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Danni PoV
The watcher stepped out of the shadows slowly.
"What you don't recognize your dear old dad?" His face was just barley covered but his body still shone through all the darkness, the white lab coat, the muddy shoes that no matter how many times mom washed still managed to retain a last layer of mud.
And finally the macaroni necklace, and that was all I needed to see to make my knees go weak.
"No.. NO!" That couldn't be him.. my dad was dead!
I glared at the man in front of me, "If that's you Martian I wont hesitate to rip your head off from your shoulders!"
The man laughed then started walking toward me slowly, I matched each step he took with my own backward. The shadows around the room seemed to beckon me to use them. With each step the man took a small trail of mud was left in his place, ruling out my theory that he was a ghost.
The mans face was now lit up, and I could now see that whoever had done this ruse had done it well. Each little detail was there, the scruffy eyebrows, the drooping chin, his to big to be normal eyes.
Even the small scar over his eyebrow that I had give him at Christmas when he hadn't given me a Batman and Robin action figure all those years ago was there.
His eyes seemed to bear right down into my soul. His eyes.. they were bright blue and seemed to sparkle even under the dim lighting. My mom had said that was what had attracted her to him all those years ago.
He looked older though, his skin was a little baggier, and his normally brown hair now had a dash of gray running through it.
My back hit the wall behind me and I found myself wishing that this way wasn't so brightly lit. The man stopped about ten feet away from where I was standing. He leaned back on his heels, completely at ease, the complete opposite of myself.
I lifted my hand up slightly and I saw that my hand was shaking like crazy. I tried to calm myself down, but it wasn't working. I knew that if I could meditate then I could probably think of a way to get myself out of here but as stressed as I was the only thing I could think of was a jumbled mess of emotions.
If this really was my dad, which it wasn't, then why was he here and how did he find me. And if it wasn't, and it wasn't, then why was this imposter here and what was their motive.
Then like a sleeping cobra the imposter attacked. He launched off his right foot and swung his leg down quickly towards my feet.
I jumped up and just barely avoided being hit onto the floor. I rolled to the right and spun around, stopping in a crouched position.
I bared my teeth at him and pulled two of my hunting knives out of their sheaths. I held them loosely in my hands, ready to throw them or slash at his face.
He reached into his back pocket and slowly took out a gun and leveled it at my head. His teeth bared themselves in an exact copy of my own then his finger tightened on the trigger and then gun went off.
In slow motion I rolled to the side and flipped up to my feet. The bullet ricocheted off the wall and stuck itself into the floor somewhere behind me.
I was slightly scared, nobody like getting shot at, least of all me. But seeing my fathers face as the shooter made my already brimming rage boil over the top.
With a screech that would have made any feline proud I threw one of my knives at the imposter's face and swung my foot at their face, my toe pointing straight to their throat.
They ducked under the knife then grabbed my foot and threw my down. I collided with the metal ground and I felt my cheek and hands catch on some imperfection on the floor and get torn open.
I staggered to my feet and cradled my hurt hands. I spit out some blood that I had found its way to my mouth then I spread my hands out in front of me.
I felt the familiar rush of power and once again I could practically feel strings attached to every shadow in the room, and each one was sown onto the fingers of my hand. I pulled up and each shadow was pulled upward towards the ceiling.
I smiled at the imposter in front of me, then threw my hands together. Every shadow followed my hands and crashed together, a tidal wave, and the imposter was caught in the middle.
The imposter screamed loudly, and I could just barely see him struggling on the inside of the vortex.
Then shots rang out. I moved them to cloud in front of where I was but it was to late. A single shot rang out and a torrent of pain erupted in my left shoulder.
My arms dropped and the shadows quickly melted back to where they had come from. The imposter waltzed over to where I was kneeling. I looked down and away from him and tried to stop the bleeding in my shoulder.
My vision had black spots dancing all around it, and the edges were fuzzing out. I felt the mans hand grab my hair and yank my face up towards his own.
My eyes met his own and I saw only pity and contempt. "What a shame.. I thought you would have been stronger by now.. Oh well. Your friends will just have to die and know you were a failure!" He yanked on my hair then he shoved my face down towards the floor.
I fell forwards and slowly lifted my head up and watched him walk away.
My team! No he couldn't hurt them! I pulled myself up and grabbed my gun from it's holster.
"No..." I whispered then I pulled the trigger.
The bang that followed seemed to resonate all around the entire world. The imposter crumpled to the ground, a large bullet wound in the back of his head.
With my one hand that wasn't putting pressure on my shoulder I dragged myself over to the man. If it really was my dad there would be one thing they couldn't copy.
I pulled out my knife and I lifted the shirt sleeve on his left arm. Then I placed the tip of my knife on the calloused flesh of his upper arm and I sliced through it until I reached his wrist.
My gag reflex was threatening to take over but I puled apart the layers of flesh until I reached the bone. Just as I expected, a metal rod instead.
That really had been my father.
I smiled, "Good the bastard needed to die!" I laughed but inside I felt an immense cloud of sadness take over my heart. My mom had died in vain.
A flashback threatened to take over my mind and no matter how hard I tried to fight off the dark memory it swam its way to the front.
"Mommy! Mommy! Look what I found!" A tiny eight year old bounded into the living room. Her hand was cupped and a lady of about thirty years stopped washing the dishes and leaned over to see what her young daughter had in her hand.
The young girl slowly opened up her hand, "Ta da!" The woman stumbled back, her hand fluttered up to her mouth. The young girl looked down at the item in her hand.
"Mommy whats wrong?" The woman slowly reached over and took up the small, golden ring.
"Nothing's wrong honey.. Look mommy needs you to run into your room and pack up your things.. Mommy needs to talk to Daddy ok?" The little girl nodded then skipped out of the kitchen, humming 'Its a Small World'.
Little did I know that that little 'talk with daddy' would end up with her dead and my father supposedly dead.
I had walked into my dads office a few minutes after I had left, I had forgotten my favorite teddy bear under his chair and I had wanted to get it back. When I had walked inside my dad had my mom in a headlock with a gun to her head, and my mom was crouched on the ground, begging with him to let her go.
I had ran up to dad and I had begged him to let mommy go because, "She really didn't mean to drop that plate the other day!"
He had struck out at me and had hit me across the cheek with the butt of the gun. I had fallen over and hit a candle off his desk. It had caught fire on the carpet and my mom had taken the opportunity to take the gun from my dad and point it back at him.
She had yelled at me to get out and I had. But I had accidentally closed the door behind me and locked it. I had heard her banging from the other side but I hadn't been able to unlock the door. She had been burned alive by my mistake.
Of course the entire house had burned down with it. And that night for some strange reason my hair had turned silver and my eyes changed their color as well. Everyone had just thought that I colored them but now that I looked back on it, it was probably just when my powers had come in.
I don't know how my father must have gotten out but now that I knew he really was dead I felt a weight lift off my shoulder's. I leaned over his form and I looked at his right hand, on his middle finger was the gold ring.
I had looked that up later too. Apparently some cult called, Luna's Warriors, each wore these rings. But all that I knew was that right now I needed to find my team.
I raced down the hall and looked in each of our rooms, but each one was empty.
I walked back to Bella's room and found gauze among her things and wrapped and disinfected my shoulder. It stung like hell but I knew that in the long run it was gonna be worth it. I shuffled back to my dad and knelt by his still form.
Slowly I pulled off his jacket and looked in the pockets, lucky for me there was a small tracking device, and there were two blinking red dots only a few blocks away from here.
I looked at the address then ran out to the Wall, tracker in hand.
Everything around me seemed to melt into a blur, I lost track of time and the only thing that seemed to crater me to the ground was the two red dots on the screen in front of me.
When I finally got to the address I saw that it was the abandoned sugar factory.
Slowly I crept up on the side entrance and pushed down on the lock, quickly popping it open. I slipped inside and limped over to one of the walls. During my run my adrenaline had been pumping and I hadn't been able to feel the wound. But now the pain was blasting full on.
Suddenly every single light in the entire building seemed to pop on all at the same time. I covered my eyes and when my eyes had adjusted I lowered my hand.
In the middle of the room was Iggy and Nick, both were tied to chairs and gagged with some sort of cloth. I looked around but I couldn't see anyone so I ran forward and flicked out my pocketknife and set to work trying to cut the rope stuff.
I was about halfway done with Nick's when I heard a clapping on the other side of the room. I spun towards the noise and threw the knife in the general direction.
I heard a small grunt but when I looked I saw that my assailant wasn't killed with a knife to the skull, but instead was pinned with a knife in his sleeve. He pulled it out of his sleeve then stepped into the better light.
Just as I expected, Iggy's brother.
I glared at him then I got into my fighting stance, "So is this your normal hideout then?" He smiled at me then slowly started edging forward.
"I can see why Ig stays with you.. You have such a fiery personality!" Then he threw his fist forward and a trail of snow and ice shot out of it.
I stumbled out of the way and started edging back towards the other side of the room. Smiling he threw a flurry of kicks and punches in my direction, each one followed by ice and sleet.
I dodged up and down and tried to get out of the way of every strike, but one hit managed to hit right on my injured shoulder.
I screamed louder than I had ever thought possible for my body. I felt lit Iggy had just set fire to my entire shoulder, I fell to the ground and grabbed at my now frozen body part.
Iggy's twin walked towards me slowly, he knew I was done. As he passed by his brother and Nick I saw him reach out and whack his brother over the head, waking him up.
I recognized my one chance at escape quickly, "IGGY!" His head swiveled towards me, but it was to late.
His twin grabbed me by the hair and yanked me up to face him, our faces only inches apart. I could barely move, so I did what would probably my last move of defiance. I spit in his face.
With a yelp he pulled away, but he still had a firm grip on my hair. He yanked me sideways and wiped his face with my hair. He looked back towards me, his eyes filled with maniacal rage, but there was something else.. Pain.
He yanked my head down and slammed my head into the ground. The grit bit into my nose and I heard a small pop and soon pain was erupting from my nose. He yanked me back up and I slowly lifted my still good hand and felt my nose.
Something wet was flowing out of my nose and quickly covered my hand. I lifted it up before my eyes and saw that it was blood. The bastard had broken my nose!
My hand dropped down to my side, all of my strength spent. I could feel my vision blurring but the bastard wasn't done with me yet.
He slammed his palm across my face, whipping my head to the side. Smiling he threw his knee forward and kneed me in the stomach. He pulled back and watched me, probably trying to see what my reaction was.
I slumped forward, I just couldn't hold myself up anymore. He yanked my head back up then spit into my own face.
I could feel the glob of spit slowly making its way down my face, but I didn't have enough strength to wipe it off or even come up with a witty comeback.
He gave me a crooked smile then leaned down and forced me to face towards where the others were tied.
"Look at that sad little picture.. All of you are going to die tonight and no one is even going to care!"
The twin turned to me and pulled out a knife, "Say goodbye to the rest of the team!" Then he brought the knife down in a graceful arc towards my head.
Strangely, I was ok, I mean I was scared and all, but I wasn't freaking out. My ghost could kick some ass when it got left behind.
Just as the knife entered into my wall of hair I heard a whistling sound. Something went through the other side of my hair then hit the knife out from the Twin's hand.
I looked over to where the projectile had come from and saw something in the shadow move, "I wouldn't do that again if I was you!"
A lady stepped out of the shadows, gun pointed straight at the head of the Twin.
"Momma!" I whispered. My mother slowly started walking towards where I was kneeling, her eyes never leaving the Twin's body.
"Hun if you can, will you move over to your left a bit? Momma needs some room to kick some ass!" Grunting I forced myself to move to my left, but only a few inches.
My mother walked forward, she too had aged, and she had burn scars running up and down the right side of her face. And her arms and legs from what I could see were burned as well. She was wearing a long black trench coat and black slacks with a white button down tee shirt and black vest. Just like what she would have worn all those years ago.
My mom lept into action, she gave a quick kick to the twins abdomen, then delivered a punch to his jaw. He stumbled to his right then threw a barrage of ice spears towards her head. My mom ducked the flipped over his head and kicked him hard in the back, making him stumble forward and almost fall over.
Somehow Nick had woken up, and now he phased through his bonds and jumped on the twins back. "Ride em' pony!" Laughing he wrapped his hands around his throat and started to choke him. The twin wrapped his hands around the little boys head then threw him off and towards the ground.
My mom dove forward and caught him, then reached up and pulled out a gun from her pocket. She carefully aimed it at the Twin's head then pulled the trigger.
"No!" A blast of flame shot out in front of the twin, melting the bullet instantly. Iggy slowly walked towards his twin and stood in front of him protectively.
"No! You will not harm him! He is still my brother and not one of you will hurt him in any way at all!" Nick's jaw fell open ad I felt my brain explode.
"What? But look what he did to Danni! And he's the one who hurt you!" Nick ran towards him and tried to slide under Iggy's legs, but he caught him and tossed him back towards where my mom was standing.
He glared at his brother for a moment then looked over to where I was slumped. He ran over to me then carefully hooked his arms around my waist and picked me up bridal style, "Don't worry, he will pay for his crimes. But right now we need to go back to the Wall and sort all of this out!"
He looked down at his legs then towards my mom. "Lets go.. All of us!"
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