"But I hit a wall, I hit 'em all, watch the fall."
Morana
She wanted the soldier dead.
The mere sight of the human made her blood boil with rage. The warrior witch stares at the soldier, snarling and glaring at him. He still had his weapon pointed at her beloved sister.
He will suffer in her hands.
Her sister places a hand on her shoulder. "Morana, you can't kill him."
"He's a threat to you!"
"That may be true but he can't hurt me. I still have June."
At that moment, she vanishes from her vision, leaving the soldier and herself alone in the hotel room. The fear she sensed from him was practically radiating off his body. Morana sniffs in the air in his direction. He grips his weapon tighter.
"Don't you move,"
"I can taste your fear. You're not fooling me, disgusting human." Morana sneers. "Contact Waller and they'll die." She threatens.
The soldier tenses up a bit. She smirks. He cared too much about their vessels to let anything bad happen to them. Closing her eyes, Morana begins to search for her sister. They had a connection. It was weak without their heart but it was still there.
Her body begins to feel weightless as she loses her physical form.
"Sister?" Morana speaks in a low voice.
It was strange. She was still far away from her sister. Morana looks around her surroundings. She somehow ended up in some type of flat solid rocky room. It was uncomfortably small, reminding Morana of being trapped in the idol with her Sister.
Her ears caught a faint groan.
Morana snaps her head to the right. A human man in orange clothing was lying on some type of bedding, asleep. A smile crept upon her face. It starts to make sense now. The girl had somehow managed to trick Morana into going to where her lover is.
"I see you still have a bit of control." Morana says to herself. "I should have known you would still go to him."
The demonic witch approaches the sleeping man, ignoring the feeble protest of the girl inside her own mind. She leans down, her face inches from his.
"Why do you still love this…man?" Morana questions, the word 'man' came off her lips like rotting flesh.
The human began to stir. Morana tilts her head, Lena's head, in surprise. She watches him intensely, studying him in a way. Morana smiles wickedly.
"Let's play a game..."
Deadshot
"Floyd."
He had to be dreaming. That voice had to be a dream. He hasn't her voice in so long…
"Wake up, shooter."
He begins to open his eyes, a dark feminine figure standing over him. His vision was still a bit blurry but he can tell her was looking at a woman.
"Floyd..."
"Lena?" He asks. Was he dreaming?
Rubbing his eyes, his vision starts to come into focus. He sees the woman clearly now. His breath caught in his throat, unable to get the words out. Lena was standing right in front of him.
Or someone who looks like her.
This didn't feel right. It felt wrong.
This person, whoever the hell she is supposed to be, wasn't Lena. They had the same face but that's where the similarities end. She was a bit taller and a bit more muscular and tone. Her skin covered in strange markings and dirt. She was wearing silky robes that was a bit loose on her body.
Her face, menacing and animalistic, gave him a smile. A smile from the devil himself. A black aura was pulsating from her body.
"Something wrong Floyd?" The creature speaks.
Jesus fucking Christ. It sounds like her…
"Who are you?" He demanded. How he wishes he had his guns on him right now. The creature advances towards him and it laughs like her.
"What are you talking about? Floyd it's Lena."
He shook his head. He wasn't gonna let the devil trick him like this. His eyes narrow at the creature. "You're not Lena. Last chance-"
"You're not in any position to make threats!"
He couldn't tell where the new voice originated. His eyes remain focus on the she-devil creature. It smiles at him.
"How much do you really care for Lena, Floyd Lawton?" It asks. "Or do you prefer going by Deadshot?"
Cracks on the wall starts to appear. Bright greenish light shines pass the cracks as chucks of concrete falling off the walls. The ground breath Floyd shakes violently until it crumbles into black smoke.
He feels like he should be falling into his death but some strange force was keeping him a float, dangling in the air like a worm on a hook. He dares not to struggle, fearing that he will be spiraling down into an endless void if he does.
The creature that look like Lena starts to change. Its body starts to age until it's nearly skin and bone. Its face was now a mixture of human and monster. Red/yellow cat-like eyes stare back at him, growling lowly.
A body suddenly appears in-between them. A young unconscious woman.
"Lena?"
At the sound of him calling her name, Lena opens her eyes. Confusion and panic wash over her face. She struggles against the dark smoky tendrils that had her entrapped.
Floyd instinctive reaches out to grab her, but something was holding him back. Something dark and cold. He pulls against the force the was holding him back.
The creature looks at Lena, bony fingers reach out and caress her face. She turns away from its touch. It looks back at Floyd, knowing it was pissing him off.
"Touch her again and I'll kill you."
Its laugh sends shivers down his spine. It ignores his threat and looks down at Lena.
"Lena. My sweet Lena Roth. You look so go enough to eat." It speaks, resting its hand at the center of her chest. She fell unconscious again
"Get the fuck away from her!" Floyd yells.
"Stay out of this!" The creature yells, now holding onto Lena's body possessively. "Lena Roth MINES!" His vision starts to fade into blackness. "She and I are destined to be together, you stupid stupid weak mortal!
No. Floyd thinks.
He breaks free from whatever was holding him back and reaches out for Lena. As soon as his fingertips lightly brushes against her hand, he was in complete blackness.
Floyd awoke with a jolt. A thin sheet of sweat covering his entire body. His heart pounding against his chest. He sits up, despite how shaky and sore his arms are.
It felt so real. She felt so real. But it was just a dream.
Wasn't it?
Morana
She was able to locate her siblings instantly. She had to let the girl know who was the dominant soul in this body. Who was the one pulling the strings.
Morana appears before them.
"Morana," Her brother speaks affectionately towards her.
"Brother. Sister." She addresses the two of them. Sister has done very well of finding a subtle host for their beloved brother.
"Where have you been?" Sister asks her.
"The girl distracted me." Morana answers, kneeling down to their level. "Without our heart, sweetest Sister…I don't have as much control over her as I thought."
"We must go now, Morana." Sister tells her. "The soldier might disobey me and call Waller…"
Morana growls. "Once we are free from our chains, I will remove that woman's heart from her chest and make her watch me eat it."
"Dear Morana…you will get your chance but we still need her."
Morana stubbornly agrees. She's right. She was always right.
"Feed on them. Build your strength." Sister tells their brother. He looks so lost and confused. Morana hated to leave him alone to fend for himself. "We will rejoice you once we slip from our bonds."
"Enchantress."
"Morana."