"So it's like the force?"
"I mean... kinda? I can definitely force choke people."
"Really? I wanna see! Hey, force choke ME!"
"You're a little too into this."
━ Adrian Chase x OC
━ The Suicide Squad - Peacemaker season 1
"Lay your weary head to rest, Don't you cry no more"
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"SPECTER, DO IT."
She stared at the man standing in front of her. He was already bruised and beaten beyond belief. But there was a gun to her back. She didn't have a choice.
The Specter raised her hand slowly, deciding how to make it as quick and painless for the man as possible. She put her hand up to her own chest, hovering just above her shirt. She went to close her fist but a snap of someone's fingers made her pause.
"He doesn't deserve to get off so easily, Specter." He said. "Make him suffer."
"But-"
"Do it."
She cast an apologetic look at the man whose eyes widened in fear. She moved her hand up to hover over her own throat. She began to squeeze her hand slowly. The man fell to his knees and began to choke. He clawed at his throat desperately, wheezing and coughing. His face was red and slowly turning purple.
The Specter closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't look. She wouldn't. The sound of the man's pleading wheezes filled the room.
"That's enough," There was a hand on her shoulder. "Finish it. We don't have all day."
Finally.
The Specter jerked her hand to the side, her head snapping along with it. The sounds of the man's wheezing stopped. All she heard was a body crumbling to the floor with a dull thud.
She opened her eyes, looking anywhere but the body. They only ever brought her out to do jobs like these. To torture, to kill, to entertain their sick pleasures as if they couldn't just shoot them and be done with it. No, they liked to watch her work her magic. And what a dark magic it was.
They did this to her. They cursed her. They used her for crimes so heinous and sick. They took everything from her. She didn't even know her name. She was The Specter, a ghost. Something widely feared as a possible dangerous occurrence. She would be put back in chains and thrown into her room as soon as they grew bored of her.
Assuming she was done, the Specter turned to them and held her hands out, waiting for them to be bound again. She knew better than to fight back anymore. She was too tired.
"Not yet," One said. "We still need your services."
The door opened and two more people were shoved into the room. A woman and...
"That's a kid." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's a... kid. You want me to-?"
"We need information from her," One of them held the woman back by her arms while another dragged the crying child to the center of the room, right in front of the body she had just killed. "Maybe she'll talk if she has a reason to. We're giving her a reason to, or you are."
