Touch of the Past

by QueenStarrOfTheUniverse

Jazz and Tucker finally admit that they can't find their missing leader and teammate. And yes, they know if Danny was the one searching for them he would've found them instantly, but unfortunately we all can't be half-ghost superheros with ghostly connections... Time to go to the "professional" superheros; who end up directing Jazz and Tucker to their team of sidekicks instead.

7. Chapter 7

The eyes don't return.

I long for them to come back.

They gave me a beautiful night, of rest and no nightmares. When the hallucinations faded with the eyes, I was able to heal. When I woke, I was in less pain than I have ever been.

Of course, it didn't last long.

But I remembered… Not a person, place, thing. Not a memory, but an impression, of a feeling. The feeling of power. Of flying. Being so high, untouchable, in control.

It made me long for something new.

The absence of feeling helpless. Feeling… in control, powerful? Maybe. I think it's just the desire to be free. But the people here have made it quite clear: even if I do escape…

I'll never be free.

There's nowhere for me to go. No one to go to.

But the more I think, the more I long. I rationalize, try to make it all lay out into a plan.

This is something to want. I can resist forever, that much is clear, but I can't live like this forever. Now I want out.

I need out.

I'm going to get out.

Screw them and their security measures and their "specially designed" walls and guards and dogs and collar.

Screw it all.

This is happening.