A young girl ran through the icy tundra. No zaidi running!! She pleaded. She hasn't drank anything for three days and had not eaten in twice that amount. Her bare feet were flying as she pounded agents the hard packed snow. She could hear the mbwa behind her , the cold wind whipped through her small jumpsuit that only went to her knees and elbows . But she kept running. She glanced down at the gun on her hip, it would be so simple it would take less than a second, just point and shoot . Then it would be over in a sekunde , no zaidi running , no zaidi hunger, no zaidi pain. NO!! She screamed in her head, Just keep going . The wurr of engines were behind her along with the baying of dogs. Then she tripped on a bare bush, getting a face full of snow.
“Well well well, what do we have here?” A mans voice alisema growling and the girl was lifted up kwa her hair.
“Where are your little Marafiki when wewe need them?” He asked the nine year-old.
4 years later
“Delta,” The black haired girl looked up at the group of teens in front of her.
“Meet Young Justice,”