Part the First: Captured
Interrogation.
Megan
Megan opened her eyes with a start. She was laying on her back, on the hard, grey floor surrounded by four large grey walls. For what felt like hours, the Martian girl laid still, eyes plastered to the sealing, trying desperately to remember what had happened, or where she was, or both.
Megan bolted upright as memories of the previous night sprang into her mind. Franticly, she turned her head side to side, trying without success to find her friends. She almost immediately stopped, dizziness overwhelming her field of vision. Vaguely she felt a cloud of intense heat all around her. Not quite hot enough to kill her, but still hot enough to hurt. Carefully turning her head, she saw a torch-like light at each of the corners of the room, emitting heat. The torches were each a different colour, red, green, blue, and orange.
"That explains the dizziness." She thought.
Trying to fend off the wave of sickness, Megan slowly lowered herself back on the ground and closed her eyes.
"Come on Megan, think, She commanded herself, you can't see anyone else, so they're obviously not in the same room. How do I find them? With this heat, I'll never be able to break out of this room and look. So the only thing left is…" Megan's eyes bolted open, a small smile gracing her features. "Hello Megan*!" She exclaimed, mentally face palming. "Try and contact them telepathically."
Closing her eyes once again, she ventured deep into her subconscious, where her access to telepathy was kept. To her great surprise, she encountered a wall.
The wall was huge. Although Megan couldn't physically see it, she felt its power and strength. She also felt two things that confused her greatly.
One: The familiar and comforting presence the wall gave off.
Two: The five bubbles of different colour that lay beyond the wall, also giving off a familiar, yet troubled, presence.
Megan tried to break the wall. Pounding it with weak psychic blows and leaving Megan exhausted. "Curse this heat!" She thought sullenly.
"Megan! Your parents taught you better than to curse things!" A voice scolded.
Megan opened her eyes and looked slowly around the room. Seeing no one, she closed her eyes again. Summoning all her extra strength, she attacked the wall again, this time feeling it begin to crack. Unfortunately, that small crack wasn't enough to topple the powerful wall, and the attack took most of her energy; she was struggling to stay conscious.
"Tsk Megan. You know, when Superman told me that you'd turned to a life of crime, I didn't believe him."
Megan furrowed her brow in confusion. "Superman? Life of crime? Who is that talking in my head?"
I told him 'MY niece would NEVER do something like that. She's too good. Too nice. Too sweet. Too INNOCENT. But now I see the truth. You try to break down the barrier I put between you and your friends, the barrier I put up to SAVE you from their influence." The voice was angry now. Angry and sad.
Megan thought harder. "Only one person can speak into my mind, and knows my parents, and know Superman!" She realized with a shock. "Uncle John" she yelled out load, knowing he would hear her.
"Why Megan?" her uncle asked, coming from the wall and solidifying above her face.
"Why, would you, after I took you to Earth, the place you wanted to go to for so long, why would you turn you back on me? WHY!" John sank to his knees, face covered in his hands as he wept bitterly.
"Uncle John! What going on? Where am I, where is my team? My friends? What's wrong?" Megan exclaimed, feeling panic at the words her beloved uncle had cried.
John stopped crying abruptly. "You know what's wrong. You went from hero to villain in a mater of days. DAYS! And your friends," he spat the word, "Your 'friends' can rot in their cells for all I care. They've done nothing but propel you into the life you're in now."
"Uncle John!" Megan was crying now, eyes large and round, looking like a UFO, the light from the torches reflecting off the wet surfaces, giving her eyes the illusion of twinkling Christmas lights, "What did I do? Did I do something wrong? Was going to the comic con with Wally and the others bad? Why did you say such horrible things about my friends? What's going on?" Megan was sobbing heavily now, shacking with tears. "Why is this happening? I don't understand. Why is uncle John so angry at me and my friends?"
Through her tears, Megan saw John rise up off his knees. Steeling his features, he looked into her glistening eyes a deep sadness. The look was quickly replaced with a glare filled with cold, poisonous, hatred.
"What did you do?" he asked in a voice filled with a deadly venom, "Were you raised with such poor morals that you don't know that what you did to those people was WRONG! I can't believe that you would take advantage of me, of my allowing you to come back to Earth with me. And you don't even know WHAT'S WRONG!" He was yelling now, each word dripping with more and more poison. Megan cringed and cried harder.
"At least you have the decency to cry. You aren't totally evil." John sneered.
He turned to walk to a wall. "Just mostly evil." He then passed right through the wall, leaving his niece to cry alone, without the comfort of the closest family she ever had. Her friends were taken from her, her uncle hating her, and her only other family on a different planet, Megan's sobs racked her body violently. Eventually, her sobbing took enough of a toll on her body that she was no longer able to cry, and darkness over took her sadness.
Only when he felt Megan's mind give in to the exhausted state that the crying had forced upon her, did John, truly weep, and he wept almost as bitterly as his niece.
Just to make sure you know, John is OoC because he's grieving.
*I hate the phase as much as the next girl, and i'll only use it a couple of times, but I wanted to make it sound like Megan.
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