Zalika Zatara

“all i did was relax all break but i still wanna relax… yet my hand keeps reaching out for my bow and forcing me to go to the shooting range… oh come on don’t look at me like that, old habits die hard.”

“i understand that. i spent all break reading about magic.”

Lola was in a great mood. She’d spent the entire break with her father, so nothing could bring her down. 

“Hi!” She smiled. “How was your break?”

“It was good. I spent most of it reading. How was yours?”

         As a force of nervous habit, Krystal had an insatiable need to rub and keep rubbing her eyes. Galaxies danced across her vision as the blonde stifled a yawn and stumbled through the crowded cafeteria. She was in a PANIC, albeit exhausted, and couldn’t help but trudge herself down the hallway as though it took every last of her reserve strength. Something inside of Krys was GNAWING at her, insistent, pleading at her to REMEMBER. But there were no memories to muster, at least none she could muster from the vast canyon of her subconscious, and she feared perhaps she’d once again been RESET by her father. 

         She slid into the benches of a vacant table, head bowed between her arms, hands clasped against her ears to drown out the sounds of the world around her, (( All the Crock wanted was to figure out what the FUCK was wrong with her, why she felt the way she did… )) when she became hyperaware of another presence behind her.  ❛  Can I HELP you?  ❜

       Zalika was exhausted. She didn’t know what had brought it on. She hadn’t spent the night doing anything. She hadn’t been doing any magic the day before so she was unsure of why she felt so tired. She had decided to go down to the cafeteria to get some coffee. Upon walking into the cafeteria she realized that she was still in her sweatpants and t-shirt, but she was too tired to force herself to go back up to change.

“it is my birthday. 22nd one at that. so would you please go be useless somewhere else and let me actually enjoy my drink and the fact that this school hasn’t shipped me off somewhere unlike on my 21st”

“i hope that you have a good birthday!” she said with a smile. “is there anything that you want as a gift?”

                 The question piqued his interest and the mercenary glanced up, noting the girl      in front of him, how she had the same hair of Gab—- Forget it. She wasn’t coming      back. His sister was NEVER coming back. In the haze of his high, Xander grinned      broadly. “Depen’s,” he began, always having a softer spot for females. Unless they      were threatening. A danger. This one clearly was not. “If you’ve done it before, sure.      If not —- You’ve got’a lemme walk ya through it, an’ I decide how much.” No one      OD’s on Xander’s watch. “One more thing. I gotta getcha name first, sweets. How’s      ‘bout we have ourselves a deal?”

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       “Maybe I am in constant pain– at a school, surrounded by people which half of I am not fond of.” The Atlantean shrugged.

      She sighed. “Come on there must be some good things about the school or at least something that you like here.”

       “You mean, like this?”

      “Close, but you look like your in pain which makes it a little unbelievable.”

         “Do I look approachable to you?”

        “Yep, very but it would help if you smiled more and didn’t seem so upset with the world.”

When someone came to her aid, a student nonetheless, Roxanna turned her attention away from the person in front of her. “You did not need to help me, but thank you.” She noted the girl’s tone finding the venom behind it intriguing. “Do as she says or I will not stop what she may do.”

Zalika was normally a friendly person, but with her mother missing it seemed that part of her had disappeared. “I don’t mind.” She said to the brunette before turning to the other person. “I suggest you leave as many peoples temper are high seeing as family is missing, and I have no problem using magic.” She said narrowing her eyes. At her words the person ran away. She took in a deep breath before turning to the brunette. “Sorry about them, I’m Zalika Zatara.”

             Days. Zatanna had been entrapped for days. Ripped from the cage, tortured,     QUESTIONED. The Joker wanted to know about ‘Batsy, Batsy, Batsy,’ about the school,     about the heroes. Intel, it seemed, was crucial to the crazy-eyed man. There appeared to     be imminent frustration about something he didn’t know, NEEDED to know. 

              She hadn’t given in. But her resilience had come at a cost. What he did to her,               the Zatara refused to think about. But what he threatened to do to her FAMILY…

              The Magician’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a girl speaking.      “Zalika —-” Her daughter was safe. And she was here, rescuing her own mother.     The Mistress of Magic was not only ashamed but also defeated, sinking into the     brunette’s grasp and smiling weakly. 

              Her voice was meek, but a mere croak as her eyes began to well with tears.               With all the strength she could muster, Zatanna whispered a timid; 

                             “We need to make sure everyone else is okay first…”

            Zalika had been going out of her mind with worry for her mother. She was             the person she had always looked up to, and knowing what the joker could             be doing to her made her want to hurt him. She wanted to hurt him down,             and make him regret ever taking her, but she knew that she wanted to make             sure her mom was okay.

              Relief rushed through the brunette to see her mother. She had tried to             remain hopeful while she had been trying to help them find her but there              was a fear that she wasn’t really going to be okay. “Mom.” She said              with a weak smile.

               She shook her head at her mother’s words. 

“You don’t?” Ellis smiled, “I suppose not… It must be amazing to bend things to your will.” 

“It’s cute.” She smiled. “It’s pretty awesome, but my mom is so much better then me at it.”

Time seemed to pass slowly in the building. With few windows to let in light, it was hard to tell how long Dani’d been chained to the beam. All she knew was that she was hungry, cold, and sore all over. Sometimes voices would punctuate the monotone; either students or whoever was holding them captive. But other than that, nothing had changed. Until today. The familiar pop of gunfire echoed through the warehouse, followed by voices, some of them familiar. Dani looked up at whoever was approaching, a tired smile cracking across her face. “Welcome to the party, glad you could make it.”

Zalika smiled at the girl, walking over to her. She could tell that the experience had worn her down, but she wanted to seem comforting. Standing in front of her she muttered a spell, and her chains disappeared. She held out a hand for the brunette. “I’m Zalika.”