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**Disclaimer: I own a Discman, a shelf full of books, and this laptop. I don't own anything related to this show. And even if you do sue me, all you're getting is the Discman and the books because there's no way in hell you're getting my laptop.**
The Black Shadow
by Angel Monroe
Chapter 5: Regroup
"Where have you been?" Helena was confronted upon entering the lair. "Dinah came back over a half an hour ago."
"Relax Barbara, I took the long way back," she replied, her entire stance laid-back.
"Meaning, you stopped by Reese's place?" Barbara said raising an eye-brow.
"I might have," Helena smirked. "I had to ask him a couple questions," she explained.
"Yeah, right," Barbara smiled. "Anyway," she said changing the subject, "while you were, ahem, asking questions, we were looking for answers."
"What do you got?" she asked, pulling up a chair next to Barbara in front of the computer screens.
"Well, from what I can see, Lunden goes from hotel to hotel, never staying at the same place twice, meaning the fact that we found where he was staying tonight doesn't tell us where we can find him next."
"So we have nothing there," Helena pointed out, and received an annoyed glace.
"By transporting you...however he moves himself, some things apparently couldn't go with you. Your communicator was left on the ground in the spot where you were taken, but for some reason, your necklace stayed with you. For that reason alone we were still able to pick up your location from the tracking device we installed into your necklace. I don't know exactly why the necklace stayed with you and the communicator didn't, but it could have just been a fluke. Maybe he just took your earpiece off of you before you disappeared, so I'm not counting on it for next time."
"Next time?" Helena cut in sounding very irritated. "You're expecting me to get kidnapped again?"
"Just saying," Barbara replied defensively, a small smirk forming on her lips, "that in case it happens again, we need another way to track your position."
"Whatever, anything else?"
"We still don't know why he's here, who his original mark was, or why he's chosen to pinpoint Reese. We're still looking."
"Wait, could you hear me through the necklace?" Helena asked.
"No, the transport must have messed up the signal. Why?"
"Lunden inadvertently told me who he's after, why he's here."
"Which is?"
"He isn't after Reese, he's after his father."
"This is new," Barbara said, her ears perked. "Do we know who that is?"
"Yes we do," Helena replied. "You won't believe this. Al Hawk is Reese's father."
"You're kidding me."
"On my life," she swore, holding up her right hand.
"Well, this changes things," Oracle said beginning to type rapidly on the keyboard. "Maybe, by pulling up the research we did on Hawk during the Black Canary case, we can make some connections and figure out who sent Lunden and why."
"Now we're thinking," Helena said standing up anxiously and beginning to pace.
After a few minutes of the sound of incessant clicking on the keyboard, Helena became impatient. "I'm going home," she told Barbara. "I've had a rough day. Let me know what you find in the morning."
"Will do," Oracle replied as Helena walked out the door.
* * *
Helena slumped into her apartment above the bar. She'd had no idea how tired she was until she'd reached the stairs on the way up.
'Why am I tired?' she asked herself. 'I was unconscious for a while. When I went to Reese's place the first time, it was early in the night. That means I couldn't have been taken later than ten. It's just about dawn now, around six in the morning. I only left Lunden's about an hour ago, so I was out for about...'
"Seven hours?" she asked herself aloud as she turned her key in the lock.
The number went through her head over and over as she turned on every single light in the small, one bedroom apartment. Somehow, she really didn't feel comfortable with so much darkness around her. That was where she used to feel safest. Now she jumped at the slightest movement, imagining that the shadows were moving, closing in around her again.
'What could he have done with me in seven hours?' she thought to herself as she slipped into a pair on her favorite pajamas. 'He could have killed me easily. He could have done so much worse. For seven whole hours, I was completely defenseless in the hands of a killer.' That last thought made her physically cringe.
She went into the bathroom to wash her face, but as she glanced up into the mirror, she was mesmerized by the swelling red line circling her throat. She took off her necklace and studied the mark, running her fingers painfully over it. She had gotten very close to death tonight, the closest she had ever been.
Sure she had been in countless life-threatening situations; it was an occupational hazard. Still, this was different. She had almost given in to the darkness, to death. She had tasted the sweet sense of serenity and had come back. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, and it had scared the hell out of her.
Unable to stand her reflection any longer, she decided to take a shower. Sliding out of her pajamas, she stepped under the jet of nearly scalding water. As the water flowed over her face, she felt her hot, salty tears melt with its harsh flow. She leaned against the wall in front of her, the jet pounding on her back as sobs shook her body. Finally, she slid to the floor of the tub, falling into an exhausted and dreamless sleep.
Awoken by the freezing water about an hour later, she stumbled out of the shower, shutting the water off on her way. She dried and put on her pajamas in an almost stagnant state, then fell into bed and a sleep filled with shadow.
**So, what'd you think? I won't know if you don't tell me. Hint hint, wink wink. Next chapter coming as soon as I think of it, and not before I get 10 reviews. Keep that in mind. It might be a little longer this time because school starts again on Monday and I have a two page English essay due on Thursday that I haven't even picked a topic for, so I might be busy. I'll try to get in one more chapter before break ends, but that means you guys have to review your butts off! Thanks guys! O:) **
**Disclaimer: I own a Discman, a shelf full of books, and this laptop. I don't own anything related to this show. And even if you do sue me, all you're getting is the Discman and the books because there's no way in hell you're getting my laptop.**
The Black Shadow
by Angel Monroe
Chapter 5: Regroup
"Where have you been?" Helena was confronted upon entering the lair. "Dinah came back over a half an hour ago."
"Relax Barbara, I took the long way back," she replied, her entire stance laid-back.
"Meaning, you stopped by Reese's place?" Barbara said raising an eye-brow.
"I might have," Helena smirked. "I had to ask him a couple questions," she explained.
"Yeah, right," Barbara smiled. "Anyway," she said changing the subject, "while you were, ahem, asking questions, we were looking for answers."
"What do you got?" she asked, pulling up a chair next to Barbara in front of the computer screens.
"Well, from what I can see, Lunden goes from hotel to hotel, never staying at the same place twice, meaning the fact that we found where he was staying tonight doesn't tell us where we can find him next."
"So we have nothing there," Helena pointed out, and received an annoyed glace.
"By transporting you...however he moves himself, some things apparently couldn't go with you. Your communicator was left on the ground in the spot where you were taken, but for some reason, your necklace stayed with you. For that reason alone we were still able to pick up your location from the tracking device we installed into your necklace. I don't know exactly why the necklace stayed with you and the communicator didn't, but it could have just been a fluke. Maybe he just took your earpiece off of you before you disappeared, so I'm not counting on it for next time."
"Next time?" Helena cut in sounding very irritated. "You're expecting me to get kidnapped again?"
"Just saying," Barbara replied defensively, a small smirk forming on her lips, "that in case it happens again, we need another way to track your position."
"Whatever, anything else?"
"We still don't know why he's here, who his original mark was, or why he's chosen to pinpoint Reese. We're still looking."
"Wait, could you hear me through the necklace?" Helena asked.
"No, the transport must have messed up the signal. Why?"
"Lunden inadvertently told me who he's after, why he's here."
"Which is?"
"He isn't after Reese, he's after his father."
"This is new," Barbara said, her ears perked. "Do we know who that is?"
"Yes we do," Helena replied. "You won't believe this. Al Hawk is Reese's father."
"You're kidding me."
"On my life," she swore, holding up her right hand.
"Well, this changes things," Oracle said beginning to type rapidly on the keyboard. "Maybe, by pulling up the research we did on Hawk during the Black Canary case, we can make some connections and figure out who sent Lunden and why."
"Now we're thinking," Helena said standing up anxiously and beginning to pace.
After a few minutes of the sound of incessant clicking on the keyboard, Helena became impatient. "I'm going home," she told Barbara. "I've had a rough day. Let me know what you find in the morning."
"Will do," Oracle replied as Helena walked out the door.
* * *
Helena slumped into her apartment above the bar. She'd had no idea how tired she was until she'd reached the stairs on the way up.
'Why am I tired?' she asked herself. 'I was unconscious for a while. When I went to Reese's place the first time, it was early in the night. That means I couldn't have been taken later than ten. It's just about dawn now, around six in the morning. I only left Lunden's about an hour ago, so I was out for about...'
"Seven hours?" she asked herself aloud as she turned her key in the lock.
The number went through her head over and over as she turned on every single light in the small, one bedroom apartment. Somehow, she really didn't feel comfortable with so much darkness around her. That was where she used to feel safest. Now she jumped at the slightest movement, imagining that the shadows were moving, closing in around her again.
'What could he have done with me in seven hours?' she thought to herself as she slipped into a pair on her favorite pajamas. 'He could have killed me easily. He could have done so much worse. For seven whole hours, I was completely defenseless in the hands of a killer.' That last thought made her physically cringe.
She went into the bathroom to wash her face, but as she glanced up into the mirror, she was mesmerized by the swelling red line circling her throat. She took off her necklace and studied the mark, running her fingers painfully over it. She had gotten very close to death tonight, the closest she had ever been.
Sure she had been in countless life-threatening situations; it was an occupational hazard. Still, this was different. She had almost given in to the darkness, to death. She had tasted the sweet sense of serenity and had come back. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, and it had scared the hell out of her.
Unable to stand her reflection any longer, she decided to take a shower. Sliding out of her pajamas, she stepped under the jet of nearly scalding water. As the water flowed over her face, she felt her hot, salty tears melt with its harsh flow. She leaned against the wall in front of her, the jet pounding on her back as sobs shook her body. Finally, she slid to the floor of the tub, falling into an exhausted and dreamless sleep.
Awoken by the freezing water about an hour later, she stumbled out of the shower, shutting the water off on her way. She dried and put on her pajamas in an almost stagnant state, then fell into bed and a sleep filled with shadow.
**So, what'd you think? I won't know if you don't tell me. Hint hint, wink wink. Next chapter coming as soon as I think of it, and not before I get 10 reviews. Keep that in mind. It might be a little longer this time because school starts again on Monday and I have a two page English essay due on Thursday that I haven't even picked a topic for, so I might be busy. I'll try to get in one more chapter before break ends, but that means you guys have to review your butts off! Thanks guys! O:) **