I just randomly found this one my computer looking for a different document. I just decided to post it. Wrote it a long time ago too. Review I guess. May be continued but probably not.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the Warehouse and the idea... if anything.
WARNING: Extremely depressing.
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They entered the warehouse, creeping down the rusty old staircase. It creaked, echoing around the cement walls, which shook from the sound. No one spoke, the tension overwhelming them as they continued. Wind howled outside, shaking the poor dilapidated building they were in. Rats squeaked, causing M'gann to jump up against the graffiti covered walls, ordained with a multitude of faded colors and designs. They came down from a catwalk above the main floor, which was falling off the hinges and rusty. Pale moonlight flooded down from a hole in the ceiling, allowing them to see a few bugs crawl on the dusty cement.
Artemis drew an arrow, cocking it as she continued over the open floor of the warehouse. Outside, one could here the waves from the Atlantic ocean smashing against the docks. The fog crept into the warehouse, curling around with a dark, looming presence. Whispers seemed to echo as they moved, each of them silently creeping toward a form chained to the far left wall. They whispers tugged at the team, telling them to leave; they ignored it.
The form lay crumpled in a heap, it's arms lifted over itself by rusty chains that might've been used to dock a boat or keep boxes to a cargo ship. The shackles were tight on the figures wrists, cutting into them, dry blood ran down like rivers over its pale arms, and they caked the rusty shackles. It was bare chested, showing a multitude of scars and cuts and bruises, blood caked the pale torso, some fresh and some weeks old. A stab wound was leaking the sickly red liquid, it oozed down it's chest, dripping with a silent echo onto the floor. The cement was cracked around the form; bits of the wall lay strewn around with glass and sharp rocks, all littering the floor in heaps.
The figure slowly lifted its head, a dead look in the blue eyes. They'd lost their hue, their light, their sun. Simply dead inside as he stared at them. A flicker of recognition registered in it's eyes but then that faded in the dark oblivion. The pupils were dialated, large and almost engulfing the colbalt blue. Artemis gave a small gasp, and it echoed around the warehouse and caused the figure to wince from the sound. It didn't seem to register that they were there, simply staring past them; it's lonely eyes scanned them over, as if it couldn't believe they were there. And then it's head fell back down, his chin resting on his chest. Dead inside.
Robin was gone.
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