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THE SUICIDE SQUAD: NOTHING REALLY MATTERS TO ME- CHAPTER 1- AMANDA WALLER
Lexa Smith. My name needs work. It isn't my fault that my mom and dad screwed up my name. My name was supposed to by Alexa but my mom went and got a tattoo with spelt LEXA. So guess what? Instead of going back to the tattoo place, my mom got my name to be Lexa.
Enough backstory. All you need to know is that I hate the name Lexa and my life is pretty much screwed up in ways you can't imagine. When I was six, my mom left my dad. My mom wanted my dad to take full custody of me, but my dad wanted my mom to take full custody of me.
So one day my mom told me to go down to the shop to buy some bread. When I came back, she was gone. My dad had already left 2 days earlier so I had no one. That's when I began to steal. I never began stealing a lot, just little bits, like some kids lunch money at school.
Then when I was seven, I robbed 23 thousand from the big fancy jewellers. That was then people finally began to realise that there was a thief in town. Which pissed my off. Papers always say "he" when they talk about thieves.
Ever heard of Harley Quinn?! She is my idol. I look up to her. When she broke out of an asylum with the Joker, she made me believe that if she could do it, I could do it just as good. If not better.
So I threw myself into my training, became a gymnast that could jump a roof to the next roof. No matter how big the gap. I could just do it. No limits. That's when I took my stealing to the next level.
I stole millions of dollars combined. I lost all sense of who I was, stealing was a game, and one I could play and knock everyone else out of the park.
And that's when I finally crash landed back to earth.
Police.
When they came knocking on my door. This had never happened before. Who suspected a 16 year old girl who lived in big housing estate who helped that old lady across the street with her bins every Sunday and fed the dog next door? The police didn't seem in an arresty mood though.
Especially with some woman called Amanda Waller with them. She said she just wanted to talk. "You do quite fine on your own." She said, sitting down at my kitchen table. "It's easy to get by." I said shortly. This woman didn't look like the type that played about.
"This your parents house?" she asked. "Yes."
"I see. And where is your mother?"
"She isn't here."
"I see. Alexa—"
"It is just Lexa. Drop the A." I said. "Lexa. That's... different. We are not so different, you and I. We are both woman, fighting the world on our own. But I am not alone. And you don't have to be either. I have a job proposition for you. My... co-director. I know that you have made a few... different choices than others in your situation, but I am not going to hold that against you."
"And what exactly are you director of?" I asked. "ARGUS. I believe you would fit in nicely with my other recruits." "I don't even have policing experience." I said. "I believe you know how the system works. You have studied it, haven't you."
She gave me a pointed look.
"OK, is this like an option sort of thing? Where it is either I work for you or I go to jail? Cause I choose jail, no offense, wait, take offense, you don't seem like the type of person I want to be around."
"You don't have a choice Miss Smith. Either you are taken by force or willingly, it is up to you."