JUNE

June was sitting on the edge of the bed in the hotel room, brushing her hair. The place was weird. No windows, door locked… it felt more like a prison to her.

She was trying so hard to remember what had happened in the temple. But it was all a blur. The last thing she remembered was that profound voice, calling her name desperately. She tried to figure out where it had come from. There was no one but her in the temple. But June had this strange feeling that the voice had come from nowhere, it was everywhere. Like it had come from inside her… like it was her who was talking. And then she passed out. She woke up in a village, outside the jungle. She had absolutely no idea how the hell she got there. After that, she got on a plane as fast as she could and flew back to DC.

As soon as she stepped a foot on her house, she felt a presence. There was no one inside, but she knew she wasn't alone. And then, against her own will, her lips whispered a word with a different voice. A word she will never forget. Enchantress.

Suddenly, she had the strange feeling that her soul was being separated from her body. She could see everything and feel everything her body was doing, but she wasn't capable of moving at will. It was like someone else was controlling her body with invisible strings. She tried screaming, but nothing came out of her mouth. Chills went down June's body when she remembered what it had felt… so useless, powerless, insignificant… she was standing in a limbo, between life and death. Even now she felt a presence… but oddly, she didn't feel it in the room… she felt it inside her. Like if there was an intruder in her head.

When she regained control of her body, she found herself submerged in her bathtub, in a dense, dark liquid. In the depths of the consciousness she had before, she vaguely remembered watching a black dust emerge from her hands, causing vegetation to grow out of nowhere, runes and symbols appearing in the walls.

And then the soldier broke in. The tall, stiff soldier who had helped her from the bathtub and carried her out of the house in his arms. She kept replaying the moment in her mind. Before he came in, she was terrified. She was afraid that if she moved, she would lose control of herself again, so she remained still in the water (or whatever it was). But when he told her that everything was alright and lifted her out of the tub, for some reason, she felt safe. He held her in his arms the whole time. Even when one of his men offered himself to carry her so he could rest, he refused. She eventually fell asleep, she was exhausted. She woke up a few hours ago, locked up in the hotel room, and again having no idea how she got there.

I promise no one will harm you again. He had promised her. And she wanted to believe him so bad. But no one could protect her from this. No one could protect her from herself. All she wanted to do was understand. She needed to know what was going on with her. Why did the soldier call her Enchantress? Who the hell was Enchantress anyway? Maybe she was going crazy. There was no rational explanation for what was happening to her.

But deep down her mind, June knew what was going on; she just didn't want to say it out loud. Losing control of her body; feeling a presence inside of her; the soldier calling her the name she had whispered before… it could only mean one thing…

She jumped when she heard a knock on the door.

"Y-Yes?" she blurted. She heard a key twist in the lock, before the door opened. And in came the soldier. June put down the brush and stared at him. He scanned the room for a few moments, clearly making sure everything was in its place and nothing was broken or on fire. Then he turned back at her, his eyes locking with hers.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly.

"Better." She whispered, barely audible. It was a lie; she had never felt worse in her life. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, uncomfortable.

"Is there anything you need?"

"No." she answered coldly. It wasn't her intention to be mean towards the man. After all he had treated her sweetly and not like the monster she was beginning to think she was. But she had practically been held prisoner in the room all day with no answers, she wasn't in the mood to be nice. He nodded, not offended by her tone. He walked over the kitchen table, and placed a phone and a piece of paper with a number written on it.

"I have to go. Call if you need anything." And he turned to leave.

"I need answers." The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them. He turned around to face her.

"What do you want to know?" Where to begin! She had so many questions. He was the one who went looking for her. He had to have an idea of what was going on with her.

"How did you find me?" She asked firmly. He stared at her for a few seconds before responding.

"I didn't. I only carried out the mission."

"And who gave you the mission to find me?"

"A senior officer from the US Government." June chuckled sarcastically. Now she was starting to understand the house arrest.

"You mean Amanda Waller." The man lifted his eyebrows, surprised that she knew who Waller was. That was understandable. Not much people had the pleasure.

"How do you know her?" he didn't look pleased, for some reason. June simply shrugged.

"She helped me with my PhD." He remained silent for a few seconds, before nodding.

"Fine. Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

"Yeah. How long am I going to be trapped in this place?" he sighed.

"I don't know Dr. Moone-

"June." She interrupted.

"June. - He corrected- you will be here until the government comes to a decision on how to treat your um… case.

"So you're not going to arrest me and take me to Belle Reve or something like that?" he shook his head.

"Not that I know." She sighed in relief and stared at her hands.

"I really should go." He stated, and she looked back up as he walked to the door. "Please, be patient. And call me if you need anything." She nodded.

"Thank you, um…"

"Flag. Rick Flag." He informed. She offered him the nicest smile she could muster.

"Thank you, Rick." He looked at her when she pronounced his name, stunned, before nodding and quickly making his way out.

RICK

As soon as he was out of the building and settled in his car, Rick shook his head clear. He had only spoken a few words with her and now his mind was a mess. The way her pink lips whispered his name… was almost angelical. The young doctor kept surprising him. Instead of finding the shaking, terrified girl that was curled in his arms the day before, he found a mouthy woman demanding answers. He didn't blame her though. He wouldn't like to be locked up in a room for a whole day with no idea of how you got there either.

His mind kept drifting off to when she said his name. He couldn't deny that she was gorgeous. Long and wavy blonde hair, green-blue eyes, pale white skin… it was impossible for him to think of her as a danger to the world. But then again, what the hell did he know about witches, spirits and sorcery? He was a soldier, not an investigator. That was Waller's job. And speaking of… Why the hell hadn't she told him that she knew the girl? She promised to give him all the information she had, but she had forgotten to mention the detail that she actually knew the girl that supposedly was a threat to humanity. Rick was starting to dislike Amanda Waller with every second.

He had completed the mission; he found the girl, made sure she didn't hurt anyone and delivered her to Waller. His job was done. But if he was risking the lives of his men and his own to find a powerful meta-human, it would've been nice for her to be honest.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out. It was GQ.

"Flag."

"Hey captain. Everything in order with the witch girl?" he joked.

"Her name is June." He snarled. "And yes, everything is fine."

"Anyway, Waller just called. She wants to see you." Rick groaned. When was he going to be rid of that woman?

"I'm on my way, thanks lieutenant."

"No problem, see you at the base cap." Rick started the car and sped off to meet with the insufferable lady.

Rick knocked on the door of Waller's office.

"Come in." She said from inside, so he opened the door and stepped in. She barely looked up from the pile of papers that surrounded her.

"Colonel Flag." She greeted with a blank expression. She pointed the chair in front of her desk. "Please take a seat." Despite that all he wanted to was to leave that room, he took a deep breath and sat down. He waited patiently for her to offer him her attention.

"How did things go with Dr. Moone?" she asked after a while, still not looking up.

"Good, I guess…" she finally looked at him.

"Care to elaborate on that?"

"Well, the room was in perfect state… and she was, um… very calm."

"So you're saying that she didn't turn into Enchantress."

"No." Waller looked back down at her papers. Rick jumped at the chance to interrogate her.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew her?"

Waller didn't answer immediately. She wrote a few things down before looking back at the colonel.

"Why should I have told you?" she asked casually. Rick raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you joking? You sent me and my men to find a meta-human powerful enough to destroy the planet-

"According to your report, she was particularly cooperative."

"What if she wasn't?" Again, she didn't answer immediately.

"I owe you no explanations." She simply said. Rick felt his blood boil with anger. He stood up, and spoke in a low, harsh tone.

"I don't know what you're up to, and I honestly don't care. But I'm not one of your pets, and I won't play your game. You have what you wanted, I'm done." He started walking towards the door, but stopped in his tracks when he heard a sarcastic chuckle. He turned to face her, hate spilling from his eyes.

"If you cross that door, you will be more than done." She declared, keeping a calm expression.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She smiled. She had a very creepy smile. It gave the soldier chills.

She stood up and placed her phone on the desk.

"One call. That's all that it takes, and you will no longer be Colonel Flag. Just Flag." Rick was trembling with rage. He couldn't believe how manipulative Amanda Waller could be. He chuckled in disbelief.

"They warned me about you. Dumbass didn't want to believe the stories." She walked around the desk and approached him.

"Nobody does." She whispered.

"What the hell do you want from me?"

"The mission isn't over." She stated, walking over to her desk. "Someone has to watch over Dr. Moone. She's dangerous to herself and to everyone around her. She needs someone to trust, someone who she believes is on her side."

"Are we not?" he whispered. Waller ignored him. "How do you know she trusts me?"

"Because you will make sure of that. I want you to forget about the rest of the world. She's your priority now. You will follow her every move the 24 hours of the day. You will protect her and make sure she doesn't harm anyone, mostly herself."

"What do you want from her exactly? What are you going to do with her?" He couldn't help asking. She smirked.

"I thought you said you didn't care about what I was up to." Rick had to bite his tongue. "Go on Flag." She said, sitting back behind her desk. "You have the rest of the day." He quickly turned on his heels and headed to the door, desperate to put a good distance between him and Waller. Just as his hand was on the door handle, she heard her behind him.

"Oh, and Colonel? Make sure you do a good job, if you want to keep that title". Rick stepped out of the room and slammed it behind him. If he didn't like Amanda Waller before, now he hated her.