April's POV
I scream in pain. There pumping some weird chemicals into my body. I don't know how long they've been at this, but I'm praying that it will be over soon. At least that pray is answered, for my restraints are taken off and I am led back to the emptiness of my cell.
I've been here for four months. I do what I do every day, drifting off thinking of what led here.
Let's start with the basics.
My name is April Lance, my codename is Siren.
My mom is Laurel Lance, her codename is Black Canary.
My dad is Oliver Queen, his codename is Green Arrow.
I spend most of my time living with my grandfather, Quentin, in Central City.
My best friend is Wally West. We've been friends since we were five years old.
Wally. He always wanted to follow in his uncle's footsteps and be a superhero.
That wasn't me. I never wanted to be a superhero, but I guess I was kind of pushed in that direction. I should have stuck to my guns, that way I wouldn't be in my current situation. I had the Canary Cry and that pretty much determined my fate.
My right hand instinctually rubs my left wrist, where a metahuman inhibitor keeps me from using that Canary Cry to get me out of here.
I wonder what things would have been like had I never went to the Hall of Justice that day with the other proteges. What would have happened if I had left with Roy? What would have happened if I said no to going to Cadmus? If I stood my ground, and refused to join the team? Perhaps any of those situations would have led to a different outcome.
I take a moment to think of the good times. With Wally, with Robin, with Aqualad and Artemis, with Superboy and M'gann. I wouldn't want to get rid of those good times, but 4 months of torture and experimentation, were those moments worth it?
I don't even know what they are doing to me.