CHAPTER 9

The guard passed out, falling to the ground with blood spilling every. Ivy looked down at his body with no emotion. Then she looked back at Harley.

"Good job." She said sarcastically.

"Eh, I could've done better."

"You do realize that there will be guards coming for you."

"I'm used to it. Now stop nagging at me, it's giving me a headache." Harley exclaimed.

"They'll probably put you to fry. Why did you do that?"

"Because... It was fun." Ivy knew she was hiding something. But, she let it slide.

"You're crazy." She spoke calmly.

"Thank you!" Harley was genuinely happy that she was called crazy.

"Quinn!" One guard yelled. Their were guards rushing into her cell as she laughed. Harley didn't care that they were dragging and pulling her. On the other hand, it angered Ivy.

She was angry that she cared and Harley didn't. She was angry that Harley did something so stupid and for what reason? She was angry that Harley had to suffer the pain, alone.

She tried to work up her powers but it was really difficult from all the gases that had weakened her. But, she tried. She pushed up the rage so that it would consume her body. It hurt but she didn't care.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she endured the pain. Her eyes were now glowing green. She pushed herself harder and harder. It felt like the ground was crumbling beneath her. All she could think about was what was gonna happen to Harley and it made her so mad.

"Ahhh!" She screamed. She couldn't hear anyone. All she could hear was her thoughts. Her mind was racing. Then she blacked out. She pushed herself past her limits.

When she woke up, she felt a little dizzy. She looked around and saw that the room was filled with gas. The kind that weakened her. It was a smoky fog. She tried to move but she couldn't.

There were chains on her wrists.

She knew she made a mistake. She was thinking about how she was such an idiot for being so reckless. She knew she was acting different.

She also knew why. Harley Quinn. That was one of the reasons they stopped being friends. They changed each other in ways they didn't like.

She struggled to breathe as the smoke filled her lungs. She tried to stand up but she fell to the ground. Her veins were bulging out of her forehead as she pressured herself.

"Let me out of here!" She yelled as she tried to stand again. "Let me out!" She repeated. Finally someone burst in the door just as she fell again.