Darkness {Young Justice}

Chapter 10

Darkness felt her cheek burning and she looked up to see who it was, and it was the counselor. "I had waited a long time to do that."

"What a waste of time spent on poor little old me." Darkness scorned glaring at the woman.

"And why would that be?" The Counselor said. "I mean I did recreate you. I made you feel like you were useful and that you weren't a waste of space."

"Recreate me?" Darkness asked as a smirk was placed on her lips. "If you had recreated me then we wouldn't be here, would we?"

The counselor scowled down at Darkness. "You don't know how hard it is to convince someone that they're worth something in this world."

"If it's too much work than why adopt orphans?" Darkness asked. She and the others had always wanted to know why they choose orphans than other kids. Why would they choose kids that were broken to 'give them a second chance?'

The counselor whispered in her ear and said, "Because we give them a purpose."

"Purpose?" Darkness asked snickering. "What purpose? To die in your missions or training exercises? That's not a life that's hell!"

"If you weren't adopted by us then you wouldn't know how love feels." The Counselor said. "Or how to feel like you aren't a piece of trash."

"I only felt one type of love here." Darkness said. "And that love is gone."

"You mean your friends?" The Counselor said. "We found Dark Stalker's body the day of your escape and Shadow's body is unknown. Where is she? What happened?"

"Why should I tell you?" Darkness said to her.

"Because you'll have no choice." The counselor said.

"So... you're going to drug me?" Darkness said. She had seen that done a couple of times with interrogation. The counselor only drugs the 'subject' when they aren't answering the questions they were asked. It's like the 'subject' is in a trance answering questions truthfully without any thought in the world. Just watching is pretty scary and the subject never remembers anything answered.

"Actually, you have three choices. One is answer honestly, second is the drugs or third we use the chair." Darkness didn't want to do any of those choices. Why don't they do torture instead?

"I choose torture." Darkness said. Torture is way better than being drugged or being put on the chair.

"Fine torture than chair how bout that?" The counselor said.

"Better than hearing your voice." Darkness glared to her.

"I'll tell the director to get the equipment ready." The counselor said walking to the door. She opened it and took one last glance at Darkness and closed the door behind her.

Darkness glared at the floor and thought, 'I hope I die when they torture me.'

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"Nightwing we have to help them out." Jaime said looking at both of the screens. One of them had Dark Storm and the other had Darkness. Both were unconscious, the counselor and Director were moving them to another room.

"It's only going to be me and you." Nightwing said.

"Both of them are going to go through torture and it's our fault." Jaime said. "We handed them over and now they're paying for our mistake.

"Let's go before something happens to them." Nightwing said and Jaime behind him.

~~~

Dark Storm began to wake up in a different room. The Director gave him a surprise visit and asked him questions. He refused to answer and then the Director left. The next time Dark Storm knew was he was going unconscious by gas.

The room had only one door, no windows. The walls were covered in old blood and Dark Storm was hanging by the chains that were shackled on his hands. His skin on his wrist were turning dark pink and his hands weren't getting enough blood.

The door opened and the counselor came inside with various torturing equipment. "Good to see you again Dark Storm." She said.

"Can't say the same for you." Dark Storm said.

"Your snarky remarks don't effect me." The counselor said to him.

"And your torture won't effect me either." Dark Storm said.

"I came up with some more new and painful ways to torture people. And I would like to try it on you and Darkness. Isn't that exciting!" She said excitedly clapping her hands.

"Crazy lunatic." Dark Storm muttered under his breath. He knew he was evil and all, but he could never compete with her. She was worse than anyone could ever be or think. She was the one who operated the training sections for torture. She constructed all of the possible weapons the enemies might have and even put in some of her own inventions.

"Now which one shall we use first?" She asked chirpily looking at the tools. There were knives, whips, and etc. Anything that could be used as a weapon. She grabbed a small pocketknife and walked over to him. She cut his cheek, arms and chest with the knife. Soon it was covered in blood, his blood and a puddle of scarlet liquid was underneath him. His shirt and pants were stained in red. She put the knife down on the tray and looked at him proud of her work. "See you tomorrow Dark Storm!"

'When I get out of these chains, I'll kill her and the Director.' Dark Storm thought. 'They turned me into this and now their actions will come back to hunt them down.'

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Darkness spit blood on the floor. The Director got an agent to use her as a punching bag, but she never made a noise. She was trained to never give up her position even when she gets shot, stabbed or punched. The ground was covered with tiny spots of blood that she had spit out. One time she spit blood at the agent and Director. It only made her punishment worse, but to her it was worth it.

'So is this going to be my life now?' She thought. 'Being tortured and tortured before giving up information? Trying to endure all of the pain and not make any noise? Or know that I have nothing to live for and continue to keep fight? Or knowing that they're trying to break me even though they could get the information easily?' Darkness was trained to never cry out in pain or show any type of emotion that others would consider weak. Right now she wanted to yell at the world about how much her life sucked and about the pain she felt throughout the years. When she dies she knows she won't be remembered. She knows she wouldn't exist anymore. All that will be left of her would be gone. There wouldn't be a body to bury for it would  be put in a type of liquid to dissolve her remains. 'This is the end of me. This is how I die, without anyone. Some people wants to die alone, but they don't know how sad it really is to die with no one to care about them or miss them.'