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CHAPTER I

"inprisonment of the body is bitter;
Inprisonment of the mind is worse."

- Thornton Wilder

I shivered as I tried to move my arms against the ristricting fabric of the straightjacket. Apparently the cuffs around my wrists weren't enough to keep me in check. In my first week at Belle Reve I was having my hopes up high. I was thinking I could escape. The guards weren't supposed to be this smart. This wasn't supposed to be this secure. I could've taken them down without my powers, make a run for it and find someone who could've taken off the handcuffs. That plan obviously backfired.

"Little love, come out for dinner," the disgusting voice of Griggs reached my ears and snapped me out of my thoughts. Since I've been here I despised this man with everything I had. He treated the convicted like animals in a cage. Like they weren't human at all.

The hatch of my door opened and I could see the outline of Griggs face, "I'm not hungry," My voice was slightly raspy and thickly accented. I haven't eaten in two days and my stomach was already rebelling. I should've taken what Griggs offered. But I didn't.

The guard let out a defeated sigh and pushed the dry bread through the opening, "Well, if you decide that you're done starving yourself to death you can have this tasty bread that has been laying in the kitchen all week," he spat and turned to leave.

"Griggs," I called, my voice deathly calm. If he thought he was having the last word he was solely mistaken, "The day I get out of here - and that day is approaching steadily - I will find you. I will find you and I will kill you. Mark my words asshole," I heard a laugh and then silence. The sweet, sweet silence that has been my friend for a long time.

2 DAYS LATER

I was laying on my little cot mindlessly staring at the ceiling when I suddenly heard the lock of my cell move. My head instantly snapped into the direction of the noise and my heartbeat eccalerated. What did they want? More turtore?

The door opened with a bang, making me wince slightly due to the volume. My greasy hair hung in front of my eyes as I tried to take in what was in front of me. Guards upon guards, staring at me. Some disgusted, some hateful. As if on cue they started to part like the red sea and a dark skinned, slightly intimidating woman and a less intimidating man stepped forward.

"Miss Branza. My name is Amanda Waller and i'm here for a very specific reason," I snorted and cracked my neck slightly. This woman had a nerve. First she locked me up, put me in a straightjacket and then she wants to talk, "Guards, take off her straightjacket," she ordered and around five guards came towards me. Three of them had their guns aimed at me and the other two were working on getting rid of the fabric that restricted my every movement.

When my arms were finally freed from their prison, the first thing I did was stretch my limbs. It was good to be able to move freely again. The guards and Mrs. Waller were watching me intensely, as if I'd attack. They looked at me as if I was a lion and they were on one of these tours through the wilderness of Africa.

I sighed and twirled a strand of hair around my index finger, the shiny metal cuff around my wrist glinting in the sunlight, "What now, huh? Is there something worse than a straightjacket? Pretty sure there isn't," the woman and the guards were still watching me. Then Mrs. Waller sighed and pointed at my wrists, "Take off the cuffs,"

A lot of things happened at once. A guard came forward and took off my cuffs, in a split second I had my legs woven around his neck and pushed him to the floor. The collective sound of the clicking from guns could be heard and I let out a laugh, "Relax, that's what all of you came for isn't it? A little show. A little demonstrație, yes,"

Amanda nodded and walked forward, "I'm putting together a team of remarkable, bad people. The villains, so to speak. You'd be a great addition. They don't credit you with 50 assassinations in the last two years for nothing," I nodded, getting off of the poor guard that was spluttering and coughing on the floor. This was my chance. My chance to leave, to be free. The moment they'd let me out and send me on a mission I could make a run for it.

"I have a condition," I spoke slowly, towering over Mrs. Waller, "I want to be able to go outside once a week. I want to be able to practice- preferably at a gym," Griggs scoffed loudly and made himself known for the first time. Shooting me a glare he stepped up beside Amanda, "With all due respect, if we give her access to our gym she can get even better with her abilities I suggest-" Amanda held up a hand, effectively silencing him.

"I'm taking your conditions into consideration, Mrs. Branza," I smiled a little and mock saluted her, "Guards, put her cuffs back on. No straightjacket,"