The Spark That Lit The Flame

Chapter 8: I trust you

Cleo POV

"We are being led to our deaths."

I buried my face into my sleeves and sat there for a while, I needed to think. I was so tired; I couldn't take any of the glances from the soldiers or the looks Diablo was giving me. I could do without that all right now. I may be on the floor sulking like a child but I was entitled to behave in this way. In the last twelve hours I had been drugged and dragged to a secure facility, chucked on a chopper – which I managed to crash, had a team member try to kill me; had various monstrosities try to kill me and now crazy bitch Waller had decided to keep us all locked up anyway. Over the span of twelve hours I had managed to make an attempt of a civilized connection with the other female of our team, but now Harley was dead. It was true, I was cursed – everyone I ever got close to died or got hurt – in the span of twelve hours Harley had been killed. Who was next to die? Diablo? I swallowed hard at the thoughts, I hated to admit it but in the few hours I had known the man I had grown fond of him, out of everyone in the group we had made a connection, maybe it was because we were so similar we were able to talk on the same level.

I couldn't keep on like this. I was going to have a mental breakdown if this shit kept happening. I was a bartender, I pulled pints and I made fancy cocktails for the drunken punters in their foiled attempts to get a free dance from the strippers. I had grown accustomed to that life; I was good at my job the punters liked me; I knew how to play the game but all of this, the murder the violence this was not me. I couldn't keep on like this, it was killing me. I wasn't about to become a monster.

I used to complain about my life, how much I hated the subway – how much I hated having to get up to go to work, how inconvenient my life was at that point. I was such a fool, it had it good. I mean compared to where I found myself now, it was a heavenly existence.

Suddenly I felt my body shake; I felt my muscles spasm over and over. I let out a cry as I looked up from my arms and realized that the heavens had opened and the rain began to pour down onto my face. I screamed as I tried to stand up and run to cover, I was to stay in the rain, I could feel myself short circuiting as my body send out static, blowing up the lights outside the building and down in streets. The men ducked for cover as I sent out shockwaves, hitting the walls and floor before I felt my legs go weak and everything went black.

3POV

As the men talked amongst themselves, they were completely unaware of Cleo fitting behind them. Too wrapped up in their conversation to turn around or notice the thud as Cleo hit the ground.

"Shit someone grab a hold of her!" Deadshot exclaimed as he turned to leave the roof, he had caught sight of Cleo collapsed on the floor fitting as the men ran over to her, looking down and then looking over at each other as they mentally prepared themselves for pain.

"This is going to hurt..." Croc groaned as he took hold of her legs, Boomerang grabbed one arm and Deashot grabbed the other. Diablo couldn't move, staring down at the collapsed woman as the rest of the men lifted her up and ran her inside.

"Anyone else not being electrocuted?" Boomerang asked as they ran to cover. The other man shook their heads as they too realized there was no pain. "I feel nothing...." Deadshot breathed as he lowered Cleo onto the floor. "All our girls are being killed off." Croc sighed as he let go of the woman's body.

"Man, will you shut up? She ain't dead!" Diablo exclaimed as he snapped himself out of his shock and ran over to his team and knelt down to check Cleo's breathing. "She is breathing, she is just unconscious." He breathed in relief as he sat down beside her, running his hands over his head, images of his dead wife flashed behind his eyes, it was all too similar for his liking, he didn't want to Cleo die too. The other guys breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a little.