Chapter 1 - Alone

It has been 638 days since I have seen the sun. 638 long days with little to no contact with the outside world, and nobody seems to miss me enough to help me. I don't know my name, nor how I got here. But what I do know is that what I can do, many others cannot. 

"Subject L53 is a breakthrough of its kind, and I promise you you'll want to invest what you have. Any delay can and will result in a massive missed opportunity." I have no need to raise my head to distinguish who may be speaking; I already know. 

I can feel the masked man raise his eyes to meet mine, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. 

"Luthor," the man speaks with a low voice, "you have helped me multiple times in the past. Because of this, I will cut you a deal."

Lex Luthor laughs with amusement. "You're acting as if you'll be doing me a favor by purchasing Subject L53. I have buyers with much wider pockets. Your being here is out of the grace of friendship. Don't attempt to fool me." There is a long silence between the two. The air in the room becomes heavy with tension and I wish I had the strength to disrupt it. 

The masked man lets out a deep sigh. "Luthor, Luthor. I would never. You've got yourself a deal." The pair shake hands, as if they'd just traded livestock. But that's all I am; something to be exchanged, an object. As they continue to negotiate more exact details, they pace out of the room. 

I writhe my wrists against the cuffs holding my arms behind my back. 

If only I had use of both my hands, and I could obliterate every living soul in this lab. 

I pick up my head and take in my surroundings: the crack splitting the nearly pristine white walls encasing me, the spotless white tiles my feet haven't felt in over three days, the large windows facing opposite to where I lay, and a single ceiling fan. The only thing 'homey' about my current living conditions are my bed, single pillow, and moth-eaten blanket. Although hard as a rock, the mattress allows me to sleep long hours, day and night, which is most beneficial when you're forced to reside in the same room practically alone for over two years. I've cried, laughed, whispered, screamed, and sobbed, and all were done alone. Hope was a word I forgot 400 days ago, along with my name and what lies outside of this room. 

A loud boom shakes me out of my thoughts. Earthquake-like occurrences happen often here, but of this magnitude? Never. I manage to bring myself into a sitting position, facing the windows. People in white lab coats run back and forth out of view. Is this how I die, forgotten and alone? I would say I have myself, but I don't even have that. Closing my eyes, I lay back down onto the bed and turn away from the windows, staring absently towards the wall. If I die now, I might as well accept it. 

Several gunshots let out from a couple hundred feet away. The screams of those unlucky enough to escape reach a high, then stop suddenly. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why. 

There is a thud at the door leading into my room. I jolt in shock, but don't dare to look- I still have my pride. After a couple more attempts, the door breaks off its hinges and falls to the floor. I'm shaking at this point, but still, I refuse to turn to see who has come to seal my death sentence. 

Slow and methodical footsteps approach my bed. They stop inches away from my body. 

A hand reaches and carefully touches my shoulder, then my neck. 

They're checking for my pulse.

The hand moves to my back and gives me a reluctant shake. 

"Are you awake? Come with us, we can help!" Their hands turn my body so I can face them: a tall, young man with a mask and a black suit, a blue insignia covering the front of his chest.

I've seen him before, I know him! 

I give him a pained smile. 

"Jesus Christ, what have they done to you?" The man lifts me bridal style off the bed, my hands still bound behind my back. "You're just a kid." He lifts his head, presumably trying to figure out what to do next now that he has a girl in his arms; my being here was definitely not apart of whatever plan they had. 

"It's what I did to them first that matters," I whisper. He hears me and raises a concerned eyebrow. I let out a weak laugh. 

This would be the worst time to lose consciousness, I tell myself.  

And of course, I do. 

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(A/N):

AHHHHHH first chapter finishedddddd!! You guys are not at all prepared for the next few chapters, it's going to be insane. And don't worry, what you're probably all waiting for comes next chapter ;)

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