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Ch 10

Nothing had happened. It felt like it was a dream to Karen. She wasn't dead yet. But it sure did feel like it. She had woken up in a hospital bed, a searing pain in her gut.

A doctor walked into the room, looking at her solemnly. "Miss Bruhn? Where you… aware that you were pregnant?"

Karen swallowed, nodding.

"I'm so sorry… we're afraid…" the doctor trailed off.

"Afraid what?" Karen's heart dropped.

"You had a miscarriage when you were stabbed in the stomach." He finished. "I'm so sorry."

"A-a miscarriage?" Karen repeated. The room began to spin. "What?"

"Yes." The doctor nodded, genuine sympathy in his eyes. "I am truly sorry."

"Where's Ken?" Karen's voice was weak. She was still processing the news. "I want Ken."

"He's out in the waiting room. I'll go get him." The doctor left, shutting the door quietly behind him. When he returned, Kenny approached Karen, holding an icepack to his face. Karen frowned. The doctor left the room, shutting the door for privacy.

"Ken…" she held out a hand and brushed her fingers against his free hand. "Are you alright?"

"All I care about is you right now." He whispered. "I'll be fine."

"Ken, it's gone." Karen whispered unclearly. She was still dazed.

"What's gone, Karen?"

"I had a miscarriage." She whispered, her voice cracking. "It's gone."

Kenny swallowed as Karen's body began to tremble violently. "Gone." She repeated. Kenny wrapped his arms around her as she began to sob, grabbing on to the back of his shirt as she screamed silently into his chest.

In the days that followed, Kenny had barely slept at all. He had dark circles under his eyes, and everyone noticed. His friends were worried about both Kenny and Karen. Kenny had still not been able to find a job, so he spent most of his time watching over Karen.

Karen had a look of anguish on her face when she opened the door to her apartment. "Hi, Ken." She said weakly. "How are you?"

"I'm… are you alright?" he asked, surveying her.

"Oh, just fine." she replied, an obvious fake smile on her face. "Don't worry about me."

"I'm very worried."

"Don't be."

Kenny couldn't sleep. He had returned to his apartment and was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. A dark expression lingered on his face. He would get revenge for Karen. And he knew where to find it. Kenny sat up in bed, the sheets shuffling around him. The moonlight was the only thing illuminating the dark room, filtering through the closed curtains.

Kenny walked to his closet, staring at his Mysterion costume for a good five minutes. It seemed to stare back at him. It beckoned him with sweet revenge. A sly smile crept on Kenny's face.

"It's a miracle you didn't get caught, Travis. You really are stepping up your game." A gruff voice said from behind a man dressed in black. He was sitting on the wooden floor of a burned down saw mill, sharpening several knives. Travis turned to look at the source of the voice.

"That stupid bitch survived. I kicked her pretty boy boyfriend out cold, though. I loved to see the look of shock on her face when he hit the ground." A smile played on Travis' lips. He dusted off his black hoodie, running a hand through his thick black hair. He turned around, back to sharpening his knife. "You should have seen it, Nick."

There was a moment of silence.

"You make me sick." The voice sounded familiar to Travis. He spun around to locate the source of the voice. The body of Travis' comrade, Nick, was lying face down with a tranquillizer dart stuck in the back of his neck. Travis had a look of shock on his face, but it disappeared quickly. He looked up. "You again." Travis growled. "How'd you find me?"

Mysterion dropped down from a charred wood support, his cape flowing behind him. "You weren't easy to find." Mysterion replied roughly.

"What do you want?" Travis growled.

"You know what I'm here for."

Realization hit Travis like a speeding train. "Pretty boy." He smirked. "I knew I recognized that voice." Mysterion pulled down his hood to reveal his messy blond hair.

"How's your girlfriend?" Travis jeered, continuing to sharpen a knife.

"She was pregnant." Kenny snapped. "You caused her to have a miscarriage. Does that make you happy?"

Travis let out a laugh, echoing around the abandoned building. "Your girl was pregnant? I'm guessing you were the father?"

Kenny narrowed his eyes.

"I guess that's a yes."

Kenny admired his arm spikes, a small smile playing on his lips. "Maybe you would like to know what it feels like to die?"

Travis stood his ground. "You won't be living when I'm through with you."

Now it was Kenny's turn to laugh. "I've seen death countless times. But you will only see it once." Kenny let out a swift kick when Travis let his guard down, knocking him to the ground with a thud. The knife flew out of his hand as he hit the ground. Kenny brought his boot down on Travis' chest hard, a loud crack reverberating throughout the small worn out building.

"You mother fucker!" Travis wheezed, trying to stand up, but Kenny's strength was too immense for him. Kenny brought his face closer to Travis'.

"Do you want to die?" Kenny asked in a low whisper. "I can make that happen." His eyes were narrow slits now. Travis struggled under Kenny's weight. "Or maybe I can let you off with a warning again. Or I'll just finish you off so you won't cause any more trouble around town."

Fear flashed in Travis' eyes momentarily. "I'm not scared of you."

"Your expression says otherwise." Kenny smirked. He felt Travis' body tremble slightly. "You're just a coward."

Travis tried to reach for the knife that was lying beside him, but couldn't. Kenny snatched it up when he saw Travis eyeing it. "Hmmm… this knife looks pretty damn sharp. You did a good job." Kenny turned it around in his hand, surveying it. He was still close to Travis' face. "Wonder how it will feel in your chest? Do you wanna test it out?"

"N-no, please, just… let me go…" Travis begged, the "bad man" essence of him fading away.

"Hmm, how about no." with a quick jab, Kenny implanted the knife into Travis' chest, blood spurting out and spattering Kenny's face. He stabbed him a few more times until he was panting, blood soaking his uniform and dripping down his face. Kenny's eyes were wide with anger. He didn't notice Travis' breathing stall and halt. Kenny's adrenaline rush slowed to a halt as he looked at what he had done. Travis was dead. Kenny's hands trembled as he dropped the knife, standing over the dead man. "What have I…?" He stared wide eyed at the victim at his feet. "…Done?"