| Code Name: Shadow | (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

51: Agony

Meg was taken to a small, square room with no windows and one heavily guarded metal door. A metal chair sat in the middle, slightly reclined, with restraints for the arms, legs, and chest.

Forcefully, the guards pushed Meg into the chair, pulling down on the restraints tightly so her wrists, ankles, and chest were held down. She winced from her soreness of her broken wrist, but bit her tongue to keep silent.

Then, the guards left Margaret, shutting the door so she sat in total darkness. A few hours ago- she would have been more than happy to be seated in a room like this. Now the silence was even to loud and terrifying for her, the darkness swallowing Meg.

She pulled tightly on the restraints, wanting to get out of that room before it drove her insane. Tears pricked her eyes as her whole body shook from anxiety- another panic attack rattling her body. Meg tried to get her powers to work, but all she got was nothing. The serum was doing a good job at temporarily stopping her Metahuman abilities.

Then the door opened.

Two sets of footsteps entered the room as the light turned on- which blinded Meg until her eyes slowly adjusted. As she squinted to see who was in the room with her, fear ripped through Margaret as her panicked breaths quickened.

"Not so happy to see me, are you, Margaret?" Savage asked, arms clasped behind his back. Meg glared at him, not wanting to say anything that he could easily manipulate.

"I'll take that as a no, then.... I'd like you to meet my friend. He's here to help us with the... Process." Meg's tyrant father explained. The redhead's green eyes fell on the man standing next to him, who held a weird device that was oddly terrifying.

"Process?" Meg rose a brow, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You'll see soon enough." Savage said. He turned to the man, "Please take it away."

"This process was specially created for you, Margaret. We will be using your narcolepsy and the Process in order to put you in a permanent blackout." He explained, "You won't remember anything about who you once were."

He attached the device to Meg's head, hooking up patches threaded onto several wires around her head and neck. Savage took out a dagger and grabbed his daughter's arm. Carefully he used the blade to loosen the leather cuff laced with metal that helped Meg's narcolepsy. The material fell to the ground with a thud- leaving the redhead susceptible to sleeping spells and blackouts.

"Go to hell." Margaret growled, pulling on the straps holding her down.

The man pressed down on a button- causing a pain she never thought possible to enter her head and neck. She arched her back, screaming at the top of her lungs. Tears pricked her eyes as the air left her chest cavity, making it hard for her to breathe.

"What is your name?" Savage asked.

"Margaret." The redhead wheezed, trying to fight back whatever the pain was doing to her. The intensity of the pain increased, which caused Meg to let out another screen. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she pulled on the restraints to escape the agony that shook her bones.

"No. You're Shadow- remember?" Savage was trying to get Meg's blacked out self to become her permanently, "You and Chronos will work together and do a I say."

Meg looked at Savage, shaking her head furiously, "Why are you doing this? Just kill me, I've done enough dirty work for you."