Hi guys, I know I probably shouldn't be writing another story right now because I haven't finished my other one. I am just having a difficulty directing my thoughts in the direction I want that story to go so I stopped writing to get a better idea about what I want to do. So, in the meantime I had this idea stuck in my head that I thought would be an interesting idea. I really enjoyed the movie and I figured I'd have my fun with it. Enjoy and please feel free to follow/favorite or review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Suicide Squad or any recognizable characters. I only own my OC.
No one's POV
She sat there, enveloped in darkness and all alone. If one looked through the little window of her cell, all they would see was this pale girl in a straight jacket and a muzzle. If you looked at her, you wouldn't be able to tell that she is a very dangerous metahuman. One would assume she is just a crazy girl in solitary confinement. Which, of course, she was. But that was besides the point. This girls name, was-
"Isabella La'Poux," Agent Amanda Waller said to the men in front of her. "Also known to many as "Jinx". She is one of the few metahumans in our custody and would be a valuable asset to this squad. She is extremely dangerous, one touch and you are virtually under her control until she decides otherwise. One touch and she can heal herself by sucking the life out of your body until you are nothing but a husk of a former human being."
At that she threw a folder and a myriad of photos slipped out. When examined they would show multiple people, both men and women laying about in various positions with skin shriveled like a raisin, with pale, washed out eyes. The men in front of her cringed and the woman in the corner blanched with both disgust and fear. Walking to the right, Waller folded her hands together and continued on. "At her strongest, she can create optical illusions, make you think she's in one place when in reality she is right behind you with a knife in your back. Rumors say that she can actually teleport in short distances but it is unclear whether they are simply part of the illusion or an actual ability. She has killed hundreds of people not only by herself, but with those enthralled by her. People say that she is called Jinx because whoever sees her will have an incredible bad luck, ending up dead or used as her puppet for her own personal means."
Placing another photo down of a beautiful woman with raven black hair and dark blue eyes, smirking at the camera with the promise of trouble. "She killed both her parents, her twin sister and her boyfriend at the time, at the age of 16 and has been on the run ever since. She has no morals and major trust issues and is not above doing anything to get what she wants." Walking back to the front of the table she spoke again. "But, I saved the best for last. The Witch..."
Isabella's POV
'God this place is so boring' I think to myself, staring straight ahead at the little slot on my cell door. All I could do was sit there and stare while I basically starved to death. Well, I'm not actually starving to death, like they still fed me and stuff but it's not that kind of hunger honey. Oh no, it's a very different kind. Ya see, I feed off the sexual energy surrounding me to get strong. All I need is to touch a person a single time and I could manipulate their emotions to feel strong desires such as lust or passion, one touch and they would be mine. Because of this, they put me in a straight jacket and a muzzle so I couldn't use my abilities on them to escape. They definitely learned the hard way the first time I tried to escape. They only took them off when I had to eat or go to the bathroom unfortunately.
The noise of the slot opening interrupted my staring and caused me to blink, startled out of my mindless staring. The sound of woman's voice through the door caused me to tense slightly, suspicious. The door then opened and in walked in two guards, a big military looking man, and a shorter serious looking black woman. My eyes squinted at the sudden brightness that flooded the room from the open door when the woman spoke. "My name is Amanda Waller and the man to my left is Rick Flag." she introduced them both with a monotone voice, giving nothing away. "I am here to offer you a way out of here, but you have to do something for me first. Are you interested?" she continued, blank faced. I frowned slightly and moved my shoulders, wanting to be free. She smirked as she motioned to the guards to take off the jacket and muzzle.
Once I was free I immediately stood up and stretched my arms out above me and groaned, feeling my back pop in the most delicious way. Waving my arms out and cracking my neck I grinned, looking slightly feral. "I don't care what it is I have to do, you get me out of here and I'll do anything you want lady." I say, voice cracking from lack of use. Waller nods and pulls out a bottle of water and handing it to me. I take it and chug it greedily as she speaks. "I want you to join our team," she states calmly. Finishing the bottle I wipe my mouth and smirk slightly, running my hand through my dirty, wavy hair.
"I have two conditions before I accept your proposal Waller," I say holding two fingers up. She raises and eyebrow before gesturing for me to continue on. "One, I want a shower. Shampoo, conditioner, a toothbrush and toothpaste... everything. I want to be clean." I say firmly, shuddering slightly at the dirt I can feel on my skin and under my fingernails. "And two," I grin slightly and briefly eye one of the guards with hunger. "You want me to be at my very best right? Well, to do that a girl's gotta eat right? I won't kill anyone I promise. But if you let me eat my fill and get clean, I'll join." Waller nods once in approval before speaking again before leaving. "That can be arranged." Nodding at the guards, she stood up and walked out the door with Flag, leaving me in the darkness once again.