amanda she bolted."
"Say it again!?"
"She bolted!"
"Shit." stabbing the witches heart repeatedly, Waller ordered back into her earpiece. "Flagg!? Flagg, listen to me. Im calling it in. Assemble Task force X, now."
A muffled 'God damn it!' came through from the other end.
"And Flagg, while the others are getting rounded and tagged, I need you to personally retrieve inmate 261080 from Belle Reve. She's going active."
"What!? Are you fucking insane!?" all Rick got was a dead line. "Son of a BITCH!"
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He shouldn't be here. Not going down this shitty lift again. Not cursing this goddamned doctor standing next to him. Who let's face it, should probably be rotting in a cell in this goddamned place instead of waking up its most unstable inmate.
"You seem nervous Colonel. I assure you, I can wake the girl, without any complications occurring." scoffing Rick spared a glance at the bald doctor.
"It's not the damned complications I'm concerned about Strange." the shorter man adjusted his wireless glasses on his nose and straightened his bow tie.
"Right then. It is the patient that grieves you. I must assure you once again Colonel, that she is-"
"That thing you're about to wake up is not a sick patient Strange! It's an inmate. And you will address it as such."
"I am not one of your soldiers Colonel Flagg. I am a Doctor. And Ms. Waller hired me beca-"
"She hired you cause your a fucking loon who could care less about the poor fucks your torturing as long as you get your results."
Rick stepped closer to Dr. Strange with each word and was now standing a foot away.
"I don't need you to speak. Do ya hear me Strange? Just turn off that fucking tank and get it walkin'." Flagg stepped back from Strange as the lift came to its stop and pulled it open, letting Strange head out first.
It was the longest walk Flagg's ever faced. From the lift, to the fluorescent, breathing pod.
He was walking slow intentionally, on guard, that by the time he reached the tank Strange was already messing with the LED screen on the side of the pod.
Holding tight to the rifle in his hands when Rick heard it. The freaky machine like breathing came to a sudden stop, and the glass lifted in centimeters with the releasing pressure of 500 soda cans. Rick forced himself to stay in place as Strange pressed on the screen some more, and the curved glass separating the demon from them began to recede back into the pod.
The silence was all consuming as both Flagg and Strange waited on baited breath for any kind of response from the red-skinned demon. Then Rick saw it.
"Hey, hey! You see that?" the body had no response. But high on the demon's forehead, nestled right between her second pair of eyes, a small crystal like gem started to emerge from beneath the bright skin.
There was a slight crack going down the middle, noticeable only be the yellow light emanating from it.
"Is that suppose to be happening Strange?"
"If I'm being perfectly honest, I am not sure."
"What the hell ya mean you're not sure?"
"Well, I have not done this procedure before now."
"... Please tell me you're fuckin' with me."
"I would never! Miss Haven has not been off of her sleeping serum since the beginning of her incarceration in Belle Reve."
"Goddamnit! Close this thing back up! Now!"
"I will not. I am under direct orders from Ms. Waller to activate Talulah Haven." letting go of his rifle, Rick stocked over to Dr. Strange, grabbing him roughly by his lapels.
"And I'm ordering you to close it. Who you gonna listen to? The women who's miles away, or the man right in front of you with a gun to your goddamn throat?" Flagg emphasized by pulling out the glock from its holster and bringing it up to Strange's adamsapple.
Before Strange could respond, both men were startled by the sound of a deep, lung filling gasp coming directly from the demon lying on the platform.
"Oh fuck."
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I hope you've all enjoyed this little tidbit so far. I do want to say that I wrote this first chapter as a sample to the actual story. To see the response it would have.
It might be a little while before I continue to start updating this story. But I WILL Update it. It's funny to say that I've invested a lot of thinking time into this, I've even thought of some one shots I'd like to do for Talulah on before she was taken to Belle Reve.
So even if this story isn't well received it will be finished just for the purpose of it. It just might take longer.
Anyways, till next time awesome readers!