Another so soon, my friends? Yea, I got a full head of steam, so my partner The Dark Lord Duroth, my Editor Darkest Nightmare's Dread, and I tried to get these out quickly, and yet as good as possible. I thank you for all my loyal friends and readers who have stuck with us, and I hope this filler chapter meets expectations. Just as a heads up, since I don't want people to be confused and asking me about it in the comments, this chapter takes place the day after chapter 12. Just to avoid confusion. On to the show, my good friends. If you have any ideas, suggestions or questions for me, please message me of post them in the comments.

Chapter 13

"Everyone ready?" asked Power Man. The team chorused their assent as the room darkened.

He smiled, "Let's enjoy a movie!"

The screen lit up with the opening trailers. The S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy students occupied an entire row of the movie theater, dressed in civilian attire and armed with a plethora of snacks and drinks. Spider-Man (or Peter Parker, although Andrew couldn't really recognize him as such) turned to look at Andrew. "Hey man, how'd you get us tickets to this movie anyhow? It's premiere night, and this is one of the most anticipated horror movies of the year!"

"Uh…" Andrew began nervously as he tried to answer his team's leader. "Well, I have a... relative who worked on the movie," Andrew answered evasively, the whole time not taking his eyes off the screen, which was currently advertising an unfunny looking romantic comedy.

"Wow, seriously?!" Peter asked a little too loudly, which earned hushes from both his teammates and other moviegoers.

"Yes," Andrew whispered, finally turning to face his leader. "My father works for Hollywood, and he got attached to this movie," Andrew said.

"Dude, that's so cool. What part of the movie did he work on?" Peter asked again a little too loudly, which earned hushes once again. This time, they were a little fiercer.

"My last name is Steele, so look for my last name in the end credits," Andrew said as the already dimly lit theater plunged into pure darkness. Low, creepy music began to fill the theater, followed by the title: "Shattered" which proceeded to break into shards of glass. About thirty minutes into the movie, it was obvious that the entire theater was on edge, and the movie had yet to have a single jump scare, Andrew could tell just by looking at his teammates that they were on edge. Peter, in particular, seemed to jump with every change in the music. Doreen, who happened to be sitting next to him, currently had her eyes glued to the screen when suddenly, the movie gave its first scare. The house in the movie lost power due to a severe storm, causing the main actress to merely glance up from her phone with an annoyed look as the wind howled. Suddenly, there was a loud bang as the window of her room broke open due to the wind knocking a branch through it. With a very annoyed look on her face, she quickly got up and closed the window. As she was walking back to her bed, she passed a rather large looking reflective mirror that hung from its old rusted hook. Just as she reached her bed, she heard another noise at her window. Giving a very angry growl, she got up to check the window, but as she walked toward it, it happened. A hand with razor like claws suddenly burst through the glass and grabbed ahold of her hand, which caused everyone in the theater to jump. Some were so startled that they even spilled their popcorn.

"Wow, that got me good." Andrew whispered as he turned to face Doreen, who was currently sitting there with her mouth open and a shocked expression on her face. "Doreen, are you alright?' he asked her.

"Andrew," she said turning to face him. "What was that?" She whispered.

"I don't know," Andrew replied, making sure to keep his voice low. "After all we are only a little over 40 minutes into a two-and-a-half-hour movie, so there is much more to be revealed."


A few rows back, a thin young woman sat with a muscular, tanned man. "So, what are we doin' here, anyways?" The young man asked in a slight British accent.

"We're here to watch the movie, Chill," the woman replied. "We needed a break, and I have yet to see what people call a horror movie."

The young man nodded. "If you say so, Omeran," he replied. He was glad that they were sitting in the back. They would definitely look like an odd couple: a pale, thin, bald Japanese woman sitting next to a muscular, tanned British man. Chill took a moment to look at his partner. She said little about her past, but that was alright with him. She hadn't jumped yet, but he knew that she was a tough girl, and it would take a lot to scare her.


At last, the climax had come and gone. The strange mirror's power had been destroyed, and now the main hero could live in peace. "Thank goodness it's almost over," Peter whispered to Andrew, which earned him a confused look.

"Why do you want this to end? It's pretty good," Andrew whispered back.

"I know, but it scared the absolute crap out of me a few times," Peter replied, but before Andrew could respond, the hero walked into her room and looked into the pile of pieces of the mirror. Just as she did, the clawed hand that belonged to the monster she thought that she had destroyed suddenly burst through the glass pile and impaled her, and as she screamed, the hand sucked her back into the mirror shard. The glass all converged to make the mirror whole again, and all that was left of her was a bloody hand print. All of the theater sat in a stunned silence.

Andrew noticed that there was a tugging feeling on his arm. He turned and saw that it was Doreen, who had wrapped her left arm around his right, and she seemed to have done it without noticing. Andrew tapped her lightly on the shoulder, which caused her to jump again in her seat.

"Sorry, Doreen," Andrew said in an apologetic whisper, "but you've kind of wrapped your arm around mine."

"Sorry Andrew." she apologized with an apologetic and embarrassing look on her face, as she unwrapped herself from him.


Chill looked over at Omeran, and noticed that she had a bit of a startled look on her face, much like the expression he had on his own face. "I certainly did not expect that," Omeran said, her voice too calm for the look on her face.

"Sometimes," Chill replied, "the hero dies in the end." The couple exited the theater room, satisfied with the movie.

After exiting the building, Omeran pulled out her cell-phone, which was ringing. "Hello, Tony," she said flatly.

"What's with the cold welcome?" The man said on the other side of the phone. "Bad movie?"

"I do not do 'hot', Tony," Omeran replied. "I have pictures that I took of our wayward Predator. I will send them to you shortly, as well as pictures of friends of his whom I suspect are actually heroes."

"Someday, you gotta tell me how you manage to do all that you do without getting caught," Chill said to her as she ended the conversation with Tony. Chill was very impressed with her abilities.

"Simple. You find someone else to blame," Omeran said bluntly.


Finally, after a technical malfunction was taken care of, the credits began and the first credit came up: "Written and Directed by: Joseph Steele", which caused Peter to turn in his seat. "Your dad is a Hollywood Director?" he asked in a stunned silence.

"Yep," Andrew replied.

"That's so cool," Peter replied as the group began exiting the room. "You're the son of a Hollywood director."

Some people were turning in their direction, so Andrew turned to Peter and said, "No spoilers." Peter nodded, knowing what his friend really meant.

Doreen was stunned, and very impressed. "Your dad did a great job," she said to Predator, making sure to keep her voice down.

"Maybe there's hope for you yet," Ava joked.

Andrew smiled. "Maybe," he agreed.

Edited by Darkest Nightmare's Dread