The Games Begin

: Stronghold's vision was blurry, he felt...drained, no, not drained....tired. As if he was waking up from a deep sleep. The last thing he remembered...was chasing a thief down an alleyway. The thief had fled into an old run down building and he followed in and then....and then....he closed his eyes as he tried to remember. It eventually came back to him: Gas. He remembered coughing, the woman holding a mask to her face as she stood, watching him with cold eyes, not moving, not blinking, just watching as his vision went dark. And now here he was in a dark, cold room with flickering lights, looking up a stone ceiling. He glanced around the room. Wherever he was, it was old. There were old bloodstains on the wall....a torn up old bed....bars....bars? Matthew got up slowly. He was in...a prison. An old one.The bars were torn apart, as if somebody had forced them open. The floor was green, hard, steel.

 Standing up, Matthew placed his fingers to the comm in his right ear. "Artemis, Ultra Girl, come in. Guys do you read me?" Nothing. In fact, it felt like it wasn't even there. His glance turning to the bed, Matthew walked over and crouched down and discovered why: The ear comm was laying on the bed, broken in half. He looked at it, sighed and put it in his suit's pocket. "Wonderful."
He reached out to one of the bars and gave it a tug. It didn't give. Another, another. He put his foot on the bar and pulled. Nothing happened. Stopping, Matthew stumbled backwards, staring at his hands. He gave the wall a kick. Nothing. His fears were confirmed: For whatever reason, his powers were gone. Matthew sat down. This was bad. He was alone in God know's where, his powers were gone and he had no way to contact the others. Matthew sat there for a few moments before sighing, standing up, taking a deep breath in and exhaled. Well, he wasn't going to get answers just sitting here and Dinah had been training him for a reason.
Deciding he may as well get a move on, Stronghold cautiously stepped out of his room. He picked up the empty wine bottle and a broken chair leg. It wasn't much, but he figured it would be best if he at least had some weapons rather than none.
On the ceiling, camera's watched his every move.
His footsteps kicked up a little bit of dust and echoed around him. The place was quiet....very quiet. The only other sound besides his foosteps and his own breathing was the sound of the lights flickering on and off above him.
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Some of them were already off, plunging the area into pure darkness for a few brief seconds before the lights would be on again.
Stronghold turned around and looked around to make sure that nobody was sneaking up behind him. There was nobody there. He turned back and kept going. Stronghold thought about who could be behind this. Quantum? How would she set all this up and why not just kill him? Bulletproof? No, not her style. Zero G was right out. Aurelius? Maybe. But again, the question was why? Nemesis? Stronghold shivered. He'd seen the news reports, he knew about the things that lunatic did. She was the type to do a sick game like this and if it was her, he could only pray that his friends were safe. As he continued down the hallway, he noticed the various empty cells, some of which fairly clean and others were either covered in long dried blood, had hand prints on the walls or had the beds torn apart. One of them had markings on the wall, as if somebody was counting down days. There were too many to count. Matthew soldiered on but eventually the hallway got too dark to see. He started feeling along the walls when his foot hit something. He cautiously reached down and picked it up, running his hand along it while holding the bottle between his fingers. A flashlight. It didn't take long for the truth to hit him: Somebody had left this there. Somebody was definitely playing a game with him. He tapped it a few times and then turned it on, illuminating the darkness. And what should he see first but a large shelf of porcelain dolls, staring right at him. Stronghold jumped and took a moment to gather his wits. "It's cool....it's cool...they're just dolls....just....dolls." Taking a closer look, they were even creepier. The dolls themselves were fairly normal except for two things: The first is that all of their clothes looked crudely sewn together from several other pieces of fabric, with no rhyme or reason, giving them frankly bizarre outfits of various types and colors. The second was the eyes. Now, dolls were creepy enough but.....he couldn't place it, but there was something off about the eyes. He reached out to touch one before pulling back, figuring it was just nerves. Continuing on, he came to a cross path: A left path and a right path.