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Crow woke slowly, eyes opening to find herself in a plain room. There was a desk in the corner, piles of papers stacked atop it, a small filing cabinet beside that. On a table that sat near a window that looked out into what looked like the interior of a warehouse sat bottles and jars of some strange liquid. It was colored rather strangely, for one moment it would be one color, and then the next it would be another completely different color.
She took all of this in with a dazed mindset, for she was still confused as to what was going on. Her neck was sore, and she could feel that there was some sort of bruise on her neck from where Brickwell had grabbed her.
As Crow tried to move, she realized that her hands were bound behind her and in a rather painful manner to be truthful. Every time that she moved her hands, she cried out softly in pain, for the chain like structure would cut deeper and deeper into her skin. It wasn't long before she could feel a hot, sticky liquid running down the side of her hand.
Suddenly, the door to the small office burst open, and in came Brickwell.
"Oh good, you're awake. I was hoping that I would be able to hear your screams while you were conscious." He said with an evil grin than slowly started towards her, hands reaching to grab a small knife that sat atop the desk.
.ooOOoo.
"What do you mean she never arrived back at the mansion?" Batman asked hoarsely, watching Green Arrow without expression as the Emerald Archer passed back and forth within the confines of the Arrow Cave.
"Roy said that when she left the manor, she was distressed over a news story she had heard on T.V. and drove off. But when he got back, she wasn't here, and still hasn't come back." Green Arrow responded, still pacing back and forth in front of the screen with worry as he pondered on what to do.
"Is something wrong Batman?" A voice sounded behind Batman through the monitor, and as the Dark Knight turned around, it was revealed that Robin and Jay had been standing there, listening to the entire conversation. The Bat only shook his head, not wanting to worry the two little birds. But he wasn't fooling them at all.
"What happened to Crow?" Jay asked. Batman threw Green Arrow a look through the monitor, but there was nothing to be done.
"We're going to help you search for her." Robin said, stepping past his sister and his mentor to be in front of the screen, looking at the worried archer with a soft smile. Green Arrow only nodded, having nothing to say as he went back to his pacing.
"We will find her Oliver. Don't worry." Was all Batman said before the link went dead.
.ooOOoo.
"What was that? You want me to stop?" Brickwell taunted, smirking down at the panting Crow as she sat there, still bound and helpless. In the man's hand was the small knife, though its tip was now red and stained with blood.
"Please…" Crow murmured, lifting her head to look the man in the eye, small beads of sweat on her forehead as she sat there, still panting from the pain that she had already suffered. Not only were her wrists bloody from the wire that bound her, but now on her left arm was a single word, carved into her skin with the knife: Brick.
Brickwell only laughed at her plea, and then suddenly brought the knife down upon her, slashing her shoulder where the tank top ended, causing a deep gash to appear on her shoulder. Crow cried out in pain, the wound already paining her more than she wanted.
.ooOOoo.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing." Green Arrow sighed, running a hand through his hair as he and Red Arrow stood together on a building top somewhere in Star City. There was suddenly a buzzing noise, and at first the two archers were confused until Red Arrow realized that it was his communicator.
Pulling it out, he flipped it open to see the faces of the smiling twins.
"We tracked Crow's communicator signal. It's coming from somewhere in Downtown." Red Arrow nodded his thanks, threw a glance at Green Arrow, and then they were rushing from building to building, eager to get to the source of where Crow's communicator was, hoping desperately that there would be some sort of clue as to where she was.
.ooOOoo.
"Alright Onomatopoeia, he can be your first target. But make it fun to watch." Brickwell said with a smirk as he stood with the strange man on a catwalk that overlooked the floor of the warehouse, hands crossed behind his back. The man in black nodded, his hand drifting to the gun in its holster as he thought about his coming challenge.
"But first…"
Without a word, the pair moved together, walking down the catwalk to the end, where the office was located. The man looked in on Crow, seeing her sit there on the chair, countless wounds on her body, yet she could do nothing about it as she sat there on the chair.
Without a word, Onomatopoeia moved away from Brickwell, heading over to the door for the office and opening it to enter the small space. Crow lifted her head wearily to look at him as he came in, wondering what pain would be inflicted on her this time. The man turned, seemed to look in Brickwell's direction for a moment, and then slowly lowered the shade on each window so that one could not look in.
Crow's shrieks echoed throughout the entire warehouse as the man inflicted pain on her in all sorts of ways.
.ooOOoo.
"It's this building. This is where Robin and Jay said the signal was coming from." Red Arrow said as he turned his eyes to look up to the top of the building for only an instant before he and Green Arrow rushed into the building, instantly taking to the stairs to climb them as quickly as they could.
Once they reached the roof, they began to search all over, hoping to find some sign of the youngest archer, or at least a hint that could tell them where they could look next.
"Green Arrow!" Red Arrow called out suddenly, standing near the far corner of the roof, close to the ledge as he gazed down at some sort of object that was on the ground in front of him. Green Arrow was instantly by his side, gazing down at the same thing as him. There, lying on the stone of the roof was Crow's ebony bow, as well as her communicator.
"Oh my little vorona…where are you?"
.ooOOoo.
It seemed like weeks had gone by since Crow had disappeared, but it was only two days since she had gone. By now, she had various cuts and bruises, and every day, whenever Brickwell would come in to torture her, he would always re-carve the letters in her arm, always keeping it prominent so that it never faded.
As Brickwell came in this morning, he didn't give her a cruel comment or remark, instead turning to the table by the window and taking the one of the bottles with the strange liquid into his hand. Moving his other hand to his pocket, he pulled out a syringe, sticking the metal needle through the top and take some of the liquid out.
Turning, Brickwell then slowly made his way over to her, coming to stand beside her with the needle in his hand. Suddenly, he brought his hand down, sinking the needle into her neck, causing her to have a sharp intake of breath. With the needle in her neck, he slowly inserted the liquid into her bloodstream.
"I hope you enjoy my little treat. I've been working on this for a bit, and I think it's been in need of its first test run." Brickwell said with a grin, Crow's eyes widening as she looked up at him. At first, there was no change, but after a few minutes, the young archer began to jerk around, struggling against her bonds as she saw horrors only she could see.
"No…" Crow said softly, still gazing at something that she didn't want to see.
"No! Don't leave me!" Crow suddenly screamed, jerking forward in the chair as she tried to go for something that wasn't there. Brickwell watched this all with an evil grin as he saw his toxin take effect easily. The drug was almost like Scarecrow's fear gas, but his not only inflicted mental terror, but it inflicted physical pain as well. While the mind was distracted, the body was attacked slowly, focusing on the main internal functions of the body and slowly attacking them.
As Crow's cries slowly became louder and louder, she began to speak in the native tongue of her childhood: Russian. Tears began to stream down her face as she continued to cry out, Brickwell listening to the foreign words as she continued to become effected by his toxin.
"Papa! Ne ostavlyaĭ menya ! Pozhaluĭsta, ne ostavlyaĭte menya! (Daddy! Don't leave me! Please don't leave me!)" Crow screamed out, straining against her bonds and causing the wire to cut into her skin more and more, cause more blood to slowly flow down her arm as the cuts on her wrists worsened from her jerking.
"Ne ostavʹ menya v pokoe ! YA ne hochu byt' odin raz ... (Don't leave me alone! I don't want to be alone again...)" Crow murmured, tears still falling silently as she gazed upon her nightmares.
So there you have it! Chapter two! I thought that I'd be nice and update for you guys now, since I already had the idea for how I wanted to end this chapter and didn't want to forget it. XD Hope that you liked reading this, despite the fact that I had some major Crow torture. XD For next chapter, I plan to have some more action with Onomatopoeia, so expect some more action and such (well, I'm hoping at least!)! R&R!
~ Selena