Boomer Corn » Cap'n Boomerang

George

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story will be based on the upcoming movie, Suicide Squad. Credits to the rightful owners.

Note: I haven't read the comics, so this is going to be really different. Hoping that I'd get to read them, though :/

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"Fucking dingo," Boomerang cussed as a guard hit him with a baton.

"Move it, Boomerang." The guard hissed in reply and slapped his back for emphasis.

Boomerang rolled his eyes and begrudgingly went to sit on one of the metal benches pressed against the wall. He usually liked this time of day, early in the morning when they serve breakfast. He was a man, and he needed all the garb he could get. This particular morning, though, the guard he was assigned with was extra cranky.

He wasn't a fan of cranky.

"Had a good night's sleep?" A random criminal asked him as he slid beside the sulking Australian.

"Nah," He answered, "Wanted to bash a guy's head in."

"I certainly hope that guy's not me," The man chuckled, but Boomerang knew he was nervous.

Good. He smirked. Wet your pants while you're at it. I'd like to see some fun in this shithole.

Boomerang gave no further reply as he stood up and went to line for his food. Fuck, he was really hungry.

As he reached for a metal plate, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. He dreamt about her last night. Again.

Third fucking time this week, He thought.

His dream was always the same. A girl he knew all too well would enter, and she would be holding a plush toy. He recalled its name as Boomer.

The scene would then change and he would find himself in an old white house, holding a heart shaped locket. He was never given the chance to open it in his dream, but he knew what was inside. It was a picture that was forever embedded in his mind.

"Hey! Do you want some o' these or not?"

Boomerang snapped back to reality, connecting eyes with an old man who was waving his hands in front of his face. Sneering, Boomerang said to the man, "Give me all your fucking food, dickbag."

The old man rolled his eyes, but nonetheless gave Boomerang what he asked.

As the old man finally finished scooping him some prison grease, Boomerang walked back to his seat with a frown on his face. He was getting really distracted by that girl.

"He's got a gun! Get away from him!"

Startled, Boomerang looked up and saw dozens of S.W.A.T. members around him, pointing their guns in his direction. He looked around, wondering why the hell were they pointing their guns at him.

"What the fuck did I do?" He said aloud.

"Give us the gun, Boomerang." One man said.

"Gun? I don't have a fucking gun." He stated, confused.

"Harkness, if you submit accordingly then we won't---"

Bang

Boomerang fell to the floor with a loud thud, his food splattered on the floor. A man approached him, smirking triumphantly as he saw the dart sticking out of Boomerang's shoulder.

"You took too long," He glanced to the other members who were looking at him with wide eyes, "Waller needs him transferred immediately."

"But, you just---"

"Put a gigantic beast into sleep. You're welcome." He offered a rare smile to the gaping men, "My name's Rick Flag."

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Hi, fellow Skwad!

Thank you for stumbling upon my story. And as you have seen on the cover, it's about our favourite Ozzie, Cap'n Boomerang. I hope you will be with me till the end!