Hey everybody!! Guess what? I've moved again. For the third time. Man, this is getting old.
Anyway, this chapter really stumped me. I had no idea what to do with it so I hope this fits in with everything.
Also, super sorry for no updating all year. I've had nothing to do so I feel pretty stupid for leaving you guys hanging for more than a year. And I can't go back in my TARDIS and tell myself that. Sorry!
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Thoughts in italics

---------When---I---See---You---Again-------

Why does everyone I've ever loved have to get hurt? Anyone I've every come in contact with pays the price. Maybe this time I'll make it right. Maybe this time, I'll die instead.

Dick was pulled out of my thoughts as the talons dragged him through a steel door entrance. He looked at his surrounding surprised that he had never seen this part of the Court's base even though he'd been with them for five years. Shocking really, but also horrifying.

What was this room used for? Torture? Praise? (most likely not)Execution? Hopefully not the latter. Or anyone of them for that matter.

His mind kept going back to the one person in five years that showed me real concern.

Is Bruce okay? Did he make it out in time? If he did, is he coming for me? Or is he leaving me here to die? Probably, with everything I've done, I deserve it. He has better things to worry about then some stupid kid like me.

I wish it was me who died. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, but I'm afraid. I want to live my life how I want to. I don't want to be controlled anymore!

He looked around again, realizing that he was strapped to a steal chair. And a metal band was wrapped around his head, so he couldn't move it. His arms and legs were tied to the chair tight enough that he could hardly feel them.

The room was poorly lit. But Dick could still tell in was small and cement. The air was cold and damp with a slight tension, and there was a slight odor in the air faintly smelling of something rotted and stake. Some terrible things have happened in this room. He could tell.

A steel door to my right, the one he'd entered through, flew open with a loud BANG! He tried to turn his head to see who came in, but he couldn't move and the figure quickly walked out of eyesight.

"So you are the spirited talon."

The voice was cold and worn. It sounded as if it hadn't been used for years. The tone of it gave no hint of comforting words having ever left his mouth. This man was a man of few, but pungent, words.

"You have been a waste of time. We should have gotten rid of you long ago. This project has come to a stand still, and now we stand at a fork in the road," the man didn't show his face, but his voice seemed to come from everywhere, echoing around the small dungeon.

Suddenly, he appeared in front of the 'spirited talon'. The no-name's face was scarred, three identical scars were slashed into his face started at the right side of his forehead down to the left side of his jaw. One eyed was clouded and white while the other was bloodshot and an angry yellow color. With one glimpse, the man looked insane. His lips were curved into a permanent frown.

He growled and then stated, "The path we choose is clear to me, but the Court believes you can still be useful. But you do not have too long until they have reached their final ruling. I do not see their vision, but no talon defies their judgement. You have been entertaining however," A sinister laugh resonated off the walls, creating a chill to travel down Dick's spine.

"Your project was unpredictable. Talon blood flows through your veins, yet you refuse to except your birth right. An interesting specimen indeed. Internal demons fighting against each other in a never ending, bloody war. Even with the doctor's enhancements, you still have spirit. How can that be after all these years?" The man's thoughts flowed from his mouth in a whisper, thoughtful and curious.

In a sudden change of demeanor, he lashed out toward the  thirteen year-old. A slap sounded in the small room, and a faint red print appeared on Dick's cheek. Dick's eyes widened, but he didn't dare move. Thoughts sped through his mind, but one question kept coming back to the front of his mind.

"How do I seem useful if I've refused to comply after all these years?"

The man's head whipped around as the small voice spoke. "How dare you speak without permission, you dirty rat?! You are an instrument of the Court! You are to do nothing without command!" Another slap sounded.

Another laugh. "Your spirit is misdirected, young Talon. It would make you the best in the Court's head assassin," His words sounded jealous but thoughtful like he was trying to solve a challenging equation.

Silence engulfed the small room. Dick shook from both coldness and fear. What did this unpredictable man have planned? Why did he think that Dick would break now? He had held to sanity for five years. Yes, it was hard and almost impossible. Some nights he would sit curled up in the corner and sob for hours. All the terrible things he'd done, but he wouldn't give in. He was taught to not hurt a soul. It was one of the few things he had left of his parents, and Dick wasn't going to let these monsters to take it away from him. 

The man stood staring at the young man intently. But he stood like he was just waiting. Dick though didn't dare move an inch after the last strike to see why.

It didn't take too much time to find an answer though because two men came into the room and stood at attention.

"General Sabazios, the Court is ready to make their judgement." One spoke monotonously.

Oh, that's not good. Whenever a Talon is put in front of the Court for judgement, it usually led to a sentence to death or froze until an official sentence. If Dick was judged for his disobedience, he would surely be killed. But from how "Sabazios" speaks of him, their might be an entirely different ruling.

The two men then stepped behind Dick and undid his chains from the chair. They were soon replaced by handcuffs that cut into his wrist. As they led him out the door, Sabazios leaned down and whispered in his ear. His words chilled him to the bone.

"Off to deaths door young shadow?"

And with that question ringing in his ears, he was led away to a crossroad. His fate rested in the hands of crazy old people who kill to gain. Death or captivity. His demise or a life of suffering.

A double door was opened with a blinding light.

-------------Loser Like Me------------
The end my darlings.

Sorry again for leaving you hanging. I'm a terrible writer. Next chapter will be way longer and make up for it (hopefully).

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