Where The Bullet Lands

Dance Monkey Dance

I wake up to see hazy lights hung above me. I attempted to raise my and cover my eyes, but I quickly realized they had my hands bound. I was on some sort of operating table. My father and one of his business partners walk in.
"You monster. I thought, for one second you actually loved me. But you're uncapable of love" I hang my head.
"At least I'll be alive" He grinned.
"You have murdered everyone I've ever had an kind of friendship, or left them at the bottom of an ocean. Deadshot will be advenged" I sneer.
"He isn't dead. Very close though" The close associate smiles.
"What have you done to him" I breathe out.
"Only what would happened eventually. You said it yourself. He was off his rocker. He will destroy himself. We just gave him a little push" My Father shows his teeth. I planned on just letting go. Giving up. But there is still hope.

*View of Deadshot*
"They did something" I mumble sheepishly.
"What do you see?" Annie smiles.
"Darkness. But its growing" I mumble quieter.
"Just let go. We can be together" She cupped her hand around my face.

*View of Will*
"You are going to die" I chuckle crazily as Ivanov sticks a needle in my arm.
"Not yet, my son" He grinned.
"About to get the secret sauce" Ivanov had a look of concentration.
"We've discussed this. New name" He flicks his wrist.
"Miracle cure" Ivanov suggests.
"Perfect" My father smiled.
"Not only, am I going to make a fortune. But I will live to a million" He chuckled. "Cancer isn't going to beat me" He looked happy.
"I noticed the coughing up blood. But didn't think anything of it. You've done it since forever. I didn't think you had cancer" I frown.
"I was diagnosed soon after you were born. Death won't win" He smiled.
"He sticks me with a needle and began drawing blood. He hurrily grabbed it and broke it, glass and all, in a bowl. As if its explosive. He grabs a green substance and throws it in. He does this a couple more times. I could feel myself slipping. Blood loss. Death. I didn't think death was possible, but this felt like the real deal. I faded and faded. Until I faded out of existence.

*View of Lab*
"I think we did it. I got every morsel of blood. He is gone, sir" Ivanov looks up at Mr. Rockefeller and unlocks the chains on the unmoving Will. He stingily grabs a syringe and holds it up to the light.

*View of Will*
In the darkness, I heard a faint echo.
"My life work finally completed. And it stood next to me the whole time" My father chuckled. I opened my eyes wide.
"What?!" My father yelled. I jumped up and grabbed the syringe. I ran out of the room, both of them chasing me. I skid around the corner. A mixture of confusion and determination stretched through my body. I ran into a wall, but quickly recovered. I was still slightly drugged. I jumped over a small chair and landed better than I could when I wasn't high. I looked to my left and heard loud screaming. I swung open the door. Deadshot, hung to an operating table. I ran in and slammed the door. I locked it quickly. I could hear guards running from every direction. I felt his pulse. Nothing.
"Damn it!" I yelled. I looked down at the syringe in my hand and back at Deadshot. I stuck him hard in the neck. I pushed on the end. Sending the colored substance into him. I sat down in a wheely chair and stared at him.
"We know you're in there!" A guard yelled. They had some sort of ramming device. Bam. Bam. Bam. The door swung open. They began to run in, but stopped seconds after. They stared in terror. I looked to the left of me. Deadshot stood. Angrier than ever. He felt inhuman. A new rage purged him. He had a look of evil. He walked forward and grabbed the head guard, k11, and threw him into a wall. He had some sort of super strength. Three more came in after k11, they looked just as apprehensive. He punched two and, the chains that held him to the table were now hanging from him wrists, he swung the chain into the other guy. I could hear bones crack. Guard after guard, Deadshot destroyed them. Finally, my Father and Ivanov ran in. Deadshot's nostrils flared and his eyes arched. He looked back at me.
"No mercy?" He frowned.
"No mercy" I responded. He smiled and almost tore them apart, Ivanov was the first to go. My father backing into a corner, putting his hand up as a surrender. Deadshot put his hand over his neck and raised him above his own head. My Father slipped into death. Deadshot dropped his limp body.
"His death wasn't as painful as it should of been" Deadshot mutters.
"What did they do to you?" I frown.
"Nothing" He frowns and began to walk out of the lab. I grabbed his shoulder.
"Where are you going?" I frowned.
"Somewhere, maybe" He kept walking. Little did I know that was the last time I'll see Deadshot for hundreds of years. Sinclair walks in and hugs me quickly.
"We can be happy here, Sinclair" I smile. Life would get a whole lot different.