A/N: Hey everybody! So this is my first suicide squad story and the first time I've posted in quite awhile. This is based on my OC Mallory, Rick Flag's younger half sister and my take on what happens after our favourite bad guys are locked back up. This chapter is kind of an intro to get going so it will be a tad shorter than what I'm planning for the rest.

Disclaimer: I own Mallory and that's it!

Rated M for violent themes, language and perhaps eventual seeeeex.

So without further ado, here we go!

I can honestly say I would rather be covered head to toe in fire ants rather than sitting in the back of this reeking cigarette smoke filled SUV and it's two other asshole inhabitants. Particularly one extra big asshole. That asshole you should know, is my brother. No half brother, I think that's an important tidbit of information because as far as two people go, we could not be any more different. My brother, the good Boy Scout turned good boy soldier but really is nothing more than a bitter redneck. And me, well actually I can't say I'm much better, I'm not a good person by any means but I can say in confidence that I have a sparkling personality. That counts for something, right? Anyway I'm sitting in the back of this SUV because of the fact that I'm not 100% a good person. In fact, i'll just be honest...I'm a major klepto. Like big time fan of stealing shit that I want and/or need, usually just want. I figure that if I really want it enough, why should I pay for it? People ask ridiculous prices for crap they don't care about anyway. Unfortunately for me, the general world doesn't see it the same way. So my mother in her infinite wisdom decided it would do me some good to come spend some time with my wonderful big brother, her pride and joy, the worlds greatest son. The salt of the earth, a man who would give you the shirt off -

"Hey! You awake back there?"

I'm quickly brought out of my thoughts by the very subject. I yawn and stretch my legs out.

"Yeah I'm fine," I say stiffly. "Are we there yet? It's been so long I can't even feel if I have an ass anymore."

My brother turns to look back at me from his spot in the passenger seat.

"Soon enough. Try bein' patient alright?"

I stick my tongue out at him and all he does is sigh.

"Listen Mal, I'm doing Mom a huge favour here, I don't like this either but we have to make it work because that's just the way it is. You are my sister, my only sister and..."

"And what? You love me? Save it. I'm your half sister remember, and you can call me Mallory," I interrupt. He looks almost taken aback before a glare crosses his face.

"Have it your way then. But remember, you're 25 years old Mallory, and you've done shit all to show for it. You've spent a good chunk of your adult life doing nothin' but fuckin' stealing and getting into trouble. It stops now."

"Whatever Rick," I say quietly.

He gives me one final cross look before turning back to face the windshield, but I can see him peering at me from the corner of his eye.

"Me an' June figured you'd be more comfortable having your own space so she helped decorate the guest room in our place, thought it would make you feel more...welcome."

"How sweet," I reply. "I'm guessing this June is the missus I heard about then?"

"She's my lady yeah, and I expect you to be nothing but pleasant towards her, hear me?"

"Oh of course, complete angel," I say with a fake smile. Rick huffs but doesn't say anything. He knows me at least well enough to know that that's the best he's going to get out of me. I'm trying not to be a total bitch, I swear. We had begun winding down a narrow road surrounded by nothing but seemingly endless swampland.

"Five minutes sir," I hear the gruff voice of the driver speak up.

"You know you wouldn't sound like a robot deep throated a bag of dicks if you put down the smokes right?" I say smartly.

"Geezus Christ Mallory!" Rick snaps. "Watch your mouth!"

Okay maybe I am a tiny bit of a bitch.

As smoke breath said, we pulled up to a large compound literally five minutes later and I made a face as I peered out the window.

"Uh Rick? This isn't the apartment is it?"

"Nope," he replied opening his door. "This is just a quick stop on the way. Sorry for the inconvenience princess."

Sighing, I went to open my door but as I reached for the handle it was opened for me. I looked up into the pock marked face of the driver and gave him a weak smile. He just glared back, well that was to be expected. Hitching my satchel up onto my shoulder I slid out of the large vehicle onto the muddy ground.

"This place is like in the middle of nowhere," I said glancing around.

"That's the point," Rick said from beside me. "It's a prison."

"A prison?!" I repeated. "What the hell are we doing here?"

Rick put his hand to my back and guided me forward, I shrugged him off and continued to follow his lead toward the daunting building.

"Like I said, quick work stop. This place is the whole reason me an' June moved out here. I got placed in charge a few months ago and if I'm gonna run things right I need to be close by."

"Good ole Louisiana," I muttered.

"Also, if I'm being honest, I thought this might be a good lesson for you."

"Lesson?" I asked. I was half paying attention, half staring at our driver ahead of us carrying a heavy assault rifle, now realizing the magnitude of it all.

"Of what will happen if you keep going down the path you're going," he replied. "This here is Belle Reve."

We stopped in front of a huge sign and my gaze was instantly captivated. Along with the words Welcome to Belle Reve was a massive depiction of a skeleton locked behind bars. The words printed underneath 'Till death do us part' floated across my vision. My throat went dry.

"This is where the worst of the worst are kept," Rick continued. "Since I'm in charge here, they're under my command. I say who gets to eat, sleep and shit."

I stared at my half brother with my mouth hanging open slightly. He smirked and gestured me to come along as we made to get moving towards the entrance.

"Nothing to worry about," he said calmly. "Everyone is under tight security. No getting out." He glanced at me quickly. "Nervous?"

I stared at him hard, my fists clenched and blew a strand of black hair out of my face. "I think I can handle it."

"Good," he said as we were about to be cleared inside. "But just so you know ain't nothin' wrong with being a little afraid."

If only he knew that the last thing I was feeling was afraid. No, I was excited. And a real genuine smile lit my face as we walked inside.