Thanksgiving break! Yaaay! No school for a week! I wish it was longer but...I'm satisfied for now. Thank you so much for the reviews and I hope you enjoy!

Here is chapter 3!

Wednesday, October 23rd

2:25:47 AM

It was silent. The only thing that could be heard was the occasional steady drip of water coming from the ceiling. The floors were cold and hard. The air was musty and there was little breeze. The room was dark; the only light coming from a flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling.

The first thing that John noticed upon waking up, was the dull ache covering his body and he was feeling slightly nauseated. He couldn't think straight and he had a hard time opening his eyes. His body let out a painful protest whenever he tried to move. He was tired, despite being unconscious – for how long? What time was it? When was the last time he ate?

He groggily lifted his eyelids and after some time he managed to focus his sight so only one of everything was seen. His head was starting to clear and he attempted to move. He was somewhat successful as he managed to lift his head; looking around he saw his unconscious shackled comrades. Upon further inspection he noticed he too were chained. He looked around; taking in his surroundings he noticed there were no windows, only a flickering blue light above him. Greeaat. Realization hit him like a speeding bus when he looked back down at the unconscious Batman without his utility belt. He looked down at his hand and mentally groaned when his ring was not there. He looked around some more and saw a seemingly heavy black metal door. Could we get out that way? He was answered by a piercing pain in his head. Not in this condition.

"Wha-...?" John swiftly turned his head, quickly regretting it at the painful twinge in his neck. He saw Wonder Woman shift her head against the brick wall and slowly opened her eyes. She quickly noted the chains preventing the movement of her arms. She looked up at John, being the only person besides herself awake, "John...where are we?"

"I'm not real sure on that myself, princess. Soren must've put us here, he took away our weapons," John sighed, they were going to have to come up with a really good plan on how to get out of here. Wonder Woman growled, "He doesn't expect us to stay here and fight for his entertainment!"

John rotated his neck, feeling a little better and spoke, "I don't think he cares. He wants what he wants, and I'm guessing, by the fight we had, he won't take 'no' as an answer."

"I won't do it," The Amazon growled. Moments passed and more groans were heard. Little by little each person awoke and a strew of profanities from Hawkgirl's mouth were spoken.

A small camera was positioned above the metal door, a red dot signifying that it was on.

"They have awoken Lord Soren," Kagmer confirmed as Soren entered the room.

"Good. Time to welcome our 'guests'," Soren replied as he turned away from Kagmer and left. Taking this opportunity, Kagmer quickly accessed a control panel and brought up a file marked 'Scorpius'. He grinned mischievously as he took out a black flash drive out of the pocket of his bright red robe. After extracting the file onto the flash drive he deleted any evidence of him accessing the file and left.

The room was still silent and the string of profanities from Shayera had ceased. A sudden creak of the metal door caused the bound captives to turn their heads. Growls had to be suppressed as Soren came into their view, though the glares came at full force. Ignoring the threatening eyes of the League, Soren spoke, "Now that you all have had a taste of the power I wield, I doubt any of you will want to test me. If you do, by all means...try me," He finished with a glare of his own. "I will not tolerate any disturbances from any of you. As you have already found out; I have confiscated your weapons. No yellow sun to power the Kryptonian, the Amazon's amour has been taken and the speedster's legs are shackled and programmed to use agonizing jolts of electricity if he tries to vibrate through them. All your human necessities will be taken care of. I will come back for one of you to participate in the first battle," With that, he turned towards the door and left the League to themselves.

The League didn't speak for a full 5 minutes when Batman spoke up. "He has a limp."

Superman looked up at him with a confused look. "...What?"

"He has a limp." Batman repeated.

Superman inwardly groaned and replied. "Yeah we established that but how do you know? He barely walked at all when he was in here; he just stood in place."

"He was shifting his weight onto his left leg so his right leg is obviously injured." Batman explained.

"Okaay. But why is that important?" Superman asked tiredly.

"It means...that he isn't as invulnerable as he would like us to think. It didn't look like Flash and I did any damage to his legs when we first encountered, but is seems we did more damage than what I originally thought. Meaning that he could be easy to take down once he comes back to take one of us to the arena." Batman concluded.

Flash chose this time to speak up, "But he's only going to unchain one of us. What if the person he chooses can't take him down?"

"You mean 'what if you can't bring him down'?" Shayera snickered.

"Hey!" Flash sent an unamused glare at the Thanagarian. "I meant anyone of us," Flash replied, his glare still targeting Shayera.

"Alright." Shayera put her hands up in surrender. "I'm sure anyone of us could take him down. If what Batman said was true, Soren shouldn't be too much of a problem." She finished.

"Ah! Kagmer, what a surprise! What can I do for you?"

"Persian...Lord Soren has commanded me to end you." Kagmer replied nonchalantly as he entered Persian's office.

"W-what do you mean? I just finished speaking with him. He asked me to ready the arena." Persian voiced his confusion.

"I will be taking care of that now. I found out about your plans. I know that you were planing to take my place as high chief. You can't deny it." Kagmer retorted in prideful anger.

"Y-you? What do you mean 'you'?! I thought Lord Soren wanted me...d-dead." Persian countered, purposely ignoring the last of Kagmer's statement, mostly because he didn't want to anger the robed alien any further.

Kagmer mentally chided himself at the slip up and answered, "His will is my will." Kagmer covered up his mistake. He unholstered a gun from under his robe and fired at the shaking alien. No more mistakes Kagmer, you can't afford to slip up anymore. Kagmer reprimanded himself again. He wouldn't let anyone take his position; we worked hard to get where he was and is was only a matter time when he would surpass the imbecilic Soren himself. Kagmer inwardly smiled before a annoying beep coming from a device on his wrist signaled that Soren was contacting him. He answered, "Yes...sire."

"Is the arena ready?" Soren asked, oblivious to the sarcastic tone that Kagmer used when addressing him as 'sire'. Kagmer grimaced, he should have waited until Persian finished preparing the arena. "No, sire."

"Have it ready! I gave plenty enough time, that it should be finished by now!" Soren growled. "Sorry sire. Persian is having difficulty completing that task. I will finish it sire. Don't worry...everything will go according to plan." Kagmer stated. He grinned as Soren logged off after giving the 'okay'. Kagmer strolled out of the office and began to prep the arena.

Does the ending with Kagmer feel random? It feels sort of random to me. I was trying to make it more suspenseful. Ugh...hopefully it doesn't seem out of place to you guys. Now this is going to bother me for the rest of today. Oh well. If it's too bothersome to you guys I'll change it. If not, great! :D

Please review! I'll 'see' you guys in the next chapter! Buh bye! (-This is totally a Markiplier reference.) (I'm not sorry. -The truth but also a reference. )