Frost

Chapter 1.

I groaned as the guard threw me into the cage that I have been forced to live in for eight years. My small limbs were stiff and ached after the terrible beating I had just received. Cuts and bruises littered my entire body, no doubt a few broken ribs adding to the pain. I clutched my side as the pain pulsed throughout the rest of my body. I curled myself into a small ball, careful not to jolt any of my wounds and make them worse. A few tears fell down my face as I stared at the locked door that kept me in this terrible prison. On my wrist was a small, silver bracelet. It was the only thing keeping me here. It kept me from using my powers and if I tried to escape, it could shock me.

I have been in this place for so long I cannot even remember what color my eyes are. My once pearl white hair is now a nasty brownish gray with a tint of red from dirt and blood. My skin is a deathly pale with marks covering almost every inch of me. What little clothing I wore was torn and barely stayed on my small frame. If I had a mirror, I know for sure I would look like a disaster.

I heard a sound coming from the door, pulling me out of my boring thoughts. But I would rather stay in my boring thoughts than deal with what might come through that door. I heard as someone try to open the door and scooted as far away from the door as I could, which hurt because of my broken ribs. As the door opened, a light blinded me, making me turn away before I could see who stood in front of me.

"It's not time yet! I just got back! Let me rest!" I screamed in panic, my voice hoarse from screaming during my torture session. I did not want to go back to torture again. Not today, not ever, and definitely not so soon after my second one for today.

I caught a glimpse of someone walking towards me and I tried to move farther away, but the wall kept me where I was. Stupid walls.

"Calm down. Miss, we are not going to hurt you. We want to get you out of here." I turned to the older boy crouched down at me level. His voice was calm, along with his kind, gray eyes. He reached his hand out to me and I hesitated, looking up at his eyes before taking it. He slowly helped me stand, holding my arms as I balanced myself on him.

"I am Aqualad. We are going to get you out of here, alright?" I nodded. "What is your name?" He asked as we started slowly walking out of the cage. We were just outside of the cage where two other boys stood. One was short with black hair and the other was a little taller than me with a red and yellow suit on.

"Kyra, I'm Kyra. Who are you, people?" I asked eyeing the other two boys.

"I'm Robin and this is Kid Flash." The shorter boy said. Flash. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been here?"

"I was eight when they took me. I-I'm pretty sure it's been eight years." Other boys' eyes widened behind their masks. They looked at each other and I looked away from them, looking around the room we were in.

The walls were a dark reddish pink and medical equipment was all around the room. But what I noticed the most was the boy in a pod in the center of the room.

"Who is that?" I asked, drawing their attention.

"Who...?" Robin's voice drew out till he took notice of the pod with the boy in it.

"Big K little R. The atomic symbol for Krypton. How did I not notice this before?" Kid Flash asked. Wait a second...

"Krypton... Superman... I knew Superman..." I muttered but Aqualad heard me since he was still holding me.

"You know Superman?" He asked, drawing the attention of the others.

"My Uncle, when he was busy Superman would babysit me. It was either him or Diana." I said, still staring at the pod.