Sorry for the long wait, and the cliffhanger. Soo, here's the next chapter.
Enjoy!
Biaylia
Miss Martian flew over the sand dunes on the outskirts of the desert nation. She was fighting a squadron of Queen Bee's soldiers while on a recon mission with Superboy.
The soldiers had tanks and fired missiles against the two heroes, but without Psimon's telepathic abilities, the soldiers didn't stand a chance against the two aliens.
Yet as Miss Martian telekinetically destroyed another tank and Superboy landed on a second, reinforcements surged in from the center of Bialiya.
Superboy! Miss Martian said telepathically. We can't let ourselves get overrun. We have to fall back!
In response, Superboy shouted and jumped away from the soldiers and landed two-hundred feet away.
Miss Martian turned to follow him as a missile streaked towards her. She sensed it coming abut couldn't move far enough away. The heat from the projectile's tail seared in front of her and she cried out and fell to the ground.
The Bialiyan soldiers crowded around M'gann's unconscious form and quickly tied her up. They carried her to a guard's station on the border between Qurac and Bialiya.
"Queen Bee wants her interrogated now!"
The soldiers moved M'gann to a small metal chamber with a single chair and handcuffed her hands and feet to the piece of furniture.
Miss Martian moaned, her eyelids fluttering weakly, trying to adjust to the dark room.
Seeing that their prisoner was stirring, the soldiers quickly lit torches that stood in the corners of the room and the metal chamber became very hot.
When M'gann fully awoke, the interrogator stepped into the room and walked over to where she was sitting. He shook her against the chair and she shot him a scathing look, sweat beading on her forehead.
"Why are you here?" The interrogator snapped in heavily accented English.
M'gann stared defiantly back at the man's face.
"You pesky heroes never come alone, do you? Where is the rest of your petty team?" He pulled on her hair, pushing her head back. "Where are they?"
M'gann knew the right thing to do was to stay silent, so she just bit her tongue and didn't answer.
The interrogator on M'gann's hair but nodded to the soldier by the door, who promptly disappeared. "This might loosen your tongue."
On the other side of the glass, the lights turned on and Miss Martian saw Superboy and Garfield Logan strapped onto huge metal tables.
Conner was struggling against his bonds but even his strength was no match. Garfield was crying softly at the ceiling.
"What are you doing to them?" M'gann cried with barely contained rage.
"We are going to try something new, yes? You will tell us where your team is hiding and your purpose here. If you do not comply...well, let's just say that these boys are going to be in a lot of pain. Your choice, my dear."
M'gann knew the risks if she gave in: the team could be captured and executed by Queen Bee and who knows if the interrogator would really keep his word not to harm Superboy and Gar.
The interrogator nodded once more, letting go of M'gann's hair. A soldier on the other side of the glass flipped a switch and arcs of electricity stretched from the tables to the boy's bodies.
They didn't stand a chance.
After two minutes, Garfield went unconscious and M'gann sobbed, tears running down her face.
The electricity stopped and the their bodies went limp, Conner's moans were the only indicator that he still lived.
"Your boyfriend is strong," the interrogator said, walking away from Miss Martian. "But even half-kryptonians have a breaking point. Care to test it?"
She choked on another sob that wrenched through her body as Conner's back arced in an unnatural way. He screamed out in pain so loudly and horrifically that M'gann screamed herself.
"Stop!" She bowed her head. "What do you want from me?"
The interrogator smiled briefly and handed M'gann a piece of paper. "Write down your team's exact position. Leave out no details."
M'gann took the paper with shaking hands and wrote down the longitutde and latitude coordinates to the team's position.
"Thank you for your cooperation," the interrogator nodded and the controller turned the dial and Conner's and Garfield's bodies were shocked with high amounts of electricity. Soon after their bodies hung limp on the tables.
"NO!" M'gann screamed. "You monster! You promised...!" She broke down into uncontrollable sobs as she watched their still bodies be taken out of the room.
"Fire!" Her attention turned to the interrogator who had just shouted. "Thanks to you, my dear, a missile is now headed to your team's campsite. Why don't you just sit here and wonder about your...special...role in your friend's deaths."
The interrogator slammed the door, leaving M'gann crying, still handcuffed to her chair. She looked out the window with tear-streaked eyes and watched the trio of missiles heading towards the team.
Dun, dun, duun. :-) Anyhoo, please read and review, pleas, please review. I love seeing everyone's thoughts on the story. If anyone has any ideas for similar situations, relating to any of the other team members, feel free to comment in the reviews or message me. Adios!