Sing, Canary, Sing
Chapter 7: Caged
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I said I owned them, I lied.
Author's Note: 2 chapters! Get excited!
Dinah sat on her bed, covered in white sheets. She was trying to remember if she had ever had plain, white sheets. She had come to the conclusion that if she had, she would remember them. Dinah had never been one for plain. She had always had a taste for color, bright and vibrant. She had always been free to feel that way.
But at the moment, she was stuck.
Stuck in a cage.
A small room, white walls, bright lights, no windows. Well, there was one window. It was in the tall, steel door. She hated it, for people felt the need to look in through that window to "check on her." She was beginning to think that she was on suicide watch or something. She was also beginning to think about how easy it would be, to let her own talent ring out, ring out so loud that the glass would shatter. In fact, she thought, i could scream so loud the whole building would shake. Things of pure steel might shatter, like that lock. That was when she realized that that was exactly what they wanted her to do. They wanted her to use those gifts of hers, to catch her, to keep her there, possibly locked away forever.
"Well, that's just not going to happen." She said to her self as she pushed herself off of her bed. She wasn't really worried about herself at that moment. She was more worried about the fact that she hadn't talked to anyone from her family in days. They most likely thought that she had been thrown into a truck somewhere and was now being held against her well.
'Oh wait,' she thought, 'I am.'
She stood there, looking at herself in the large mirror on her wall. But, she knew it wasn't a mirror at all. Well, yes, a mirror, but she knew that it was a two way mirror. She walked up to it and yelled, "I wasn't born yesterday. I know you're over there watching me." She got no response, as usual, so she walked back over to her bed and sat back down. The door opened, and a doctor made his way into her room.
"You're new," Dinah said, practically ignoring his presence. His ID card said that he was Research Assistant Todd Gear.
"I understand you'd like to leave." He said, walking slowly towards her. She didn't say anything.
She never said anything.
Which was a phenomenon very exciting for Dinah Lance.
"All you gotta do is show us those special little gifts of yours, and you'll be free to go." She stood up and walked to him.
"You wanna see my special gifts?" She asked. She put her hands on his shoulders, and pulled his body down as she kicked his knee cap into the back on his leg. He hit the ground, and she quickly pulled him into a head lock.
"Why won't you all just leave me the hell alone" She felt a very faint pinch in her side, before collapsing to the ground.
She lay there for quit sometime, not really sure of what was going on.
When the room finally stopped spinning, she slowly sat up. The room was empty. She looked at her side and saw a very small bruise. They had injected her with something that had slowed down her motor skills. She stood up and walked slowly to her door. She pushed the little call button.
Her body hurt. A nurse came to the door. "Yes?"
"I need to use the bathroom." Dinah replied. These people wouldn't even let her go to the bathroom by herself.
The nurse nodded, then scurried off. She came back a few seconds later with a guard, who led her by the arm to the bathroom. She went inside the private bathroom.
And pulled the PDA out of her pocket.
She had stolen it when she had put Gear in the headlock. She located the message option and typed in her father's cell phone number. Then, she texted, perhaps faster then she had ever texted before.
"Luthor. Research Ass. Todd Gear."
She then deleted the number and message from the memory. She through the PDA into the toilet.
She went back out into the hallway. She extended her arm for the guard to take.
"All done."