Deathstroke's Shadow (DP/YJ)

Chapter 14

An inaudible groan was heard as the figure of a young boy begun to stir. 

'Where am I?' Shadow thought to himself as he started to come to.

He lifted his arm to clutch his acheing head, only to be stopped by the sound of chains rattling.

"What the-?" He questioned.

His eyes opened to reveal two dull blue eyes that no one has seen in years.

Shadow took a look at his surroundings. His hands shifted and with that bit of movement the sound of rattling chains hit his ears once again. His eyes cast down to see chains binding his right wrist. Following the chain he could see it had roughly a three feet give before being connected to the wall.

He currently sat on a cot that reaked of mildew and mold. Though he did take notice to the dampness in the cot.

'So, I'm a prisoner.'

The only single window across from him proved he was underground, so he was in a basement for sure. It was moist and dark, only the light of a single lightbulb to give the light he needed to see. The sound of water dripping off the ceiling only made the place feel more ominous. 

There were machines lining against the walls and a surgical steel hospital 'bed' in the middle of the room, surrounded by scalpals, needles, and other creepy tools. Though the 'bed' was definitely not that. It was more like one out of a morgue. There was no comforter, no blankets, just a flat steel table with a head rest on one side. Though that was not all that he took notice to; the 'bed' also had cuffs where the feet and wrists would be, as well as one across the stomach area and neck. 

'So I was taken to be, what? A lab rat? Fan-fucking-tastic.' Shadow thought sarcastically.

"Guess it's time to get out of here." He mused.

He went to turn his hand intangible, but nothing had happened.

'What the?'

He tried again and again, only for the same results. Nothing.

He groaned in frustfration, plopping himself back down on the cot and dropping his head.

It was then that he finally realised something.

He reached up slowly, grabbing a piece of his hair. What he had become so adjusted to as being a white-silvery colour, shown back black. He noticed second that the ethereal glow he usually had around him was gone.

He didn't even know how this was possible. He had reverted back to human form. One that he hadn't been in since getting full control of his powers over two years ago.

'No powers. And I'm human again. Great.' Shadow thought sarcastically.

"So, how do I get out of here?" Shadow asked himself again surveying the room with practiced ease for anything that may help him. 

He may be part ghost, but Deathstroke made sure to teach him everything for if the case arrived that he didn't have access to his powers. And as much as he thought that was a waste of time, he was now very much appreciating those long practice sessions right now. He'd have to apologise to his mentor later when he saw him next.

"You won't find anything useful." A voice spoke up.

Shadow brought his gaze up to the new figure in the room. He never even noticed him enter the room. He was supposed to be trained to notice everything, how did he miss... whatever this guy was?

The man had deathly blue skin and piercing red eyes. His black hair stood up, pointed upwards in two spots giving him a more devilish appearance. He also had fangs poking out from his mouth even when closed. Though all that wasn't what surprised Shadow the most, the man had an ethereal glow around him and he also floated about two feet above the ground.