I'm Just Sara
Running, I turned the corner and disaster formed in front of my eyes. Flames, the whole building was up in flames. No, it was not just any building, but the city's bank. It was like a scene from a movie, it didn't seem real. I took a step back, hitting the brick wall behind me.
"Fuck, Cousin, where are you?" I whispered to myself. I started to look around frantically, and on cue, I spotted him two buildings down. I ran to him. His shoes were the first thing that caught my eye.
"Oh, how good it is to see you, sweet Seraphine," I watched as he adjusted his suit.
"Don't call me that, Cousin. That's not me anymore. What the hell are you even doing here." My fists clenched and felt the anger bubble in my throat. He smirked and began to walk away from me and into the alley – I followed. "Answer me," I demanded.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You are in no position to make demands, sweetheart!" he yelled the latter. He walked around me – like a shark circling their prey. "I feel like we are both here for the same reason," I scoffed. He stopped in front of me. "You think I am wrong?"
"I know you are," I stared down at him.
"We are both here for freedom," I grimaced at his answer.
"I'm running towards my freedom, Cousin, you're causing fires and creating chaos!" I spat in to his face.
"And I have the freedom to do that!" he bared he teeth at me.
"You are delusional, Cousin. I should have never followed you here," I sneered, and he backed up into the darkness of the alley.
"It seems that our time is up. I do hope we see more of each other." I watched and he completely disappeared.
"I don't." I turned towards the alley's opening to see how far his destruction had traveled. However, that's only as far as I got when I felt my face being pressed up against the building wall. My wrists were pinned to my back and the brick began to engrave itself into my flesh. I was then cuffed as I faced a tousled officer. I didn't fight it, I knew it was useless to do so.
"Officer, we'll take her from you" I couldn't place the voice; the face was too far away. I was placed into the patrol car and waited for transport. Leaning my head against the window, I listened to muffled voices.
"Are you sure you want to take her? The police can handle her." The officer questioned.
"Positive, the League will handle this one. Just bring her to the location"
"Will do."
I had no idea where I was being taken to. Fiddling my shirt with cuffed hands, I watched as street lights started to pass by. They started to dwindle in numbers.
"Where are we going?" I asked politely. No answer. "Sir?"
"I already gave you your rights, now shut it!" My temper started to rise. First, you shove me into the back of a car when there is no hard evidence of me committing a crime, and second, you're being a dick to me. Sighing, I shifted in my seat. Something was poking me through my pocket. Trying to be sneaky, I fought my pocket for whatever was in it. I slid my cuffed hands under my rear and placed my hands in-front of me and yanked the object out, I started wide-eyed. It was Beast Boy's note. I opened it with delicate hands. I stared at the hand-written letter with much remorse.
Sorry I haven't dropped in recently. See you soon!
-Nightwing
I chucked to myself and released a long-held breath.
I was jolted awake from my subconscious when the car came to a stop. Through blurry eyes, I took my surroundings in – it seems that we were on the outskirts of the city. The buildings were decrepit: boarded windows, and doors that hung on only one hinge.
The officer opened the door and hastily grabbed my forearm and yanked me out of the vehicle. He dragged me to one of the run-down buildings and knocked three times.
"I have her." I looked up at the cop's stolid features – emotion drained from his face. The door swung open to reveal a darkened hall, only dimmed by small red lights. I was caught off guard when the officer pushed inside, shutting the door behind me. I stumbled to catch myself. Looking around, I caught the gaze a hooded man who placed his hand on my shoulder and guided me down the hall.
We stopped at a thick, steel door; it looked as if Superman couldn't even break it down. Guiding me in, the hooded man led me to the center of the room. Within the white walls of confinement, there was a table and two chairs – one already occupied by a big and muscular man, a little older than I. He had at least a good foot and a half above me. This man could put a bear to shame. I sat across from him as the hooded man left and locked the door behind him. We sat in silence, waiting for one of us to make the first move. I heard him sigh.
"My name's Malcolm" he rested his hands on the table, folding them in the process.
"Sara," I replied.
"So, I guess you know why you're here. I mean you didn't put up a fight at all."
"No, actually, I don't" I copied his previous movements. I leaned in further, closer towards Malcolm. "All I know is that I was pushed up against a wall, handcuffed, and tossed in to a car like a fucking potato sack. That is all I know" I rested back into the chair. He sighed.
"Fair enough. You are suspected of arson and theft against the bank," he leaned back into his chair. "That is what we know".
"Correction, you assume those things. If you had truly known anything, you would know that I didn't steal from the bank nor did I burn it to the ground," my voice rising as I continued to talk. I felt my eyes burn.
"What wa-" Shit, he saw. "Who are you?"
"I'm just Sara, Sara Raymond." I smiled a sad smile.
