Fire Heart {Suicide Squad}

{4}

Faith was awoken by the sound of locks unlocking. She jumped up from her spot and saw a line of guards with their weapons up. She smirked, "What is it now?" "Your coming with us." One said. She nodded with a sly smile and gave them her hands. When one was about to cuff her though she slammed his head against the cage.

The guards began to attack her while she attacked them.

She head slammed one onto the floor and blood formed.

She jumped on the head of another..and another.

"ENOUGH!" She heard the woman's voice.

"Amanda dear, join me..it'll be fun." Faith stopped and looked up at the woman.

She woman smirked and suddenly Faith was out like a light bulb.

*******

Faith woke up and she was strapped to a dolly. She struggled to get lose but it didn't work. She was suddenly pushed into a room with needles. She panicked because she was terribly afraid of needles.

"GET THAT AWAY FROM ME!" She growled but the female doctor did as she wanted and stuck it in Faith's neck. Faith was moved again but this time outside..Which Faith hasn't been for a long time. She squinted as she was fully pushed into it. The dolly stopped and Faith realized she was surrounded by inmates also in straps.

"Unstrap them." A colonel named Rick Flag spoke and the straps were taken off. Faith hopped out and rubbed her wrist which were now red.

"Hi, boys! Harley Quinn. How do you do?!" A woman known as the infamous Harley Quinn  spoke.

Everyone stared at her including Faith.

"What was that?
I should kill everyone and escape?
Sorry. The voices.
I'm kidding. jeez!
That's not what they really said." She cracked up and everyone walked in different direction.

Faith looked around and saw a guy with cocoa skin talking to rick.

"What do we got here." The man asked Rick.

"12 pounds of shit in a 10- pound sack." Rick chuckled.

Rick opened the bag and a guy with a green wife beater popped out.

"Welcome to party, Captain Boomerang." Rick said but then suddenly the guy punched an officer and he was restrained against a black truck.

"Hey, hey, hey ... What's going on, man?" He asked with an Australian accent.

"Calm Down."

"Hey, one minute I'm playing Mahjong with me nanna ...
then this red streak hits me outta nowhere." Captain Boomerang.

  "Shut up! You were caught robbing a diamond exchange." Rick sneered.

"I was not!"

"Here comes Slipknot." Rick turned towards the black SUV that stopped.

{Faith's POV}

I turned around to look at everyone..you know in case I didn't make.

I saw a crocodile man.

Then Harley

Then the Cocoa man

Boomerang

And lastly a guy with tattoos. He looked very interesting. He looked back at me and smirked. I felt my cheeks getting red and I smiled back.

He walked towards me and i mentally slapped myself.

"Hey nina. The name's Chato Santana but they call me El Diablo." He spoke with grin.

"The devil?" I questioned hoping i didn't offend him.

"Si, It's my..fire powers." He spoke sadly. I put a hand on his shoulder and smiled a cheeky smile, "Hey Chato. The name's Faith but they call me Rosarama." I said. Chato was about to say something but Rick started talking.

"Listen up!
In your necks ...
injection you got,
it's a nanite explosive.
as the size of a rice grain ...
but it's powerful as a hand grenade.
You disobey me, you die.
You try to escape, you die.
You otherwise irritate or vex me, and guess what?
You die."

Harley raised her hand, "I'm known to be quite vexing just forewarning you."

Rick turned to her, "LADY SHUT UP!" She dropped her hand with a pout.

"This is the deal. You're going somewhere very bad ...
to do something that'll get you killed. But until that happens ...
you're my problem.

"What was that a pep talk?" I rolled my eyes with a smirk.

"Yeah that was a pep talk..There's your stuff." He pointed to chests in different corners.

"Grab what you need for a fight. We're wheels up in 10."

The guy i heard name was Deadshot aka Floyd said, "You might wanna work on
your team motivation thing."

I stepped in ," Ever heard of Phil Jackson?" I said in a British accent. He nodded, "Yeah."

Floyd chuckled, "He's like a gold standard. OK." "Triangle bitch. Study." I stuck out my tongue. Floyd chuckled again and pointed to me then walking in the other direction.

I skipped to my chest that was labeled Rosarama in purple spray paint.