Hello again! I'm back with another chapter! I'm sick, so I had time to write this while wallowing in suffering… Just kidding! Stress. Plus, I loved the response!
Responses to Reviews:
Robindanewsie : Thank you! I love the memories too, I tried to pick important ones that stuck out to me. I agree, Queen probably wouldn't be happy. I hope these next few chapters explain that and you catch that explanation. Yes he is going to struggle, and I am too XD Never written anything even remotely like this. Thank you!
Firecracker-TheBatCrazedDemigod : Yes! I cried too ;-; and I saw your "deathnote" XD and explanation. I hope to have a happy ending, but ya know, no spoilers ;) jk. I don't have the heart to write a painful ending, sorry ;-;. So no, no painful tear jerking ending. It'll probably be extremely predictable after a while.
aRobininflight : You and me both! I think I am very cheesy, and loved the Apprentice story. I can't promise a 'happy ever after', I can promise hope. Remember, he becomes a hero. Hero's rarely get 'happy ever afters'. Besides, to get that happy ending, both me and him are going to struggle.
Thank you for reviewing!
"Up Apprentice!"
Dick shot up, fear of a beating racing through his mind. Master stood in the doorway, looking down at him.
"Where are your manners Apprentice?! Have I taught you nothing?!" Master yelled.
Memories caught up with Dick, and he remembered what had happened. He froze scared to do anything.
"You stupid worthless-" Master started to say, but he was interrupted when Dickie moved for the first time.
Dickie moved before the man, and Slade began to speak again. "Well it's about time you began to show some respect you damn little brat. Where are the signs of respect I taught you? On your knees you insufferable-"
"No." A quiet yet powerful voice said.
"Excuse me?" He must have heard wrong, because his pathetic little Apprentice did not just say-
"I-I said n-no." Dick caught up to what happened, and his stutter came back.
"Well, so you think that just because you got away for a bit that you can rebel against ME?! I am your Master! You will obey me or else so help me I will-" He was cut off once again.
"W-what will you d-do?" Dick asked in the same voice.
"What did you just say?"
"W-what will y-you d-do? Or m-more specifically, what c-can you d-do? You h-have taught me, but I have learned m-more than you expected." His confidence growing with every word, he stood a little straighter, feet planted, eyes narrowed. To Slade, he looked like a weapon. The very thing he was trying to create, turning on him.
"So."
Was the only warning Dick got before he was hit upside the head. The blow knocked him off balance, and he tried to stop the second hit aimed at his stomach. He still felt the impact, and the pain of both. His confidence began to shrink on itself as he let out a whimper.
"So you have begun to think for yourself have you? You think 'Oh, I have the big bad Justice Idiots backing me up now, plus the Young Screw-ups, so I must be just gosh darn invincible ain't I?"
He struck once again, Dick moved too slowly to block it. Out cold, he slupt to the floor.
"Well, I'm so sorry that I need to wake you up from that little dream."
But Dickie couldn't hear him.
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When Dickie awoke for the third time with no clue where he was, he thought of praying to 'God' to make it stop. He dismissed on the fact that he didn't have enough information on how to pray properly to this 'God'.
That ran through his mind until he smelt salt. Salt water, more specifically.
He opened his eyes. The first thing that greeted him was the dark grey wall. Then he turned himself over.
He appeared to be in some kind of room that was designed to keep everything out or in. That could mean a spaceship, testing lab, boat, or… submarine? The pressure on his ears and in his head told him he was below sea level.
Except, if he smelled salt water, how could he smell it through the walls? He couldn't. The smell was coming from somewhere in his room.
He was in one corner, no bed, no blanket, no pillow, nothing. There was a dresser, and on top of the dresser was a fish tank. Inside the fick tank was only one little blue fish. Dick got up and stood in front of the fish tank. He watch as the sad little fish swam around and around.
'Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming. What do we do? We just swim…'
The song played in his head, reminding him of a movie with a bunch of… talking fishes? Yeah, that sounds right.
To the left of the fish tank, there was a door. Dick looked back once to the fish tank before approaching the door. It was not locked for once.
Dick pushed the door open and stepped out into a narrow hallway.
To one side, there were three doors. To the other, a long hallway. Dick had no idea which way to choose. In the end, he decided to go left, to look at the doors. The first door was leading to a training room. The second door lead to a kitchen pantry. The third door was another bedroom, a clearly occupied one. Nothing important in any of them, so he moved on.
Down the hallway, there was a fork. Before he could go anywhere though, he heard IT.
"APPRENTICE!"
Dick did the natural thing. He ran. He selected a hallway at random then ran. Of course, he was caught. But the fact that he tried says a lot about how he changed.
Fun Fact: In English, they teach you that to describe something as a pronoun's object, add an 's like I did to 'pronoun'. Yet, when used referring to an 'it', if you say 'it's' you are saying 'it is', so to call an object as a noun's object you have to spell it as 'its'. For example, "it's ridiculous" versus "the cat sharpened its claws on the couch". English is ridiculous sometimes. I have gotten into arguments with three of my English teachers about this.
So I had not planned on reviewing so soon, but the love I got from the first chapter made me so happy… Thank you so much to Robindanewsie, Firecracker-TheBatCrazedDemigod, and aRobininflight for reviewing! I didn't honestly expect it. So my next update will probably be in 5-7 days. I hope.
Anyway. Peace out from your girl! Love you beautiful people!