Issue #4: Ill in the Head

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"How's it going so far?" I asked Cleo as I met up with her. I was able to get a piece of paper and pencil for my free roam period and I sat at a table as Cleo pried the gum out from underneath it. The pencil was covered in rubber and the tip was dull. I hope they realize I can still kill people with this.

"Not too bad, only tedious. But it's better than cleaning the toilets." She said before yawning.

"UGH THIS IS DISGUSTING!" I heard Blackfire shout from the bathroom area. We both quietly laughed.

"Isn't this Blackfire girl a posh alien princess? How did you convince her to go on toilet duty?" I asked Cleo.

"It's a trick Sebastian and I came up with after the first time I did bathroom duty because never again are we going in there to clean." She said. "I may have lived my youth in the sewers and enjoy the company of one of the world's quote 'most disgusting creatures'-" Sebastian then squeaked in offense. "I'm quoting other people I don't think you guys are disgusting!" She defended herself before petting Sebastian on the head. "As I was saying, there's only so much I can take. "

"What did you guys say to her?"

"Just that if she was doing the gum that she had to take Sebastian with her because the bathrooms here make him nauseous and then he pretended to throw up just thinking about it." Cleo said.

"Wow, what an evil mastermind you are, Ratcatcher 2." I said with a smirk and she laughed.

"What're you working on?" She asked getting up to look at the paper.

"I was thinking about this yesterday. Much more of Carpenter's stchick than mine but I still think it's interesting." I began to explain. "It's a plunger with a retractable blade. The idea is to use the plunger as a bit of a way to maybe rescue someone just to shoot the blade out and stab them suddenly. Like an element of surprise. Still trying to figure out how to get the blade to shoot out."

"You're really into the torture thing, aren't you?"

"Well I mean if I'm good at it." I shrugged.

"So did you have other plans in life or did you just come out of your mother crazy?"

"I didn't really have many plans until about a year or so. I got really into psychology before-" I stopped myself.

"What's wrong?"

"Look, I made a promise to myself the last time I got betrayed by a group of friends that I trusted I wouldn't trust anyone again with my baggage because every time they ran away after finding it out." I said.

"Baggage worse than killing your friends on Halloween dressed like a knock off version of a 40's movie?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yeah and why would you even wanna be my friend anyways after finding that out? I'm no good for anyone and hanging around me is only gonna get you killed."

"...If I die because I gambled on love, then it would be a worthy death." She told me. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. "I'm not all that concerned with you killing people and I don't think less of you for it. It's not like I haven't murdered a fair share of people in my past, it's just that you remind me of Deadshot and some of the other people here. Floyd surrounded of life with killing other people to stop him from killing himself." Again, she looked at me with these damned concerned eyes, but it didn't change the fact how close to home she hit. I wasn't going to do this right now, especially without my mask. I got up from the table and walked away. I heard the first syllable of my name come out of Cleo's mouth but she stopped herself as she could sense I needed a little alone time. I walked past the bathrooms and heard someone throwing up before Blackfire walked out in anger, chugging a bottle of water before hyperventilating and holding her head. I tried my best to ignore what just happened and learn more about this alien girl. I was interested as I knew about the Supers and Martian Manhunter but I had never met a real life alien before.

"You earthling meatsacks are fucking disgusting! It's like cleaning up after a thousand Gorthnacks!"

"Is that your people's equivalent to The Snyder Cult?"

"I have no idea what the fuck that is."

"It's what I called all the meatheads and bimbos obsessed with the sports at my old college." I explained. "How long have you been stranded here on Hell on Earth, Princess?"

"Long enough. I need to get the fuck out of here. They haven't let me out of this shithole since I showed up. The first time they send me out with the Kill Yourself Krew or whatever I'm making a run for it."

"You do realize they put bombs in our heads to stop that exact thing from happening, right?" I said.

"I'm a Tameranean elite, if you seriously think any of your Earth weapons can come close to damaging me you're even stupider than you look."

"I don't know, I could probably whip something up that could do some damage."

"Is that a threat?" She asked, now with glowing purple eyes, but I think that's as much power as she can really use right now with the power dampener on.

"No it's a brag about how great I am at inventing torture weapons, but honestly, keep pushing my buttons and someone's getting stabbed." I told her. Her eyes when back to normal and she gave me a coy smirk.

"You've got balls, I'll give you that much. Tell you what, meat sack, I'll give you the honors of being my royal prime slave if you finish cleaning this bathroom for me."

"You know he can't do that, Blackfire! Get back to work!" A guard shouted. Honestly these guys do such a good job at not interfering you forget they're there, which is probably why this place is somehow the world's most secure prison and also has the highest death rate.

"It's okay, boys, I wasn't going to help her anyways." I said.

"Ugh! Whatever, you all can go to hell!" Blackfire shouted before walking back into the bathroom.

"We're already there!" I called out. Once she was gone I lost the smile I sported a couple seconds ago. I had a storm of emotions going on in my head after that talk with Cleo. I kept walking back to my cell before someone bumped into me. The absolute biggest no name I had ever possibly seen. In a prison filled with D Listers, this guy must have been a Z Lister.

"Hey! Watch where you're going Bitch! Say you're sorry!" He shouted at me. "Hey! I'm talking to you faggot!" He called out again making me stop. I looked back at him with a feeling of rage and I was seeing red but again, I got an extremely horrible headache. I dropped to one knee. The room was spinning. I tried to calm down and let it be but...

"Ah, fuck it." I said before standing up and walking over to the guy, dodging a punch and jamming my pencil into his throat.

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