JustIce League: The Malignant Uprising

24 Hours

24 Hours Earlier: Unknown Location

My room was filled with a charred smell. It was everywhere. It seemed to stain my white sheets and tint my ivory walls. My concrete floor was cool under my toes, but it too had the burned sensations, and the dresser that held my clothes couldn't even keep the smell away. I didn't have much furniture in my small room, just a bed, a dresser, and mirror, so nothing really could hide from the smoke. My small abode was covered with it. 

 I didn't understand why the smell always followed me. Father said that if the experiments continued to show the improvement they have been showing, then I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore after the last implant. 

I sat down on my firm bed and looked at my fore arms. The newest scars were long incisions that were supposed to prep for the final implement of my powers, but they didn't look right. They were blood red. At this point though, I don't really care and I don't really know what the researcher's put in there. They've put in so many gadgets and new pieces of tech that I feel like I'm close to being a cyborg. I'm not though, but the constant shots and prodding has made me lose count of what's being done to me. 

Still weak from the surgery, I limped over to my intricate silver framed mirror and just stared. My long, curly blonde hair was tangled and knotted and frizzy. My green eyes were dulled by the bags under them and all of my once young and unique features are anything but beautiful anymore. Everything about my body wasn't at all. I clenched my fists around the hem of my black shirt. 

My arms were thin and my thighs were sticks. My neck was veiny and my face looked hollow. My feet were frail and my nails were too long. I looked dirty even though I had just showered a couple minutes ago. I look older than I should be. 

But I pushed the criticism I had to the back of my mind and remembered what father said:

God told me to choose a hero to purify the world and I chose you.

Looking like this tiny girl was something I hated, but I know it's needed for the cause. I guess an upside though is that it makes me look weak to my opponents. They'll underestimate me.

"Hey." I looked to see Macho, a guard of my father's, opening the door. "It's time." He looked sad because of the glint in his eyes. He felt pity for me. He thinks I'm weak. I may look sick, but father would know what would be good for me. This was fine. He got me this far.

I walked toward him. "I'm fine you know." I said. I showed no emotion. I knew that I couldn't show any. They are what make things weak. 

"Of course you are." He replied. He looked more like the guard my father had hired now. "You're his daughter after all." I looked into his eyes. His were filled with fear.

I stepped into the bright hallway and made my way around the ivory base. The brick hallway was long, and had an array of doors to my left and windows to my right that looked down onto a large opening with white tables with bulky men playing cards. The end of the hallway led to offices and planning stations where we coordinate our strikes. After reaching the last office with some turns here and there, I took a left toward the Med-Area. It's where all the "doctory "stuff happens I guess, but it's also where the researchers experiment. It's where my final implants will be. 

My eyes dance around the corridors as I walk. Everything was such a boring color. White was the color of power here, so everything in the base is white. We call ourselves Heaven's Complex. Otherwise known as the Complex of Heaven. Apparently it's symbolic for how we are the angels that will reshape the Earth. Father says that the divine spirit will lead us to victory, and that it will help us win the battle.