EVEY: Jason Todd x OC

Chapter 1: Hanging on

"Watch her while i'm taking care of business, boys. Feel free to have fun with her, she's too gone to even know what's going on right now." The man in the anonymous mask speaks, walking out the door without even glancing at me. His two goons nod, then turn to look at me with devious smirks. Sweat trickles down my chin as I shake uncontrollably. I feel like my lungs have been shattered. Maybe they have. My speech is replaced with gasps of air as I try to protest, obviously in pain

"Sorry, we don't speak that language." One of the goons says, causing the other to burst out in a fit of laughter.

You will soon, I think as the rage boils inside of me. Using all of that rage building up, I tug on the ropes that restrain my hands and feet. Snap. My hands are free. In one swift movement, I reach over and grab the scalpel on the stand to the left of me. The men jump back, pressing a button on their suits which I assume calls in back up. By the time their finger leaves the button, my full body is free and one of the goons has a scalpel in their throat.

I pick up the chair that once restrained me and bring it down on the last thug's head, hearing the satisfying clunk of him on the ground. He groans out in pain. Sorry, I don't speak that language is what I really wish I could say right now. I'm about to make my sweet escape when he stabs me in the ankle with a huge needle, filled with something blue. I scream as whatever it is sends pain through my already aching body. Shit! I pick up a sharp broken piece of the wooden chair and stab him in the neck out of anger. Blood pours from his mouth, leaving him a red-faced mess.

"Go, Go, Go!" A bunch of Anonymous's goons poor in the room, aiming their semi-automatic rifles at me.

I run, as fast as I can without thinking and burst through the large window located in the room with my arms pulled up over my face in an X. A bullet grazes my side. I'll live, I think. Another bullet lands in my arm. I'll live, I think once again. The men continue shooting as I free fall, hitting the ground with a thud. I let out an ear piercing scream as a shard of glass from the window punctures me somewhere around the stomach area. Keep moving, I mentally encourage myself as everything grows blurry. My vision fluctuates between blurry and clear as I stumble through the trees. The gunfire stops once I am out of view from the hell I was in.

Holding my stomach and breathing heavy, I try and recognize my surroundings. I'm in a forest of some sort, its day time and the only sounds are the birds chirping. My breathing intensifies as everything duplicates. Great, I'm seeing double now. I hear my blood dripping on the leaves as I take cautious steps. Snap. Crack. Before I know it my leg is wrapped in a rope and i'm hanging upside down from a tree. The damn twig triggered it! Tears slide down my forehead while I dangle. There's only one way for me to get free.

My bloody hands reach for the glass shard that runs through my front side, then to the back. Here goes nothing. I bite my lip hard, pulling the shard out of my side slowly. Whimpering, I yank it out hard and fast. No need to be slow. These traps could trigger an alarm somewhere and more of anons men will come for me. Back and forth, back and forth. I move my arms in that motion as I slice at the thick rope with the glass shard. I go faster than I wanted to, sending me crashing to the ground without warning. Everything spins as the blood spills from my gash. I'll die, I think. No more "I'll live."

I find myself running in a direction unknown. I could be even going in circles, but I wouldn't know because everything looks so trippy. Whatever that goon injected me with is messing with my brain. After running for about a half hour, holding onto life by a thread, I collapse. My head hits something hard and cold. A street? I don't know. I can't see much. Everything is really dim and my eyes are uncontrollably closing and opening. The quick breaths I was taking are now long and dragged out as I army crawl. An attempt to make it somewhere.