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This chapter is called. "Alone"

The day that followed the incident, was eerily silent. The news was perpetually on the TV and eventually became just background noise. Nobody in our house really spoke to me about everything that had happened. Mom and dad just kind of paced the dining room and talked with each other. After hours of attempting to join the conversation and many "Nothing you need to worry about" and "Just were just discussing your brother's schooling." statements, I decided to retire to my bedroom and try to take my mind out of Gotham for a while. I plopped onto the bed with my favorite book and delved into a state of not caring. As the harsh light of day waned into the soft glow of evening, I felt myself begin to dose off.

Mom reads to me. "She comes in the snow, the child. Dark hair, rose skin. She spins in circles and powders the ground with her red rose petals. And the larks sing, 'Oh sweet maiden! Make the winter turn to spring!'" I pinch a strand of Mom's blonde hair. "She doesn't have hair like you mommy, she has my hair." Mom kisses my brown pony tail. "That must make you special." We both giggle but Mom starts to cry… what's wrong, mommy?

I awoke with a start. The clock read nine thirty pm. I had slept for five hours straight and nobody had come to wake me up. It didn't surprise me however, as strange as my parents had been acting since the football field incident. I thought nothing of it and not knowing why, I turned up the T.V. It was still the news channel. "Masked man creates disaster at Gotham Stadium. Massive amount of casualties and irreparable damage to the city's architecture."It frustrated me a little, how they called the deaths "casualties" and yet, the superficial damage to the city's architecture was "irreparable." What is the value of a human life then? It made me think more on the man who threatened me and forced me to take the remote. Would he really have killed me? I turned off the television and walked downstairs. It was time to tell Mom or Dad or somebody. The feeling that I was the only one who knew ate away at my nerves.

"Mom?" I called out to the dark. It really was unusually dark and quiet. Nobody went to bed this early at our house. "Dad? Hey I have to talk to you guys about something!" No answer. "Hello?" I walked into the kitchen. As I came around the corner, I saw someone's shadow. "Dad, I need to tell you something." The shadow gave way to a man at once.

I don't think I've ever screamed so loud in my life. I must have used all of my voice up on that scream because there was none left when I opened my mouth a second time. Not Dad. That's definitely not Dad. That's not Dad and I'm going to die. The man, the creature that stood before me was a terrifying mountain of an archaic giant. He stood straight, shoulders broad and face brooding and lined with apathy. The jacket and military boots he wore seemed separate entities from his beast like bodies. He was far too animalistic for them. And the mask that covered his mouth seemed a menacing, steel spider. "What did you need to speak to me about, child?" Certainly the purpose for his mask was to instill fear. It made him sound like an unearthly monster, eloquent, yet rough and horrible. Overpowering, that was an understatement. Instantly I felt gravity pulling me to my knees. "I- uh- ahh." I was now hyperventilating in my panic. Run. Run. Move. I darted for the staircase, shocked at how my legs were even capable of movement. Getting away was my sole thought. I felt a powerful grip on my ankle before I lost footing (or footing was stolen) and my chin slammed against the wood on the stairs. I let out a blood curdling scream. Then his voice again, "Adrenaline. Very necessary for survival. But mere instinct has failed you. So what will take over now, Eden? Fight? Or flight?" The pounding in my head bore down on my senses and vision turned black.

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