Diablo's POV

"We know where she is?"

"I'm looking at the picture that she sent me before the bomb went off."

"Look faster, Flag. I don't think we can keep Diablo pacing around any more of else he'll burn a hole in the meeting room."

I could hear them talkin' about me as I was pacing back and forth in the meeting room, the rest of the squad including that Katana chuck was there looking over a plan to get Rose back from whoever took her. I was trying to just remain calm or else I would blow the whole room up. God, why did it have to be her? She already went through enough as it was, she didn't need this. It was making me angry, beyond angry that someone would take her, for what? I looked over at the others as Flag took out his phone and looked at the picture there.

"It's a makeshift bomb, gave off a big explosion from what I remember," Flag explained as he looked that bomb there on the camera, "I see a serial number. We can run that through and see where it came from. Katana?"

Katana nodded, taking the phone from him and walking away now, out of the room at a brisk pace as the others looked back at Flag.

"It was a trap just for her, right?" Deadshot asked him, Flag nodding his head, "So why go through the whole trouble with you and the guys just to get to her."

"Whoever took her wanted her alone, away from you guys I'm guessin'." Flag answered him back, "And since she's not a prisoner here, she was the best bet to go do it alone."

"We would go in if itt was a bloody suicidal mission," Boomerang said in agreement.

"How do we get her?" Croc asked now from his spot near the wall now as he was leaning against it.

"We're gonna formulate a plan, without Waller knowing," Everyone looked over at him now as he said that, something that would never come out of his mouth. He worked for the lady, followed her orders like an obedient soldier, but now he was going to what….say no to her?

"She doesn't know Rose is gone?" I asked him them, stopping my pacing there and facing him now to hear him out as he watched me carefully.

"Not yet, but we get to Rose first, then I think we'll be more out of her Waller's than before. She's back at the pentagon, dealing with the Metahuman disappearances since the officals are breathing down her neck. I'll let Waller know about the mishap…when she gets back," Flag explained to me without hesitance. He was sure that this was going to work without our main commander, which made me look at him in a new light now as Katana jogged back into the room, holding out the phone in front of her now with a surprised look on her face.

"You found the serial number?" He asked her, but before she could answer her, another voice was heard on the speaker there in her hands, a voice we haven't heard in months at least.

"I found it! Hello, my pretties!"

"Harley?" Deadshot asked as I walked over and the rest of the group surrounded the phone now in earnest to hear our old teammate and friend's voice.

"It's me! I miss you all so much!" She said in glee now, a small smile on my lips from hearing her voice and hearing that she as okay.

"Where have I heard that before," Deadshot said in a chuckle now as Flag spoke up.

"What's going on Harley? Why are you callin' my phone?" he asked in shocked now.

"What, can't a lady call her handsome friend up and see how's life goin'?" Harley asked, obviously peeved.

"No," Flag said in a short answer.

"Aww, that hurts Flag. Anyway, word got around about that psycho scientist that you guys were findin', did my research and found out that the guy was hired by the one and only Lex Luthor," Harley explained as we all looked at each other in confusion.

"Lex Luthor? As in the billionaire?" Deadshot asked now.

"Ain't he bald?" Boomerang asked too.

"Yes and yes. He's the scumbag that's behind the metahumans being lifted off the streets….including our little Rosie," I felt a twinge of hate there for the guys already, sharing about him on the news and how he was both rich and a jerk to Superman. It kind of made sense.

"What does he want with her?" I asked her now, thinking that she had some kind of idea about it, she was smart after all.

"Hello, flame boy, fancy hearin' you! I don't know myself, sweetie, but I know for a fact that I'm game for gettin' your girl back," She said, all of us looking at each other. It felt like the first mission again, all of us working together. But this was had nothing to dow with Waller, so it felt rogue and a bit on the raw side.

"How are we gonna do it?" Boomerang asked now as we were all thinking to ourselves.

"Actually, I have someone who can help."

Rose's POV

"Another needle. Well, looks like we can't even inject you with the proper dosage, such a shame." The apparent Doctor there placed the bent needle back on the tray there next to me as I was struggle one again against the hard enough to even just get some kind of freed out of that chair. But it was no use now as the doctor then walked over to some more of his instruments there, thinking of what to use on me next.

Since apparently, he has not been successful.

My skin was saving me, in a way. For one, my diamond form underneath my human skin was not letting netting that they just to inject me go in. That was a savior kind of moment for me since they were trying anything and everything to me. So far, the luck was in my own favor now as they were trying everything to me at this point, and every once in awhile I would try to think of a way to just get out there in one piece. It got to the point where they strapped me down good and tight now, now way to get me out.

"I'm thinking that you're not doing your job, doctor," Lex Luthor said in an almost dramatic tone as he was standing a bit away near the door, watching with hawk eyes and seeing the failure that was going on there. I could see it on his face: He was not too pleased.

"If you would like to do the honors when she has impenetrable skin, be my guest sir," The doctor said in a huff now as Luthor walked over in my director looking at me in interest now as I was eyeing him more in disgust in the whole thing of being here under some kind of microscope for him to probe and pick at. He was crazier than I thought, and I knew that there was a very slim timeframe for me to be alive now as I found my voice to talk to him.

"What do you want to get out of this?" I asked him almost bitterly now, seeing him now look at directly in the eyes. I could see the wheel turning in his eyes, though it was more sinister than anything, and it worried me that I had no idea what he was capable of.

"Let's just say that I have a keen interest in those who are…special. Superman was one of my keen interests, but finding out there are more like you in the world….why not learn more….invest more…maybe even get something out of it," He replied as he crossed his arms in front of him and had a small smile on his, almost giving me a shiver, "I'm under the belief that if one person has a certain something given to them than it can be taken away."

"You're taking my ability from me?" I asked him slowly, thinking that it was pure madness and almost suicidal from the thought of it as he had a smug look on his face.

"Well when you put it that way, sure," he said in a calm manner as he thought to himself about it and breathed out deeply, "You see, science is such a funny thing. You can do plenty with it these days, and I thought that I could do the same too. get the right people working for me, find the right subjects, and see what I can cook up."

"You were the one behind the disappearances," I stated, seeing it all click in my head.

"Of course, but I wasn't going to taint my own name and drag it through the mud..not after the plenty of times Superman did it to me. No, I would let the news and the people thing for themselves and cook up their now theories, and I would sit back and watch the magic happened," He moved away from me then and be rubbed his temple with his forefingers and a heavy sigh, "Unfortunately, none of our subjects have had a successful outcome with the experiments that my doctors has tried."

"You killed them," I said with a gasp.

"No, I tried to evolve them. But they were more of a setback than a step forward," He countered back, "Until I saw you. I had some pope looking up and around for any metahumans and we came around to your name on the file. It read, and I quote, 'unique ability to transform body in the form of a diamond'." Luther said to me in a charismatic manner, "Now that was something that I really wanted to get into more, to get closer to." His hand was on my arm there, and I wished with all my might that I was able to squirm and get it out of the way and never have him touch me again.

"After seeing you handle one of my henchman outside your apartment some time ago, I knew that we were in need of you and your….spectacular ability," He said with a sigh of joy there as he watched me there like a predator about to devour his prey, "But apparently you're putting up more of a fight than I wanted and expected." He walked away for me now, his back to me and he was thinking to himself now, "What to do with you…what to do."

"Sir, we still have the machine. None of the others have been able to be qualified for it and we can test it on her," I looked at the doctor there at his tools, not understanding what he was talking about now as Luther looked at him now in intrigue and in wonder. What was he thinking about? I only got a small glimpse into his mind and in how he was thinking, I wasn't a fan. He then looked over at me now, a thought was there in his eyes that looked like a deep and meaningful thought.

"Let's put it on the higher level. Knock her out before you put her in."

The doctor walked up behind me, placing something over my mouth and then everything went black again.

When I woke up again, I was on the floor in some kind of room.

It was tinted blue in there, as small as my old cell back in the prison. There were square cubes like things there along the walls and a marble ground beneath me. I looked down and around, seeing there was no real sign of a visible door or windows. What that hell? Why was it so cold in here, and the lights were dark and yet neon at the same time. This was insane, downright insane, and I knew that this was how they were going to kill me here and there.

So how were they going to do it?

The only window in the whole area was a small circle window that looked like a porthole out on my right side, having me scramble to get up and run over and see the room I was in before right there within my grasp, but there was no way out for me. I banged on the door, seeing both the doctor and Luther talking to each other and almost having an argument now as I felt like I was about to cry there, placing my hand there on the glass as Luther slapped the doctor to have him fall to the floor.

I didn't want to die like this, I thought it would be different how I died. But this, this was not the way I wanted to go and leave this earth. Up till this point, I was building my own life back, but now they were going take it away from me. I threw out my hand there in a diamond form, thinking that I could smash the gas thoroughly and get some kind of escape there going. Suddenly, before I could get my third hit into the glass and make the crack bigger, something trigger and made me scream out in pain.

The machine was turned on.

Something inside of it was making my brain feel like it was about to explode and burst, having my scared out in agony and shock from the intense pain there in my head. I fell to the floor, holding my head in my hands and trying to drown out the pain in my yells and screaming. But it wasn't working, the pain was getting worse and worse now as something in the machine was slowly killing me without touching me. I was curling up in a ball for the amount of pain I was feeling that it was making me shake all over from what it was doing to me.

I started to think, starting to think and wonder why I didn't say goodbye when I could, feeling my head feeling more and more intense and on the verge of being a bomb and about to kill me. My mother, god I wanted her here and now to save me from this. The Squad back at the prison, I wanted to tell them for just accepting me was enough for me to keep waking up every day. They were a new kind of family to me. And of course, Chato.

I wanted to tell him I loved him.

I did love him, no matter his tattoos or his tragedy of his past. No matter how broken he thought he was and or how far away from being good again. He was good in my heart, he was good and he deserved a long happy life from all he went through. I knew he had a great heart, a heart that was meant to love people in different ways from others. it felt at times that he too loved me, though I would never know now if he did.

God, I wished I did.

The pain was too much now, having me no longer scream but silently sob out the pain and the agony that this machine was doing to me, and I wondered when it would end. It would better end with a bullet than this, a slower death at that was beyond painful. I closed my eyes, already wishing that someone would kill me and get it over with. It felt like something was shifting inside of me, wanting to get out and be exposed. Was my ability? Was that this machine was trying to do now? It almost felt like my human skin wanted to come off and the ability wanted to be taking by this Luthor guy. He was trying to make it happen.

And it felt like it was working.

Something loud exploded outside the cube, having the whole cube flicker a bit and lose some of its power. The pain here in my head and the shifting of my power was lessened now because of it, having me get enough strength to get up from the ground and stagger over to the window now. The pain was still there in my brain, but it was dulled down from whatever was happening outside of it. I looked through, clutching the window edge now to just standing up and I saw an explosion. It was big and it was loud, both the scientist and Luthor dived out of the way as the place was shifting and almost shaking there from the rubble busting through and the wall literally collapsing.

It all happened so quickly now as I heard Luthor screaming into his phone and the scientist was staying a bit close to the control panel now as I was banging my hand against the window, not being able to have enough of my own energy to change it to a diamond form to break the glass. The pain was numbing me and having me almost fall to the floor now. But I held on tightly to see who it was that made the explosion happen now as some people were running through the rubble now, the people I never thought I would see again.

My Suicide Squad