Where The Bullet Lands

Will, I am your Father

My father looks at "K11" and nods. K11 reaches behind him and grabs a bat. I began to back up. I tried to grab Deadshot and give him the cue to run. But someone pulls me back. They restrain me in something like a less painful headlock. Deadshot understands quick, but before he could react, k11 slams the bat into Deadshot's face. Deadshot rolls backwards and you can hear his face making contact with the hot sand. My father flicks his wrist, they began dragging me backwards away from Deadshot. K11 brings the bat down on Deadshot's side. He groans loudly. Other men around K11 begins to join in. They kick him in the stomach, gut, head and just about everywhere else. They threw me into the back of a cart. I sat up wearily, in the distance, I saw the men still huddled around Deadshot, or the bloody pulp that's left. I tried to hop off the wagon to go kick some ass, but I felt a cold hard metal on my head. I turned around and saw that someone had a pistol aimed at me. I sighed loudly and tried to pretend that my friend wasn't being killed. I turn and look at the man holding a gun to my head.
"How long has it been?" I can taste the dryness of my mouth.
"A year" He responds quickly.
"How far has his research gone?" I stare at the sand below me.
"He did knows how to do it, he figured it the day you left. He needs you and that other girl" The army guy frowns. My father is going to realize it won't work, he doesn't know about Mary, and the farther she is from here, the better. Mary. Mary! Where the hell is Mary!? No time for that. I could always brainwash this guy into letting me out. I concentrate. Ever since we met Deadshot, it's stop working. I've been utterly useless. Maybe if I can just get far enough from him. Maybe. Just maybe I can do this. A faster wagon catches up with mine. I have been focused and focused. My powers aren't working. I then realize what is on the back of the wagon. Deadshot's limp body is dragging behind on a rope. I turn and look at my guard.
"If my father thinks he will continue to live after messing with us, he is wrong" I spit into the sand.
"You are a lot like your Dad" The guard laughs. I have had that idea in my head. I swore I'd never be like him, but behind my back, I already am. The ride was long, I was sure that Deadshot was dead. He couldn't live this long, the pain alone would kill him. I said my goodbyes the second I saw him behind the cart. Ann is going to kill me. Right after she kills everyone who works with my Dad and more. I finally see the large mansion that was my prison during childhood. Sure it's a mansion, but it was a living hell. The cart stops. The guy nudges my back.
"Get out" he said cooly. I slowly slide towards the exit. He cocked the gun.
"I'm going!" I shouted. I hopped out of the cart. I stared at Deadshot, what's left of him. I swallowed hard.
"He's dead?" I asked. He doesn't answer, just guided me into the house. My father stood at the front steps.
"William, my son" My father tried to hug me but I ignored his attempt. "Now, where is that girl?" He grinned toothily.
"At the bottom of the ocean" I stared emotionless.
"You left that out" He adjusted his glove.
"Well, you could spare some of the money you were going to use to buy new torture devices, and get my friend out of the ocean" I gave a mirthless smile. What happened next, nearly killed me.
"Boy, you're so naive" My father laughed.
"What?" I frown.
"I don't need the girl" He chuckles and it turns into a coughing fit. He grabs a napkin from his butler next to him. He wipes his mouth. Blood stained it.
"But your studies?" For one. Just one second I thought that he just wanted to get me home so he can love me. Then it hit me like a wall. "I am your studies" I gasped.
"You were here the whole time. I was just blinded by family" He smiled wickedly. He unlocked the door and threw me in. K11, which I figured is his second in command, takes me to my old room. He locks the door behind me. The window was barred. I examined the things I left here.
"Welcome, master William" A voice echoes. I didn't even notice him. My butler sat in a chair with a look of sorrow.
"I thought when you left, you wouldn't be back. Sadly, I was mistaken. You shouldn't of come back here master William. Master Rockwell has sinister plans" He shook his head.
"I missed you so much" I ran and hugged him. He was an elderly man. He raised me. He was my Father.
"My dear boy, bad things has happened" He hugged me back.
"I need something, Sinclair" I smiled.
"Whatever, you need Master William" He nodded.
"Two things. Don't call me master, I've learned a lot Sinclair. And I need you to make sure someone is alive, a guy I traveled with" I frown.
"Yes, ma- I mean William" He stood up and went to investingate.
"I really did miss you, Sinclair" I retreated to my bed. He gave me a warm smile and left. When I had a school play, Sinclair came and watched. When I was out too long, Sinclair tracked me down. Sinclair taught me how to wield a gun. Sinclair comforted me when my mother died. Sinclair was always there.