24 Hours Earlier: Unknown Location

My room was filled with a charred smell. It was everywhere. It seemed to stain my white sheets and tint my ivory walls. My concrete floor was cool under my toes, but it too had the burned sensations, and the dresser that held my clothes couldn't even keep the smell away. I didn't have much furniture in my small room, just a bed, a dresser, and mirror, so nothing really could hide from the smoke. My small abode was covered with it. 

 I didn't understand why the smell always followed me. Father said that if the experiments continued to show the improvement they have been showing, then I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore after the last implant. 

I sat down on my firm bed and looked at my fore arms. The newest scars were long incisions that were supposed to prep for the final implement of my powers, but they didn't look right. They were blood red. At this point though, I don't really care and I don't really know what the researcher's put in there. They've put in so many gadgets and new pieces of tech that I feel like I'm close to being a cyborg. I'm not though, but the constant shots and prodding has made me lose count of what's being done to me. 

Still weak from the surgery, I limped over to my intricate silver framed mirror and just stared. My long, curly blonde hair was tangled and knotted and frizzy. My green eyes were dulled by the bags under them and all of my once young and unique features are anything but beautiful anymore. Everything about my body wasn't at all. I clenched my fists around the hem of my black shirt. 

My arms were thin and my thighs were sticks. My neck was veiny and my face looked hollow. My feet were frail and my nails were too long. I looked dirty even though I had just showered a couple minutes ago. I look older than I should be. 

But I pushed the criticism I had to the back of my mind and remembered what father said:

God told me to choose a hero to purify the world and I chose you.

Looking like this tiny girl was something I hated, but I know it's needed for the cause. I guess an upside though is that it makes me look weak to my opponents. They'll underestimate me.

"Hey." I looked to see Macho, a guard of my father's, opening the door. "It's time." He looked sad because of the glint in his eyes. He felt pity for me. He thinks I'm weak. I may look sick, but father would know what would be good for me. This was fine. He got me this far.

I walked toward him. "I'm fine you know." I said. I showed no emotion. I knew that I couldn't show any. They are what make things weak. 

"Of course you are." He replied. He looked more like the guard my father had hired now. "You're his daughter after all." I looked into his eyes. His were filled with fear.

I stepped into the bright hallway and made my way around the ivory base. The brick hallway was long, and had an array of doors to my left and windows to my right that looked down onto a large opening with white tables with bulky men playing cards. The end of the hallway led to offices and planning stations where we coordinate our strikes. After reaching the last office with some turns here and there, I took a left toward the Med-Area. It's where all the "doctory "stuff happens I guess, but it's also where the researchers experiment. It's where my final implants will be. 

My eyes dance around the corridors as I walk. Everything was such a boring color. White was the color of power here, so everything in the base is white. We call ourselves Heaven's Complex. Otherwise known as the Complex of Heaven. Apparently it's symbolic for how we are the angels that will reshape the Earth. Father says that the divine spirit will lead us to victory, and that it will help us win the battle. 

Here's to hoping. 

I finally reached the lab where my father was waiting. The room had to surgeons dressed in white leather robes with black gas masks on their faces. They bowed their heads to me and began shuffling over to a metal chair with restraints on it. The room had some storage for other medical supplies, but other than that, it was bare. Things are simple here. 

My father took two steps forward and smirked. He thought I was beautiful. In a deep voice he spoke calmly. "If this works, the plan can finally succeed." I nodded with enthusiasm. I had been training for this. 

But he crossed his arms and his tone changed completely. "However, the procedure," he paused and looked deeply into my eyes, "can really harm you this time considering your fragile state." I don't know why, but I felt something in my stomach drop. 

I swallowed. This was the last procedure. It was all or nothing and I had been training for this. "Anything for Heaven Father," I mused.

 He smiled a deadly smile. "That's my girl." His voice was unwavering and precise. He was the master manipulator.

The researchers in the room guided me to the table and strapped down my forehead, wrists, stomach, and ankles. The cold temperature of the metal sent made my skin prickle.

The researchers looked at my father and motioned him to leave. Soon it was just them and I.

I felt a sharp pain surge  up both of my arms as they cut into my forearms. They used some anesthesia and put me under, but I could still feel the sharp stinging of the incisions. I felt like my lungs were on fire and my arms were burning. I took deep breathes, trying to calm down, but it didn't help. The searing pain only got worse when they dug their scalpel even deeper. 

But relief flooded my veins as I felt the anesthesia kick in. A peaceful and calming sensation washed over me. 

******

I woke dazed with my forehead throbbing. I blinked to readjust my eyes to reality, but found a sheet placed over my body. I tore it off and sat up, which only made the throbbing worse, but at the same time I found myself feeling like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Everything felt so loose and free. Nothing was holding me back. I hadn't felt this strong in ages. 

But I froze for a moment. Something was watching me. Something was off.

I panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. I gazed around me to see that I had been moved to our morgue. 

Our morgue?! 

The room was dark and I was on an autopsy table with tools and scales strewn about.  I took a deep breath out and found that it made the clouds that happened when it was cold. Everything was cold. I kicked my feet off the table and hobbled over to the wall. I almost collapsed from my headache, but a sudden voice startled me into standing upright. The voice was coming from a white void in the ceiling.

"Child,"  said a distant, almost inaudible, feminine whisper. It echoed around me. I was not afraid. I could not be afraid. "Remember this moment. It is the moment where you become something else and someone else."

The light felt warm compared to my blurred surroundings and in the light I saw an outline of a person. They had a cape. A hood. "I-"

"Don't let him use you."

They didn't say a name, but I knew who it was talking about. "He's not using me." My words were soft and meek. I felt woozy and tired. 

"Don't let him win."  I could feel the figure eyeing me with a vicious intent. I felt something in my stomach drop and everything around me started move from the wind coming from the light. The hollow voice spoke again. "Until next time, Amber." And the light disappeared and the objects that were moving from the gusts fell to the floor. 

I blinked to try and orient myself and discovered that I was stripped to nothing. Huh. 

But something new caught my eye. I looked down to find cuffs on my wrists that looked exactly like Wonder Woman's. I guess I didn't notice them before. The smooth metal was cool to the touch. It was everything father had told me would happen.

I stumbled to a sink that had a cracked mirror above it. I stared at myself in the broken glass. I looked strong and even better than I was before. I wasn't so sickly. I could see muscles clearly defined and abs that weren't there before. I slowly cleared my mind and focused, if the experiment worked, I could copy powers I saw in action. I thought of Martian Manhunter's ability to shapeshift and I felt prickles run down my whole body. I opened my eyes and found that I was wearing the signature, white combat gear of the Complex. 

The experiments had worked. The Justice League will fall.