Where The Bullet Lands

Wide Awake and in the Dark

I open my eyes wide. Everything seems different, everything. The walls look a little more pale and the ground looks darker. Everything is hazy. The last thing I remember is being shot in the arm with something. Now I'm awake, still on the operating table. Its in an upward position, where my feet barely hang above the ground. I blink a couple times. Two women walk in. Clad in chains. I blink and they appear as snakes. I blink again and they're back to the beautiful women they were.
"What the hell is this!?" I yell. They grin and slowly walk around me.
"Clad in armor"
"Of the souls he reaped"
"Looking for more"
"Just to keep"
"Steal another one"
"His greatest feat"
"He better run"
"Once the fun is done"
"Because revenge is near"
"So he fears"
The girls whisper, but it sounds so loud.
"Shut up!" I yell loudly. The girls grab a chain and began wrapping me with it. They kept chanting their previous chorus. The sound of chains rumbles loud in my ear. The chain slowly covers me. They began wrapping it around me face. My eyes fade to black and in the darkness I hear.
"You did this! You killed me! You ruined me! Just like everyone else you meet!" Annie's voice rings loudly. I open my eyes quickly to see the scientist smiling.
"Wha-what happened?" I look around wearily. My vision looks normal.
"Mr. Rockefeller decided against scavenging, even torturing. He wants some experiments conducted" He grins devishly.
"What kind" I stare blankly at him.
"The kind that tests your sanity, seeing you were already slighting insane, we just thought, why not go all the way" Ivanov smiles.
"You did that. That- that" I sputtered out words.
"Vision? Yes, indeed" He smiled.
"You don't know anything about her, you can't say that!" I began thrashing in my chains. Two guards come up behind me and hold me down to the table.
"My dear boy, I didn't create the vision. You made that my son, the truth behind the truth" Ivanov flicks his wrist and I am shot with an needle. Everything fade to black.

*View of Will*
I stared at the ceiling. I've been locked in here for about 3 weeks. I've stared at this crack in the ceiling, and have done nothing about it. I stand up and brush off the clothes I've worn since forever. They were dusty, dirty and stinked. I walked slowly to the drawers and searched through it. I found some of my old clothes. I stared at the nice clean expensive shirts. I usually wore a T-shirt, with an over jacket, with some nice pants. Every day. Now I'm degraded to this. I strip down quickly and began to look at myself in the mirror. Along the scrawny body of mine, bruises and scrapes covered every contour of my abs. I slipped my clothes on and went back to the mirror. My hair, was way overgrown. It looked like some creature made a nest in my head. I walked slowly to the bathroom and picked up the scissors next to the cabinet. I began to snip and clip. Before I knew it. I looked almost like my old self. Dirt covered my face. I grabbed a wash cloth and scrubbed hard. When I finally set the washcloth down, I looked like the rich stuck up kid I was before. I realized in that moment, that I can't live on hope that we will save Annie, or that Deadshot is still alive. I must go back. Back to who I was before shit hit the fan. I comb my hair back and walked out of my bedroom door, for the first time I've been locked in here. I examine the hallway. Exactly the same. I cautiously make my way down the stairs. I peek around the corner to see my Father sitting at a very long table. He was at one end, on the other sat a plate of food.
"I've been waiting for you my dear son" He smiled graciously.
"Hello, Father" I walk in and sit down at the table.
"You haven't eaten, you must be starving. I sent Sinclair in to bring you food. The idiot must of forgotten. I'll talk to him later" He grumbles. I realize for the first time, that no guards stood around me in his presence. Just him and I.
"No. No. I was scared that the food had something in it" I wave him off.
"Well, I can promise you this food, and all food is safe" He grins. I can hear my stomach growl. I look down at the beautifully cooked food. I pick up the fork reluctantly. I stab the meat quickly and shove it in my mouth. "You haven't had real food in a while" He nods in contentment.
"Just what my team shovled in my mouth at various bars" I lick my fingers. I thought out there I'd get buff and tough. But the little amount of food only made me weak and scrawny.
"This uh... Team, who was on it" He smiled.
"Oh um... Well me, Annie, Mary, Mark and Deadshot" I nod my head, indulging in the food.
"Oh so this Deadshot, you travled with him here?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Oh yeah" I make a slurping sound as I drank my water.
"What's he like?" He stares at me.
"Ever since Annie took the plunge, he's been out of it. You know seeing things, saying stuff. He really had a thing for her. Now she is in endless death at the bottom of the ocean. Of course he blames himself. I thought it was his fault at first. Then I saw how broken up he was. He was just out of it for a couple of days, then he got aggressive. He even talked in his sleep. Talked about how he should of done something. He even thought about suicide. I of course talked him off the ledge. He believes he kills anything he touches yada yada blah blah. You know, classic crazy psycho who lost his family? That would be Deadshot" I smile widely. I snapped out of whatever he just did. I look down to see two chopped up pills in my food.
"That's my new truth medicine. I guess it works" He grinned.
"What is the other?" I frowned. The last thing I saw before face planting into mashed potatoes was the snickering of Satan, aka my Dad.