Two days after the death of Cyanide, the runaways were safely at home in minuscule cells on the SHIELD Helicarrier. They had been apprehended by the police after the fight and Prometheus disappearing once again. A group of silent agents confiscated them from the cops as if they were WMDs.
Today, Clarke was sat at a tiny desk, facing a stony faced officer.
'Who are you?'
'Go to hell.'
'Let's try a more direct approach, shall we, kid?' The agent said shortly before slamming Clarke's head into the table.
'I'm pretty sure that this isn't legal.' Groaned Clarke, not losing sarcastic wit even when being tortured at the hands of a dubious government organisation.
'I'm pretty sure that blowing up a decent portion of Manhattan isn't legal.' Echoed the officer - James, said his name tag.
'If you'd just listen.. That wasn't us. We were trying to help.'
'I know that you were. However, I think that the Red Skull thought that he was helping the world too.'
Clarke tried to hit 'f*** it' and leave, but she instead hit up against a glowing wall and was tasered in the shoulder.
'Shit!' She screamed at the sudden burst of unwelcome pain.
'Look, this isn't pleasant for either of us - but you can either tell us who you are and what you and your friends were doing or we will arrange a room with a nice view in the Raft.' Patronised the f***faced officer.
About one punch and a lot of swearing later, Clarke was being led back to her cell in restraints and a straight-jacket. Maddy and Cisco looked at her with tired and sad eyes from their shared cell. Her cellmate was some creepy girl in a permanently grinning mask.
She was dumped in her cell and two armed guards were stationed just outside. The masked girl who was apparently only known as 'Kawaii' began to mumble and mutter.
'He's coming.'
'Prometheus and the Eagle's claws won't hold him back.'
'Get out. Get out. Run run run run.'
Clarke snapped at Kawaii and vented her rage.
'Will you just shut the f*** up!' She yelled - spitting fury at the unfeeling mask. The deep black eyes painted on the hideous thing eventually mesmerised her into a hushed trance.
'You are the girl who runs, but you can never outrun the fire in the back of your head.' Kawaii whispered.
Clarke writhed in her mind - but her body was impossibly heavy.
A young, silver-haired girl sat bolt upright in her scratchy feather bed. Her classmates in the dorm had all disappeared. Judging by the sky outside, it was around one o'clock in the morning. Her stomach started slowly coiling in anxiety like a snake when she saw the flickering red glow playing behind the door of the wide room. It giggled and sung it's deathly song as it crackled and ate up the wooden structure of the building. It danced with her friends, stealing their lives gracefully. It yawned it's burning maw open, skin melting off it's teeth. The Man who Made the Metal Fly couldn't save her. The fire shaped into a face that stared at her with it's red eyes and dragged her into it's mouth.
Clarke jolted back into reality, and tore her eyes away from the hideous mask. Kawaii continued to whisper ungodly atrocities and Clarke scuttled away into the shadows in the corner. Cold sweat inched down her brow and her vision blurred and she fell asleep and she dreamed of fire.
