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Birds of Prey
The Commissioner O'Reiley Series
STORIES IN THE COMMISSIONER O'REILEY SERIES:
Episode 1: Huntress the Hunted Part 1
Episode 2: Huntress the Hunted Part 2
Episode 3: Nightwing
Episode 4: Walking on Air
Episode 5: Blind Faith
Episode 6: Think No Evil, Do No Evil
Episode 7: Father's Daughter
Episode 8
Helena vs. the Huntress
CHAPTER 1
Jonathon Crane sat in the living room in front of the fireplace. He was an old man now, way past his prime. He seldom left the comforts of his mansion. His cane was leaning up against the side of his recliner. He was sitting there comfortably before he heard foot steps behind him. There was someone else who just entered the room and there was only one person who it could be. "David! This is an unexpected visit."
"Hello, Dad," David said as he walked into the light. He was dressed in a business suit, and his thick black hair neatly combed behind him.
John grabbed his cane, stood up and turned to face his son. "What do you want?"
David laughed. "What makes you think I want something?"
"Because you are very much like me when I was as young as you," John stared at him with his wrinkled beady eyes. "What is it you want?"
"Oh, you are good. What I want is your entire chemistry set."
"Forget it," John said. "I will not allow you to follow in my footsteps. I may not be able to stop you from following my footsteps, but there is no chance in hell I'm going to help you."
"I think you're missing the point, Dad," David smiled. "I'm not asking you to give it to me. I am demanding it from you. Where is it, old man!"
"It is in a place, safely out of your reach," he answered pointing his crooked bent finger at his son.
John approached his father with a grin on his face. "Have it your way, Dad."
Without hesitation or remorse, David kicked his father in the stomach. The old man fell to his knees, gasping desperately for air. David walked up to his father and pulled him up onto his feet and threw him up against the wall next to the fire place. "Where is it?"
"Go…go to hell!" John replied.
David grabbed his father by the shoulder and threw him in the recliner. He crashed into the recliner and the chair fell backwards onto it's back. In front of David, a doorway was formed as a piece of the wall next to the fire wall slid back and to the right. "Very intelligent, Dad!" David grinned.
He stepped through the doorway and a light automatically turned on, illuminating a small room. In the room was a small wooden table. On the table was a huge chemistry set with cylinders full of green liquid. On the right wall was a wooden shelf that was connected on the wall with containers of various chemicals. On the left wall was a small hook that hung from the wall. Handing on the hook was a dusty old costume. All through the costume were strains of hey. The mask looked like a bag made from straw. A hat was sewn onto it, with a bunch of straw sticking out of it. It was the costume of the scarecrow.
David could care less about the costume, but the chemistry set was what he had come for. "Now, the fun is about to begin."
Birds of Prey
The Commissioner O'Reiley Series
STORIES IN THE COMMISSIONER O'REILEY SERIES:
Episode 1: Huntress the Hunted Part 1
Episode 2: Huntress the Hunted Part 2
Episode 3: Nightwing
Episode 4: Walking on Air
Episode 5: Blind Faith
Episode 6: Think No Evil, Do No Evil
Episode 7: Father's Daughter
Episode 8
Helena vs. the Huntress
CHAPTER 1
Jonathon Crane sat in the living room in front of the fireplace. He was an old man now, way past his prime. He seldom left the comforts of his mansion. His cane was leaning up against the side of his recliner. He was sitting there comfortably before he heard foot steps behind him. There was someone else who just entered the room and there was only one person who it could be. "David! This is an unexpected visit."
"Hello, Dad," David said as he walked into the light. He was dressed in a business suit, and his thick black hair neatly combed behind him.
John grabbed his cane, stood up and turned to face his son. "What do you want?"
David laughed. "What makes you think I want something?"
"Because you are very much like me when I was as young as you," John stared at him with his wrinkled beady eyes. "What is it you want?"
"Oh, you are good. What I want is your entire chemistry set."
"Forget it," John said. "I will not allow you to follow in my footsteps. I may not be able to stop you from following my footsteps, but there is no chance in hell I'm going to help you."
"I think you're missing the point, Dad," David smiled. "I'm not asking you to give it to me. I am demanding it from you. Where is it, old man!"
"It is in a place, safely out of your reach," he answered pointing his crooked bent finger at his son.
John approached his father with a grin on his face. "Have it your way, Dad."
Without hesitation or remorse, David kicked his father in the stomach. The old man fell to his knees, gasping desperately for air. David walked up to his father and pulled him up onto his feet and threw him up against the wall next to the fire place. "Where is it?"
"Go…go to hell!" John replied.
David grabbed his father by the shoulder and threw him in the recliner. He crashed into the recliner and the chair fell backwards onto it's back. In front of David, a doorway was formed as a piece of the wall next to the fire wall slid back and to the right. "Very intelligent, Dad!" David grinned.
He stepped through the doorway and a light automatically turned on, illuminating a small room. In the room was a small wooden table. On the table was a huge chemistry set with cylinders full of green liquid. On the right wall was a wooden shelf that was connected on the wall with containers of various chemicals. On the left wall was a small hook that hung from the wall. Handing on the hook was a dusty old costume. All through the costume were strains of hey. The mask looked like a bag made from straw. A hat was sewn onto it, with a bunch of straw sticking out of it. It was the costume of the scarecrow.
David could care less about the costume, but the chemistry set was what he had come for. "Now, the fun is about to begin."