LANCE
I stumble along in darkness. The hands wrap around in my arms are hard. Creepily bone hard. I imagine this Wayne Rec Center was in the middle of the city, I heard the rattle of fence. A gate opened, along with hurried voices and strange shuffles of feet.
My feet scrape against the pebbles of stones and sand. Then the surface change into metal surface. The place around me suddenly turned quiet. Only our feet echoed loudly. At my left, Lista said,
"Dan, prepare our prisoners." I stopped midway.
Prisoners…he don't mean Magnus and Seven?
"Hey, keep walking kid." Lista pushed me forward. The two skully warriors who had my arms drag me with them, forcing my feet to stumble with the chains tugging on my skin. We've crossed narrow hallways and catwalks, sometimes they need to squeeze themselves around me so we'll fit.