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-THE SHAPE'S POV-

I stood in the shadows, gazing upon my next victim.
I clutched a picture of my sister, before I had killed her..
happy memories began to unfold.
I put the picture in my pocket and stabbed the woman in the
back and lifted her up, then threw her across the room.
I drew a sharp breath at the words on the chart in her hands:
ADELAIDE MARIE MYERS
Age: 6 Father: Michael A. Myers Mother: UNKNOWN
Location: Angel's Song Hospital, room A-6
Condition: Coma, of four years
I had blinked a few times, and realized that I had a daughter.
Wait. WHAT?! I never fathered a child! Hazy memories
began to come into my mind, and I remembered.
I had fathered a child. I wasn't going to kill her. I was going
to find her and wake her from her slumber, take her to
the sewers where I lived, and teach her everything I knew.
I started toward the hospital.

-ADELAIDE'S POV-

Sleep. Milky sleep. Memories flashed before my eyes, like
a dream. I could hear the doctors saying I
may "never wake up". I was trying, though. Trying so hard...
They left the room for I don't know how long. I suddenly
heard boots. Clunky boots, they sounded bulky. I felt myself being
lifted. My eyes fluttered open, and someone was carrying me.
I gazed into the featureless face of a mask, and his fingers
shushed me from screaming. He took me from the hospital
and went to one of the manholes, lifted it, and took me down
into it. He removed his mask, and i stepped back. In a tiny
voice, I said, "Daddy?" He nodded, then put his mask back on.
He bustled around the sewer, fixing up another stack
of hay under a cloth sheet, organizing masks on a wall, grabbing
newspaper and a tub of glue, then pulling out a giant
paper-mache tub. He then gathered elastic bands and paint.
I was beckoned over, and he held out a magazine as if
to say, "Pick a design out." I pointed to a plain, white mask
with black around the eyes. He put away the paper-mache kit,
and pulled out a tub of liquid plastic. He set to work making
me a mask to use for...something I guess..I went over and sat
on a wooden block and watched him work.

-THE SHAPE's POV-

I glanced into her unsettling, crimson eyes occasionally as I
made the mask for her, using a paper-mache mold I
had used dozens of times. Three hours later, I held up the mask.
She made a little happiness noise, hugged me, and took the
mask. I walked over to my wall of weapons with her, and
gestured to them as if to tell her to pick one. She chose a small
pocketknife, that was easily concealed and easy to use.
Her blood-red eyes glistened in happiness, and she
squealed, then yawned. I carried her to one of the lumps of
hay and put a blanket on her. She was soon fast asleep.
I sighed, pulled off the mask, and went to the second pile.
I crawled under the covers and slept.
The next morning, I finally knew how to discover who my new...
child was. I set out early to the cave, and by 6:00 A.M, I had
reached her. Her piercing. yellow, strange eyes gazed
into my own dark eyes behind the mask. She knew, somehow,
what I was thinking. She said in a cryptic, slightly
morphed voice, "The child is not yours. Instead, she was a
child GIVEN to you by Fate and Destiny. Take care of her,
for she will save you many times over. She will grow to
love you, and you will her." She paused, brushing her soft,
blonde hair away from her glowing yellow eyes and she
continued, "Take care of her as if she were your own,
Michael Aubrey Myers." I was confused, but I nodded.
"Bring her here as soon as you can." I nodded again, and
set for the two-hour trip back home. As soon as I got home,
I picked the sleeping Adelaide up, and started back toward
the Oracle's cave. I felt something like.. feathers on her back.
She woke in my arms, and looked startled yet contented.
I felt her warm hug across my body, and I smiled under my
mask. We finally reached the Oracle's cave, and her blood
red eyes glowed and her wings flew out with the force
of four Jasons. I was knocked back into the wall.
The Oracle whispered, "It's time." I was thinking...
"Holy shit. This child has wings."