A Dark Secret

Chapter 9

"Previously On "A Dark Secret"

I looked around, seeing nothing rather dangerous, I walked around the room, feeling the walls for something, anything to get me out of here, wherever here was. There was no light switch, rather, no light switch that I could find, which was odd considering the fact that this was a basement, and dark, and someplace a regular human being would want a light switch for. But then again regular human beings don't go around knocking out random kids that show up at their doorstep and lock them in large basements. Finally, I found what I was looking for, a door. I tested the handle, it was a pull handle. I grabbed it and pulled. The door didn't budge. I re-adjusted my hold on the door and pulled, still nothing. I re-adjusted my hold for a second time, this time throwing all my weight against it and yanking back. Nothing. Then I heard a small noise and a voice.

"I-it doesn't w-work Dick. I t-tried already. They l-l-locked us in from o-outside."

I knew that voice, and it didn't sound good.

"Wally!" I cried, racing over to the spot where I first heard the voice. I knelt down by his face, which I could dimly make out in the darkness. I grabbed his arm, hoping it would comfort him a little, he sounded terrible, and the fact that he was on the ground made me worry, but before I could ask if he was ok, he beat me to it.

"W-what are you doing here R-rob?" Before I could answer him, the door was thrust open and two men waltzed in. The first was of them was a medium build, with the same red hair as Wally, only duller with age. He has cold brown eyes and walked as if he were drunk, and by the way, Wally pressed himself into me I guessed he was afraid of the man. The next one was of medium build too, but I didn't have to study him to know who he was.

"Lenard Snart.' I hissed. The man grinned and held up his cold gun, slipping his goggles onto his face.

"Seems like I made a deal with the brat over there's father. Says I can do whatever I want to his son. The boy you see right there is suffering from almost a week's worth of torture, and 10 years more of other things that I'm sure he will share with you when he slowly dies." Snart said, obviously quite pleased with himself.

"Lay a hand on him-" I began my threat, but Snart cut me off.

"Oh don't worry kid, I'll do much more," Snart said, laughing.

He set the cold gun in its case, putting the case on the floor and slowly walking over to Wally and I. I shielded Wally's body with my own, wishing that I was Robin right now so I could defend, not be such a helpless snob like I was right now. Snart forcefully grabbed me and dragged me away from Wally. It was only 4 feet, but I still kicked and screamed all the way. Snart cuffed my wrists and ankles to a pole on the wall. I kicked and bit and struggled, but Snart was strong. Stronger than Dick Grayson could ever be. I eventually fell silent, knowing that it wasn't helping Wally in the slightest. They turned Wally toward me so I could see him.

"This, Dick Grayson, is called "killing two birds with one stone". I torture the ass-brat, I torture you."

He gestured to the man who looked like Wally.

"Go ahead."Snart grinned.

As the man took a few steps closer, Wally whimpered in fear, he turned his head away from the man and instead looked at me, his green eyes large with fear. The man took out two knives.

"Thank for lending 'e these baby's." The man said, he talked like a drunk man. Leaning over Wally, he plunged the knife into his left leg. He grinned. Then took out the second knife, moved to Wally's side, and plunged it into the right side of his abdomen, he began to twist it around, spiking it and jabbing the knife. Wally, who was unprepared for this, screamed bloody murder.

"Stop!" He wailed. "Dick! Dick make it stop! Dick! Stop please!" Wally threw his head back and screamed.

"Ok, enough," Snart said in his signature cold voice. The man stood up, leaving both knives in Wally's body, and stood next to Snart. I was on the verge of crying. He adjusted his cold gun settings. Turning to me he said,

"This setting will encase anything or anyone I shoot in ice, but not give then frostbite. Because of your friend's current condition, his speedster genes, and his inability to heal, this will kill him." Snart explained, grinning.

Turning back to Wally he leveled the gun.

"No please don't!" I cried. But it was useless, as Snart froze Wally's entire lower body, from midsection down.

Then, the two men left.