Title: Not Yet Gone But Already Forgotten (part I in an in-progress work)
Author: Amy of Amelia From A Fairy Tale
Category: Young Justice (cartoon)
Rating: PG-13/T (TW: blood)
Premise: Because Roy was in the same scenario that Rob, KF, and Aqualad were in “Independence Day”, but no one came to save him. Spoilers for Auld Acquaintance.
DFKJHDFDSLKf BECAUSE THE SEASON FINALE LEFT ME WITH TOO MANY FEELS TO HANDLE. I plan on doing a Part II of sorts to this, when Roy wakes up. Haven’t decided how that’ll go yet, though.
The security had been compromised at the Cave. Somebody – Roy wasn’t sure of his name yet, but they’d certainly know his when he got out of here – had let slip to the enemies its location, though whether an accident or on purpose was unclear as of yet.
Either way, Roy was still here because of this leak, trapped God knows how many floors below ground level in a strange facility. The walls were a bulbous pink color, and if he squinted past the harsh light, he could just make out small creatures floating in the paler pink bubbles in an unnerving way that reminded him of the way an infant floats in its mother’s womb. Grunting, he struggled against the bonds that held him in place, vertical in what could only be called a pod.
To his delight and relief, he found that one of the clasps around his wrists wasn’t locked in place properly. With enough wiggling, he managed to release his right wrist, and from then he proceeded to make his escape of the rest of the clasps. Roy made his way over to a separate case, which held his bow and arrows inside. The only obstacle between him and his best weapon appeared to be just glass, so he wrapped his hand in his yellow hat and punched through it.
Immediately, alarms began to blare. In a panic, Roy threw his hat aside, forgotten in lieu of his more valuable bow. He barely had time to notch an arrow in the bow before the door slid open and the monstrous mutant creatures rushed in, along with a man that Roy was pretty damn positive was a member of the League, or at least a good guy. Guardian, he thought. A few moments later, a brunette man with a ponytail and a lab coat came huffing and puffing behind his army of grotesque creatures, shouting orders between pants of breath.
“Get the sidekick – back – in the pod! I- have orders – from the – Cadmus Board of Directors – Detain him!” The creations surged forward, and Roy quickly utilized an exploding arrow. It blew the foremost creatures aside, knocking them out of the fight, but many still aimed to attack him. Shooting arrow after arrow, the young sidekick managed to keep many of the creatures at bay, but eventually he ran out. Hand to hand didn’t work well on the creatures, and before he knew it, one of the larger ones was carrying him into another room with a different pod, hooking him up in it with the help of the traitorous League member.
“You’ll never get away with this,” Roy hissed as they secured the last cuff, “I’ll escape again, and Green Arrow will come – the League will come!” The scientist from before stepped forward, a sinister smile on his face as he pushed up his glasses.
“Oh really? Let’s fix that…” With a wordless gesture, he called an uninjured creature to his side. He placed his hand on its head for a moment, then released it. The creature – practically a walking knife – made its way forward as the same man pressed a few buttons on his computer, lowering Roy’s pod until it was horizontal.
As it raised a single bladed arm, Roy knew exactly what would happen moments before it truly did. He tucked his arm as close to his side as he possibly could with the constraints, but it was no use – a split second later, the creatures arm fell, and burst of white-hot pain and warm, red blood exploded over Roy’s vision. An agonized scream of pain escaped his lips despite his best efforts, and continued as the evil scientist gave a rather demented laugh at his side.
“Let’s see you escape with that, sidekick…” With that, he dug a needle into Roy’s uninjured – whole – arm, and consciousness immediately began to slip away from the young archer. Before he fell completely under (for years, he would later learn, much to his horror), he could just make out creatures rushing forward to bandage his arm and stem the bleeding, and the scientist picking up his disembodied, lifeless, arm.
“I know exactly what we can do with this…”
The last words Roy Harper heard before he slipped into his unnatural (frozen) slumber.