4. Kaldur
He hated working for this man, this cold, ruthless man bedecked in Halloween colors. He hated being forced to steal in the dead of night, going against everything he had ever stood for. He hated standing in the man's presence. But most of all, he hated the hold Slade held over him.
He was not in this situation by choice. Two months ago, the man had captured him and took him into a room. It had been empty except for two large pods filled with salt water and his two best friends.
Tula and Garth were floating motionless in the water, their eyes closed and their breathing even. Kaldur prided himself on being calm and level-headed, but he had flown into a rage, attacking Slade and bargaining with him to release his lost love and his first friend.
…This was the result.
You know...I don't even remember what I was thinking when I wrote this one. I know that I rewrote it about three times. The first time I had Kaldur be evil...then I decided I didn't really like that.