Randall watched puzzled as the child began to weakly walk around the room in a wide and purposeful circle, as if he were in some kind of trance. His body should have been too weak to support his weight, yet there he was, walking around and around his small prison.
"What are you doing, Gypsy spawn? Some type of trickery technique?" She wondered aloud.
She then sneered and turned to Brent "I don't like defiance. We start phase six right now. Playtime, Brent. Crush his spirit."
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Around and around he went. He had to keep sending the signal. Jay was out there looking for him. He had to send the signal just like he did many times before. Jay would find him. Jay would take him from this aweful place!
He was suddenly thrown into the wall.
"Playtime begins again dreg! You are MINE!"
Go away! I'm busy! He wanted to shout, but his mouth still wasn't working. Instead he weakly punched the attacker in the face, then continued to walk, continued to signal.
"So you still have some fight left in you. That will change," The older boy grabbed him and twisted his arm, then beat him savagely with his fists. "You are nothing but Gypsy trash! Your Daddy can't even come to find you. Why would he want to anyway?" He threw the boy facedown onto the ground then kneed him into the wall hard, until blood squirted out of his mouth.
Unable to fight back due to his body being too stuck and heavy to move offensively, Jimmy pushed him weakly and tried to continue his circle. The bully was not about to relent so easily, and slammed the boy in the ribs with his metal bar, cracking two and sending the boy flying backfirst into the bars that made up the door.
This is it. Jimmy cried I can't move anymore. I can't signal. No one is coming for me. He began to cry hard as his body was beaten and tossed around by Brent, the older boy spouting insults and laughing insanely as metal met bone.
I am gonna die here...alone...
He waited for the final blow to come. He waited...he waited...
There was a thud, and suddenly there were no more blows.
"What the...You dreg!"
Blue, Black, white...he struggled to make his tired, heavy eyes focus. A familiar roar was heard, then he got a glimpse again of the figure who was at the moment beating the crap out of Brent.
Blue, Black, White...
The wing of a bird emblazoned in white on a blue background...
His crushed spirit began putting itself back together as he realized with joy that his scouting had reached its target.
Jay!
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Randall snarled and screeched at her helper
"What the hell is going on?! What and who is that despicable child in a hooligan outfit!? Brent! Answer me! Answer me right now!"
Suddenly all her computers went blank as a wingding sliced through their cords.
"He won't be able to answer you, witch." A voice sneered, as the vigilante known as Nightwing stepped into the light, snarling ferally. "In fact when Bluejay is done with him, I doubt he'll be able to walk much less talk to anyone for a long, long time."