Sorry I've been gone a while, just need some time to think and get away. Anyways, here's the newest chapter, and focusing on the one character Suicide Squad didn't do justice to the most- Enchantress!


Twin eyes the color of emerald gazed longingly at the orphanage right in front of them. It was at least several stories tall and had a gothic feel, though much of what might've seemed dark looked to be toned down. Children could be seen passing through the windows and entering rooms, others looking annoyed at the bird droppings on the windows. Smack dab on the front of it all was a rectangular sign, letters printed in the middle of it. They read "FAWCETT CITY CHILDREN'S ORPHANAGE. OPEN ARMS AND HAPPY HEARTS."

What a petulant lie. No wonder this establishment is filled with orphans.

Shut up.

Deny it as much as you want, you know I happen to be right.

Shaking her head, the woman threw caution to the wind as she walked towards the orphanage. Her appearance consisted of a brown jacket and white shirt underneath. A short pile of brown hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, but her face was a different story altogether. It hinted at someone trying to keep a darkness locked away – and failing. Pushing into the door, she walked into the lobby and happened upon the desk clerk. She looked up at the new woman with realization. "Hello. How may I help you today?" she asked.

The visitor unconformably brushed her hair with a hand before answering. "Hi. Uh…my name's June Moone. I'm a graphic designer…from Fawcett National…I had an appointment set up with Freddy Freeman some time from now."

The clerk looked monotone, checking her papers to see if it was true. "Huh. Sorry, I don't see anything here."

Sweat drops appeared on June's forehead. "There-there has to be a mistake. I-

"-Will make this work."The clerk looked incredibly distressed at the sudden turn June's face had taken. Before, it was natural and focused. Now, it was a carnal smile and a pair of purging green eyes. Even her voice sounded like it had been possessed. If only she knew she was right.

"Ma'am…are you alright?"

Instead of directly answering, she swished her right hand in a quick display of green energy. Immediately the desk clerk breathed in and collapsed onto her desk. Confident that the woman was unconscious, June glossed over the direction book she had and fumbled through for Freddy's location. A couple of pages later, she put the book down and walked to the elevator. She knew where he was finally.

"Now I'm alright."


Freddy Freeman wasn't your regular orphan. Despite being the same build as most of the other children his age, he was held back in many areas by one simple fact; he was a cripple. An accident when he was younger forced him to wear crutches so as to support his left leg. While others might've teased or belittled him or it, Freddy had gotten used to the situation at this point, and was more than willing to not raise his expectations of what he could and couldn't do.

His room was a small but substantial space. Comprising only him, it had a bed, a table, a bookshelf, and a window to the large park located in the center of the orphanage. The only other thing inside the space was the door, leading to the hallway and the public bathroom. Since he was not feeling that up to socializing with the other children today, Freddy resigned to reading some old classics.

Whilst in the midst of reading partway through Moby Dick, he heard a slight knock on the door. Lifting his head up from the page, he answered, "Come in." To his surprise, it wasn't another child, but instead a woman in a tan jacket and short brown hair.

"Hello…" Freddy said cautiously. "Who are you?"

"I'm June Moone," the woman revealed before holding out a hand, to which Freddy accepted. "I'm a graphic designer hired by the orphanage to do a new ad for their outreach ministry, and I thought it might be nice to have an occupant here working with me."

Freddy scratched the back of his neck nervously. "Okay…but why me?"

June sat down on the other side of the bed and breathed. "Well, from what I was told, you're one of the smartest kids here. You're polite, resourceful, brave. And in addition to all that-" she got closer in a sudden move that made him slightly uncomfortable.

"-you happen to bolster quite the marvelous set of abilities."

If a lightbulb could go off inside Freddy's head, it most certainly would have.

Wracked with shock at her implication, he began to edge back towards the window. "What…what are you talking about?"

"Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Freddy," said June in a now more sinister voice. As if on cue, the door shut loudly and the distance between the two of them magically shrunk. "Or…should I say, Captain Shazam?"

"I don't - omygod!" Freddy could only watch as June's body seemed to be absorbed by some sinister black face and breathed out into a darker version of herself. Sitting where she once had been was a figure draped in black and dark green. The face underneath her dark hood stared at him with glowing green eyes, and crackling emerald energy flowed from her fingers up into the room. She smiled evilly at him.

"Did you really think you could hide out here, all alone and undetectable, Freddy?" She taunted menacingly. "No person can hide forever from the likes of me."

"What do you want from me?" asked Freddy.

"Ah. Getting down to business. I like that." Enchantress said, some evil sarcasm added to the mix. "Because you asked so nicely, I'll tell you. I want access to the Rock of Eternity. The very place you store your power and get it from."

"Then I can't help you," he said defiantly. "I haven't transformed in years, not since…what happened to Billy. And besides, I don't want to anymore, so why can't you just take it from me? Go ahead!"

"While I would love to," she replied, "I need you to access it for me. And again, I don't want your power. I want the Rock. Because if I can get my hands on it, then my abilities will be more powerful than ever!"

"I'm not doing it."

"Then why don't I make myself clear?" Enchantress inched closer and gripped Freddy by the collar before lifting him up some. "I won't hurt just you to make myself all the more powerful. If I have to, I will butcher every orphan and innocent in this building – and beyond – to get that Rock. Granted, it'd make my day even more fun, but it's your choice. So make it." The last words out of her mouth seemed to almost singe his hair in evil.

After a moment or two of consideration, Freddy's eyes bolted over the room and found nothing to help his situation. Closing them, he started a familiar call both of them knew too well.

"Shaza-"

The moment before he would've finished, the Enchantress snuck her hand over his mouth and muffled the cry. Suddenly, sparks of lightning began to seep from his tongue and through her fingers. The room lit up like a candle and only got brighter. The only audible sound that could be heard was Freddy's muffled scream. A good thirty seconds later, the light died out and the room went back to being partly-shady…but forever changed.

Enchantress smirked wickedly over the bed and a burned skeleton of what had once been Freddy Freeman. His bones were withered, his face was gaunt, and he couldn't breathe at all. A slight whimper breathed from his body, unto which she simply cackled.

"Sweet dreams," she teased evilly. "You didn't make it, but I know where the rock is now. Have a good time at the morgue – and trust me, I hear people are dying to get in there!" Her hands puffed with black smoke before she disappeared, a sinister laugh erupting from her maniacal face.


Only two chapters left! Thanks to everyone for reading this, and know that many more stories including and beyond this one are on the way! Til next time!