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Chpt.11
Clara woke up with her head pounding.
"Ugh. What happened?" she questioned, rubbing her head and sitting up. There stood some guy who wore a purple suit. Clara remembered her sister telling her about those people. They helped the Justice League even though they had no abilities. He didn't look like a doctor or nurse though, so Clara was perplexed why there was a random helper in the medical room.
"Hello there Clara." he smiled.
"ugh… hi." she stated wearily. Why does this guy know my name? she thought to herself. "Can I help you with anything?" Clara inquired, still aching from her headache.
"Actually your sister wanted to talk to you. She had her hands full at the moment, so I told her that I'd get you." the man explained. Clara furrowed her eye brows, and her blue eyes squinted in a scowl. Immediately her hands balled up into fists.
"I know you're lying. Who are you, and what do you want?" she inquired with gritted teeth.
"What are you talking about? My name is Adam. Adam Smith, and I told you why I'm here." he explained.
"You are lying. My sister would never send someone to get me if she wanted to tell me something. She trusts no one to explain anything with me besides herself. She would of came here to get me herself. And you're lying about your name too." Clara growled.
"No I am not." the man calling himself Adam Smith stated, starting to look irritated.
"Then why does your name tag say Adam Scott?" Clara countered. The man quickly pulled a gun out of his sleeve and pointed it at Clara.
"I suggest you don't move." he hissed. However Clara did just the opposite. She stood up and screamed,
"Where is my sister, and who are you!" The man quickly covered Clara's mouth and put the gun to her head.
"Name's Deadshot. I'm good at my job which is most of the time killing. Fortunate for you I'm only here to take you back to my employer, who's with your sister right now. All I have to do is beam you down to him, and I'll be paid one million dollars. I could do a lot with that money. I don't even understand why my employer wants two girls, but, hey, as long as I'm getting paid it's fine by me." he laughed.
"mphmm mphmff." Clara's statement was muffled by Deadshot's hand. He laughed, and smiled,
"You're a chatty one aren't you. What did you say?" he teased. Out of nowhere an electrical field seemed to erupt out of Clara and she electrocuted Deadshot. He fell to the ground and groaned in pain.
"I said that you talk to much." she stated. Superman came flying into the room.
"I heard a commotion, what's going on he…" he trailed off as he saw Deadshot on the floor.
"Friend of yours?" she inquired.
"No." he answered.
"Good. Because somehow I electrocuted him. You really need better security." Clara stated.
"I'll make sure that we'll do that." Superman stated dryly. "I wonder why he's here in the first place though." Superman thought out loud.
"I already know why. He's a chatter box and was way over confident. He said that he was going to take me to his employer, and that he already transferred Clio there." she explained.
"His employer?" Superman questioned.
"Yah. I figure that it's Lex Lexxing. Or Lex Lucas, or Lex… whatever! His last name starts with a L and his first name is Lex. I figure it's him." Clara stated. Suddenly Deadshot moved his arm over to press a button and in a blink of an eye, he was gone. "You can find my sister without him. Right?" she inquired.
"It's going to be difficult, but we'll try." Superman stated. Clara let out a sigh.
"That's what mom said about trying to send dad's birthday presents over to him while he was in Iraq. He never got them."
"Clara. We will find your sister." Superman stated. Suddenly Flash ran into the room.
"Hey, we finally got the portal working again." he smiled.
"and I think I know someone who can help with finding her." Superman grinned, an idea forming in his head.
So who'd ya think Superman is gonna get? i know that majority of you are gonna get it right, but i thought that i'd ask anyway. hope you enjoyed the chapter, and please review! :D
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~Laces :D