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Okay, this chapter is a little dark. Things will get better, don't worry!

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P.S: Just finished watching Humanity, at first the Zantanna flirting with Robin thing annoyed me. Then I thought 'Wait, a Commando and Zantanna fighting each other over Robin sounds EPIC! I want to know what you guys think, sound cool?

I am so frickin' screwed, Lex was already ticked; now he's probably homicidal.

I winced as soon as the words came out of my mouth. Of all the things I could have said, I chose that. Why didn't I say something like 'I don't know where it is' or 'I don't know what your talking about' or….just about anything else would have been better!

But no, I just had to open my big mouth and tell him that I broke it.

At first, Lex wasn't even mad. He just stared at me like I had sprouted a second head.

"You…broke it?" He asked quietly.

I nodded, slowly inching away from him. I didn't know when Luthor was going to explode, but I sure didn't want to be caught in the blast zone.

As it turns out, I didn't have to wait very long for an answer.

"YOU BROKE IT!" He screeched, his voice rising to a girly pitch. I almost laughed at him, but I didn't because, well, Lex can be one scary dude when he's mad.

Lex Luthor wasn't the calm, collected, guy that appeared on the news almost every night anymore. He was someone else now, someone unstable.

And he had the full force of his anger directed at me.

Perfect.

"Why are you mad at me? I'm not the one who left a very important microchip in a warehouse where any group of gun-carrying teenagers can grab it, stupid!" I snapped.

Wrong thing to say.

Lex reached out, blinded by fury, and grabbed a hold of my shirt collar. He hefted my body in the air and slammed me against the wall. His fist pressed into my throat, constricting my breathing enough that I started choking. I tried to kick him, but he held me at arm's length and my stupid legs weren't long enough.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE?"

I knew I should've been scared, but all I could think was. Wow. Luthor's pretty strong for a spoiled little rich boy.

Yeah, my brain does weird things when it's under stress.

"YOU BROKE IT?" He asked again, even though I'd already answered him twice. Luthor was beyond logic now. It took me a few moments, but I realized that he actually was expecting an answer.

"I…" I began, and felt Luthor press harder against my windpipe.

"WHAT?" Lex's eyes flashed murderously.

Quick! Say something clever, something that'll calm him down!

I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

Okay, it doesn't have to be clever! Just say words, Commando, say some words!

"I...didn't know what it was. So, I-I smashed it. With a hammer—was actually kind of fun."
Lex's face quickly turned from red to purple. Yeah, should've just kept my mouth closed.

"A HAMMER?" Lex had heard enough.

He threw me to the ground and stomped over to his desk. He drank the rest of his abandoned martini in one gulp, and then reached for his liquor cabinet with a shaking hand.

From my spot on the floor, I rolled my eyes.

Typical billionaire playboy—doesn't know how to deal with stress, so he drinks. Pathetic

Luthor produced a bottle from the cabinet and set it down gently on the desk—like it was extremely fragile. Just out of curiosity, I squinted at the label. It was a 1992 Screaming Eagle. Good stuff, it's a must-have for a lot of wine collectors. But it's insanely expensive—prices for it have soared to over $7,000. And that's per bottle, not per case. (Please don't ask how I know that…)

"Shouldn't that be in a wine cellar?" I helpfully pointed out.

Luthor glared at me like he didn't give a damn where he should keep his wine.

He poured himself a glass and quickly drank it. The next he savored for a bit longer. When he reached his third he was calmer, but he didn't look so—alert—anymore.

"Get her…outta my s-sight." His words slurred together.

We were all happy to oblige, but right before we were about to set out again Luthor stopped us.

"Munroe!" He growled.

"You can…for…forget about the promo…the promo…the raise." Luthor was sipping on his fourth glass, or was it his fifth? I had lost count.

Even though it was merely the coo-coo ramblings of a drunken idiot, and there was a very good chance that Luthor wouldn't even remember this conversation, Munroe looked horrified.

"But why?" He whined.

I rolled my eyes again, Munroe sounded like he was a giant six-year-old. I half-expected the moron to throw himself on the floor and start kicking.

"Because…of... her." He pointed at me.

Thanks for that, Lex, I so needed you to give that trigger-happy psycho a reason. I eyed up the man's gun warily.

"Until I get my c-chip…you…can stay where…you are." Lex stood, but he seemed a bit unsteady.

Munroe pouted before grabbing me by the arm and roughly shoving me through the door.

We got back into the little formation that we'd been in on the way over, but this time I held back a little more. I hovered between the two groups like a magnet, I didn't want the goons giving me any more bruises on the back of my legs, but I didn't like the dark looks that Munroe kept shooting me. I figured that he was prepared to give me a whole lot more than a bruise.

Stupid drunk, all of my problems in life are started by alcohol!

"That was rather melodramatic, don't you think?" Stucco slowed her pace so she was walking next to me.

It took me a moment to realize she was talking to me.

"Lex always did have a flare for the theatrics." I told her.

"My cell, for example. Freshly-made walls, rusty utilities. Trying to mimic a prison cell, but there's a stall covering the bathroom—so that must mean there's a surveillance camera in there somewhere. Lex is a lot of things, but he's not a pedophile."

She smirked.

"Very observant, I can see why you're the leader of your little gang."
I shrugged, why did she seem so interested anyway? For a second, I glanced back and saw the goons walking a good five steps behind us. They were clearly scared of Stucco, so I had no delusions that this woman wanted to help me.

"You're right, you know. Lex isn't a cradle snatcher. But Monroe over there is a different story…" She lowered her voice so only I could hear. I shivered at what she was suggesting, but then I realized why she was talking to me. She was trying to freak me out, a simple mind-game. One she wouldn't win.

"I'm not scared of him." I whispered fiercely.

"No? Well, you should be…" she said ominously.

"Why should I trust you?" I snapped.

"Because I'm the one who has less of a reason to want you dead."

"Well gee, that sure is comforting, thanks." I glared at her.

"All I'm saying is Lex wants you to give him the codes—or he'll kill you. But then he'll never get them and he'll blame the person who's in charge of this whole kidnapping operation—Munroe."

"But you're the one who…." I began.

"Actually pulled off the kidnapping? Yeah, I know. But Munroe likes to throw his weight around and ordered me to do it. Anyway, Munroe wants the promotion to head lackey—or he'll kill you to make himself feel better. But, if he does, then Luthor can't get his codes, and blame Munroe."
"So Luthor gets mad at the jerk, so what?" I shook my head.

She grinned maliciously at me. "That's the great part about it; Munroe won't take it lying down. And the man seriously hates Luthor-he just works for him because the man pays well. All he needs is a reason."

All the little pieced fit together in my head.
"And since Lex has armies of people backing him up…" I paused and looked into her cold, soulless, eyes. "Munroe will die."
"No doubt about it."
"And you'll take his place."
"Bingo, we have a winner!" She laughed gleefully. "So you see, it doesn't matter which one kills you. I still win."

I thought for a moment. "But what if I give him the codes?"
Stucco smiled at me like I just said something so incredibly stupid she could've even make fun of me for it.
"Kid, we both know you don't remember them. And even if you did, Luthor would just kill you and your little friend afterwards. Sure, it'll put a damper on my plans. But I'll just think of something else, all I need is an opportunity. Those men are mad dogs, and sooner or later, mad dogs take each other out."

I hated to admit it, but it was a good plan. And no one could even blame her for it, because it would be Lex and Munroe's own stupidity that caused it. But for either plan to work, I would have to die.

"What if I escape?" I asked her. "Escape? There is no escape. If you try you'll end up with a bullet lodged in your brain, have fun…!" She turned away from me and hurried to walk next to her partner.

I have to escape. The thought etched itself into my brain.

I have to escape.

I…have…to…

I nearly ran right into Munroe when he suddenly stopped in the middle of the hall.

We had reached my cell, oh joy.

Munroe reached into his pocket and pulled out a keychain. He fingered it hesitantly and started trying to push keys through the lock.

He doesn't know them apart… The gears in my head started to turn.

"What's taking so long?" Stucco growled.

"Not my fault all the damn keys look alike! Where's the master key?"
Master key? Like one that will open all the doors in the whole building? My heart hammered itself against my ribs.

Stucco grumbled to herself and pulled a key from her pocket. It was small, and black as ebony. I stared at it intently, I needed that key. Nothing else mattered.

Stucco reluctantly handed over the key and waited as Munroe stuck the key in the padlock. The lock came off in his hands and he threw open the door dramatically.

"Here ya go, princess, your suite awaits!"
I scowled at him and didn't budge until one of the goons shoved me.

I stumbled into the room, but somehow managed to keep myself from falling. Stucco dismissed the guards and held out her hand for the key. Munroe smiled and patted his back pocket.

"Nay, I think I'll keep it. Along with the fancy keycard Lex gave me."
Stucco looked surprised.
"He gave you a keycard?"

"Yes, ma'am, that means the promotion is as good as mine!"

"Didn't Lex say you can just forget about the promotion?" I pointed out.

Both adults glared at me, I swallowed nervously.

Me and my big mouth.

"Mr. Luthor said that I'll get the promotion when he gets his codes, girl." Munroe hissed. "For your sake, I suggest you don't keep him waiting."

I felt like screaming, I couldn't remember the stupid codes! It was six months ago—and even then I didn't really even look at them! Stucco turned away and stalked down the hallway, furious at not getting her way.
I expected Munroe to leave too, but he didn't budge except for when he gently closed the door with his foot.

For one brief, horrible, second I thought that Stucco had been serious about Munroe and I had a mini-heart attack. But, as he advanced towards me, he didn't seem like he wanted to do…that…he just seemed angry. Really angry.

"You're gonna pay for what you did, runt…" He spat.

"What? What'd I do?" I frowned, I honestly had no idea.

"You cost me my promotion!" He growled. I nearly laughed; the jerk was still laid up on that. I couldn't believe it.

But when Munroe pulled a handheld taser out of his pocket, it wasn't funny anymore. He clicked in on and the end buzzed and crackled with bluish-yellow electricity.

My heard skipped a beat, for a second my whole body froze. He took another step and my brain started to work again.

"Come on, Munroe, let's not do this…" I smiled, trying to pacify the man. His chest was heaving with anger, his whole body shook.

Shit. I cursed in my head. Shit, Shit, Shit...

Monroe wasn't like Flash, he couldn't be tricked with a false injury, and he definitely wasn't going to go easy on me just because I was a kid.

Okay, options. What are the options?

I had no options. My hands were cuffed, no one here gave a crap what happened to me, and I had a kook with a stun gun standing within spitting range.

Munroe blamed me, just like Stucco said he would. But just how far would he take it?
"You can't kill me!" I forced a laugh, it sounded scared and uncertain. "Luthor needs me, kill me and you'll get fired!"

Munroe gave me a smile that never reached his eyes. "I won't kill you, I want you to suffer. I want you to suffer for what you did to me!"

Munroe's fist came down hard on my shoulder, My body collapsed and I slid to the ground. As soon as my body hit the ground, I felt the taser's tip came down on my stomach and the electricity coursed through my body.

I gritted my teeth and thrashed around, trying to get away from Munroe and his taser. He laughed and clamped his hand on my shoulder, keeping me in place.

The pain was excruciating, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Munroe's hand left my shoulder for a moment and turned up the gun's voltage to fix that particular issue.

I couldn't hold it in anymore; I threw back my head and screamed in agony. My voice sounded otherworldly, almost animal.

Munroe howled with laughter as my shrieks grew louder.

"Had enough, brat?" He said between giggles. "Go to hell!" I roared, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to shut him out. I felt the taser leave my torso. Curious, I opened my eyes to see Munroe slowly stuffing it into his jacket pocket, almost like he was dissapointed.

The gun's out of juice. I smiled triumphantly. "What are you laughing at?" He barked.

Munroe was standing over me; I was in no position to push my luck, but…

"You're so pathetic." I shook my head. "You're mad at Luthor, so you're taking it out on me. What are you, nine?" I chuckled.

Munroe rewarded my comment with a kick to the gut, I doubled over in pain and laughed again."Thanks for proving my point…"
Another kick, this time harder.

My face twisted up in pain, but I didn't stop. "There, Munroe, you hurt me. Do you feel better now? Does smacking around a thirteen-year-old make you feel like a big man?"

Munroe ripped me off of the ground with one hand and set me upright on my feet. He didn't let me go—but he didn't throw me back on the floor, either. "Just shut up, brat, it'll save your life!"
"I don't think I can!" I giggled like a maniac.

"Shut. Up." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"I. Don't. Think. I. Can." I repeated, doing a near-perfect imitation of Munroe.

I may have pushed him just a bit too far.

Blows rained down of my head and shoulders, I felt my knees give out under me but Munroe had such a death-grip on my shirt that I stayed on my feet. My hands were tied: I couldn't fight back, I couldn't protect myself, I couldn't do anything. I hunched over as best I could to try and shield my face and my collarbone. I didn't let myself scream again, I wasn't about to let the sicko have the satisfaction. One of his punches caught my cheek and made my head snap back. With my face exposed, Munroe gave me a quick rabbit-punch and sent bright pops of blue and red sparkling in the corners of my eyes.

Another one of those and I'll get knocked out… "Munroe." Stucco's voice snapped the man out of his blind rage. Stucco was standing nonchalantly in the doorway, a new set of keys in her hands—I still have no clue where she got them.

Munroe glanced at my bruised and bloodied face and gasped, a look of horror spread across his face as he realized he had come this close to killing his boss's prized captive.

"W-What?" He stuttered out a reply.

"Lex wants you." She stated bluntly.

"For…?"
"The man's drunk out of his mind, I didn't ask." She shrugged. Munroe released my shirt and I slumped to the ground like a broken puppet,

I was too tired and too injured to care where I landed. Munroe scurried out and I breathed a sigh of relief. Anyone was better than Monroe, even Stucco. Stucco walked over to my prone body, I could hear her shoes click-clacking across the concrete floor.

"Get up, on the bed..." She gently nudged me with her toe. "Go away…" I mumbled.

"Do you want me to tend to your wounds or not?"

My head perked up. "What?" I thought I'd heard her wrong.
"I'm gonna clean you up, but you need to get your face off the damn floor." She spat. Reluctantly, I rose to my feet and cringed against the pain. I hobbled over to my cot and sat down. Stucco pulled out the first-aid kit she had tucked under her arm and approached me.

I eyed the door eagerly; she had let it open…

Stucco saw what I was looking at and laughed. "Go ahead, kid, run. In your condition, you'll make it about five feet."

I knew she was right, so I let her dab my wounds with antiseptic. She pressed bandages onto the thicker cuts while she muttered angrily under her breath.

"Stupid shit, should've left the face alone. Now Luthor will expect something…" She pulled back and examined her work.
"Not bad—at least, no worse than usual."

I glared at her, pure hate radiating out of my eyes. "Why'd you even bother?" I questioned harshly.

Stucco smiled evilly. "Lex needed Munroe before he could finish the job. And the last thing I need is for you to die of infection."
She packed up her supplies and quickly left the room. The door slammed shut, throwing the room back into darkness, and I heard the padlock snap back into place.

I only relaxed when I heard Stucco's footsteps fade away into nothing. I flopped backwards on the mattress, sighing.

I've got to get out of here!

Scary chapter, but interesting to write. The next chapter will be Robin's POV, I think. Commando's trying to figure out a plan, and Young Justice will be working to save her. But will they get her out in time?

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