Danny slowly opened his eyes.
It had been so, so long since the last time he did, that even the shine of the flickering light above him stung his eyes.
After a lot of squinting and painful stinging, his eyes finally adjusted to the light. He blinked slowly as he shifted his head around to examine the area outside the glass tube he was forced to call home for the past only Clockwork knows how long.
Though he did not know how much time had passed, what Danny did know was that he was extremely home sick. He desperately missed his family and his friends. All who were probably sick with worry, wondering where he was. Or maybe.. maybe so much time had passed that they had already thought he was dead. Dead for good. Is that why none of them were looking for him? He berated himself every time he brought up that thought. He had no idea what his friends and family were doing; maybe they were still looking for him.
'If they are, then why haven't they found you?' One part of his mind would ask. 'Even you don't know where you are. Maybe they're just having a really hard time finding this place.' The other side would counter.
'Or maybe they just don't care about you.' vs 'Of course they do, they always will, I know it.' But Danny knew, he had lost hope a long time ago. He knew he was going to die here; wherever here was. He had never blamed them though. It was not their fault. It was his for being careless and letting his guard down, leading to his capture in the first place.
Danny found it both depressing and frustrating that he couldn't remember what they looked like. He'd often wonder about it. Had he been so traumatised while in captivity here that he could just forget such important details such as that? He knew he shouldn't blame himself too much though, because after all his time spent here, the only thing he could really remember were the experiments. He lost count after the 20th procedure. He eventually stopped screaming, stopped feeling, and stopped thinking; choosing to retreat into the deep recesses of his mind. Just to try and make it all go away. Those were the most peaceful times.
Nowadays, the scientists rarely performed experiments and dissections on his body; not that Danny could feel them anyway. Most of those tests were done during the first few years he was there. Every once in a while they'd take a sample here and there, but mostly they would keep him asleep; though still constantly monitoring him and his vitals. They didn't really care much about anything else coz after all, there was no need for a ghost to eat or drink. Therefore, he was rudely awoken only when they required him to. Those had been the experiments he hated most.
Today though, was very new, different and strange. Danny looked around the white-walled room, and noticed the absence of any scientist, security guard or any other personnel. Instead, mountains and mountains of rubble lay around him. Lights were hanging off their cords from the ceiling. Veils of glowing green that could have very well been his blood, lay shattered in shards on the floor; the goo oozing around it. It was then that he realised that the tube he was trapped in, which usually stood against the wall, was now free from the stand it was secured in.
Finally, had the time of his great escape finally arrive? Probably not. Cause Danny found it a great struggle to even move an arm up against the glass, much less bust his way through. Not to mention, the tube was also ghost proof and bulletproof, so no amount of super strength or ghostly energy could ever hope to penetrate it. He'd found that out the first week he was there. Who knows how many times he had bloodied his knuckles and broken fingers trying to punch his way out. He had been desperate.
Danny sighed and leaned his back against the tube wall. Always so close, yet so far. Suddenly, his vision blurred and he found himself fighting to stay awake. He didn't want to fall asleep, not right now, but he was just so tired.
Right before his eyes closed and his mind drifted into the comforting black, he silently let out one final cry for help; though he didn't not know who exactly he was pleading to.
'Please.. Help me.' Danny thought desperately, before letting the darkness take over.
Not knowing... that for once, his plea was finally heard.
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It was just another normal day for our favorite team of teenage superheroes. They were flying back in the bio ship from one of their recent missions- a crazed villain who discovered he had powers over the earth, was causing earthquakes all over the northeast side of Star City; causing many buildings to collapse and overall mass panic.
After successfully defeating the villain, and having him catered off to Belle Reve, the team stayed back awhile to help with some of the damages and to assist any injured citizens, before boarding the bio ship and headed back to their mountain base.
M'gann was steering the ship today, while Wally and Robin, and Kaldur and Conner, were engaged in their own conversations. Artemis was happily relaxing against her seat, arms crossed over her head, humming to herself.
They were just reaching the outskirts of Star City when M'gann's head started hurting, causing her to temporarily rock the ship, immediately grabbing everyone's attention.
Artemis got up from her seat and placed a hand on the martian's shoulder. "M'gann, what's wrong? Are you okay?" She asked concerned.
M'gann took a deep breath and looked up at the blonde. "I thought I heard something. In my mind I mean. Like.. I could feel someone in distress. Someone terrible pain." She finished, wrapping her arms around her shaking shoulders.
"Perhaps you are sensing a civilian nearby. Do you think you can locate them using your mind?" Kaldur asked, standing up from his seat to address the martian.
Robin came up beside her. "This sounds serious. I better take the wheel Miss M, while you figure out what's going on." He said, allowing M'gann to get up and sit on his seat while he took the driver's seat, letting the ship hover in the air while they sorted things out.
M'gann closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. After exhaling slowly, she opened her eyes which were now glowing green with power and concentration.
"I'm gonna try and reach out to it and if I can locate where it is." She said before slowly floating off the chair, face blank, while her mind went to work.
M'gann felt around for the minds around her and of course, she first noticed the feelings of her teammates. They were all concerned, both for the situation and for her; especially Conner, who was standing beside her protectively.
She concentrated harder, ignoring her teammates for the moment and searching for the mysterious mind that was calling out for help. The range in which she could sense minds was usually not so large, but this mind had seemed to call out to her so strongly. She was determined to help it, pushing her mind to go as far as it would let her. M'gann was deep in thought, so she couldn't exactly tell time but she was sure she'd been going at it for a good 15 minutes now with sadly no success. She was just about to come out of her trance, feeling disappointed at her failure, when she finally heard it. The voice in her mind was so small, so sad, and so fragile, that she feared that even the slightest thought or disturbance would cause her to lose it.
'Please.. Help me.'
She opened her eyes. "I know where he is."
Hey guys I'm back to writing this story! Please re-read the chapter if you would, as I have added in a lot of extra details and change a lot of the plot and stuff. Hope you guys still like it though :) Updated 21/10/2016
There are a few things I need to clarify. This is set post season 1 BUT Rocket will not be part of the team. They all know her, and they have worked with her, but in the end she decided to just continue helping Icon. She may come in later, but will not appear a lot in this story. The reason for this? I don't really know her that well, so I'm not really comfortable with writing her and I don't want to write something shitty and have her Ooc. I hope you guys understand.
Till next time! And remember guys, Stay Asterous!