Chapter 4:
Dick had woken up and was staring around the room, his vision blurry, and tried to remember where he was. All the memories flooded back to him when his feeling returned. He tried to move and a small cry escaped his lips when the pain resurfaced.
"So the little brat's finally returned to the world of the living, eh?"
"Go to hell, Floyd" Dick spat angrily
"Oh, does the little circus brat have anger issues?"
Dick growled and shot him a bat-glare, Deadshot looked a little worried and backed off. Dick was starting to get really annoyed now, he was sick of being kidnapped for money, "Seriously can't poeple just get a job!?" he muttered angrily. Then a woman's voice spoke up,
"Yes, they can but it's not as much fun"
Dick recognized the voice and tilted his head up to see "Ms. Trevil, seriously!?, I know you hate me but don't you think this is a bit far?"
"Don't call me Ms. Trevil" she hissed "My name is Scythe" (pronounced SKYTHE)
"Scythe seriously?" Dick couldn't help but laugh although it was painful. Scythe stomped on his chest, and leaned down holding a large sharp Vorpal knife (like from Alice in wonderland) to the side of his face,
"Better name than Dick, hm?" she said while slowly dragging the tip of the knife down from his left temple to his neck creating a small trail of blood. Deadshot watched smuggly. Dick couldn't stop himself from making a remark about her weapon.
"Have you ever met Jervis Tetch?, cause I think you two would get along, you should invite him to tea party"
Scythe growled "Is it my time yet?" Scythe looked at Deadshot expectantly
"It sure is, Hon" Deadshot smiled wickedly
'Hon?' Dick wondered before realizing "Deadshots your boyfriend?" he asked Scythe incredulously. She laughed,
"Yes, what did you think we were, siblings?"
"Maybe", Dick said sarcasticly. Honestly he had just never thought anyone could have loved someone like Ms. Trevil, 'Scythe' Dick mentally corrected himself, not even a man like Deadshot.
Scythe's smile faded "You really need to learn how to shut your mouth kid" then she stabbed his thigh as hard as she could causing Dick to gasp in pain. The cold blade went as far into his leg as possible (so partially into the bone) then she twisted the blade around before pulling it out of his leg as painfully as she could make it. Scythe continued to torture Dick. Both Scythe and Deadshot were enjoying listening to his loud, pained screams fill the small room.