Fight or Flight(Young Justice Fanfiction) NOW UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Chapter 6 (July 3rd 2010 14:15)

Chapter 6

(July 3rd 2010 14:15)

It’s been 7 months since I’ve seen my mother. That’s more than half of a year. The people here won’t tell me anything about what’s going on with her, or anyone back in Rosegate. All I know is she was freaking out, I bet the entire town is freaking out. Rosegate being one of those towns where everybody knows everybody.

Usually on July 4th Andy and I would dress up in red, white and blue, and run through the town carrying giant flags.

But I might not see them again. I won’t get to hug my mom, or finally visit my father’s grave. I’ll never get to tell Andy I was in love with him. Of course I didn’t know it when I could have told him. What does a 13 year old know about love?

But I’m not just any old teenager anymore.

The serum they gave me was supposed to give me superpowers. Working with the doctors it did work. I could fly, I was incredibly strong and I could do so much more. Built to be the perfect super solider. With the powers, plus my amazing aim from my days of playing darts in the diner, throw in my unbelievable fighting skills I got from them. They were getting close to their perfect solider.

They had me fight those stupid robots every day, going through excruciating tests involving needles and other medical equipment. Everyday something got better.

And every day a little more of Rory Parker died.

I shudder against the drywall behind me. Thinking of all the torture I’ve endured the past 7 months. When I get back to Rosegate…If I get back to Rosegate would they even want me around?

I look at my hands feeling the unstable power course through my veins. In my usual training armor that I’ve had since that first fight in the arena. Let me rephrase hated since that first day in the arena. It made me feel like a monster, a threat. Even without any weapons I was dangerous as a nuclear bomb.

My hair catches on a nail in the wall, I carefully untangle my hair from the nail. My fingers grazing the open wounds on my back, a small sting of pain runs through my body.

I got in a training exercise, let’s just say it involved an electrical field. Blindly following these doctors, testing my limits. Even if the test had a chance of killing me. They didn’t care if they broke me, if I died. I was a test subject after all. Well actually all the doctors except Maria, who was for some reason helping me through everything. Trying to help me escape.

Of course I had tried to escape, did you all think I was a crazy. No, well you should. I try to escape almost every week. But no matter how hard I fought they always had me back in my cell in hours. Why you may ask, well let me introduce you to the stupid golden ring around me head. I couldn’t get it off, only they could. What does it do you may ask? It controls me, well it allows them to control me.

But I wasn’t gonna stop trying to escape I would never stop trying to escape, and thanks to Maria when I did get out of here I wouldn’t be completely defenseless.

I look towards the black back pack that was up against the wall next to me. That water resistant beauty was filled with clothes, food, weapons, first aid kit, money, pretty much anything someone would need to survive. It also contained everything I had with me the day I got taken.

I pressed a hand to the wall and focused on the noise around me. Voices get louder, clearer. Till I heard Schwimmer’s voice loud and clear in my ears. I listen carefully to the words he was saying.

“She is progressing through combat training and agile abilities quiet quickly. But her powers seem to have stopped developing and are becoming continuously unstable” Schwimmer explains to somebody.

“What do you want to do?” Somebody asks. I didn’t know their voice. The voice was deep and thickly accented with an accent I couldn’t recognize.

“I would like to inject her with a SP serum upgrade and have her put into a coma the rest of the year” Schwimmer says. “This will allow her strength to double. When it’s over SP1 will be as strong as Superman and with work stronger”

A coma? The rest of the year? When was I gonna get to go home

“But throughout the coma SP1 must be under constant mental training. Her brain must absorb knowledge and be put into physical situations where her brain can learn how to react in them using her powers not her skill” Schwimmer continues.

“Very well do as you see fit” the deep voice says. I stand up tears sliding down my face, I swipe at my face trying to keep myself from crying. They were gonna put me to sleep? They were gonna keep my family away from me? They were gonna mess with my mind more than they already have?

I slam my fist into a nearby wall, I wasn’t wearing my gloves so my knuckles cracked and bled onto the concrete. I slump against a wall and let the tears slide down my face.

No! Please God! Send somebody to help me.  I say in my head, hopeful for a moment before the sadness consumes me and I fall asleep crying.

AUTHORS NOTE:

OH NO!!!! WHATS GONNA HAPPEN???

This chapter is dedicated to @rachelgrayson16. By the looks of it she is a brand new user. I am pretty honored that she would follow me, even though it was probably random. But whatever you get a dedication newbie @rachelgrayson16. Welcome to Wattpad, and if you’re not actually new to Wattpad I’m just gonna say Hi.

Remember to check out my other account @borntoright, I write nonfanfiction stories there. Go check out my story A Writer's Mission Impossible. Also my new story Taxis to Rickshaws. Also watch out for my stories that will be coming out soon, A Crooked Bullet and Roofless in Middleburg.

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