Chapter six
A/N: Here's the next chapter. The Parrs and Lucius belong to Disney, the rest to me. Enjoy!
I ran in through the front door, out of breath from rushing here. There was a commotion in my entire house, people everywhere. I saw my dad running around, trying to help Dr. Demmer who was upstairs taking care of Dash. My mother was busy in the kitchen, cooking something to keep herself busy so she wouldn't cry. Duke was pacing the upstairs' hallway, and Lindy was hugging a crying Jack-Jack. I looked over, tears making my vision blurry, and saw Lucius sitting in a chair. He jumped to his feet when he saw me enter. I collapsed into his arms, starting to cry as he hugged me.
"How are you doing Vi?" he asked, rubbing my arm.
"I-I'm fine. How bad is he?" I whispered. Lucius helped me sit down.
"Pretty bad. He went after Sundew, and she slimed him. The acid ate away at his side. We don't know if…well, we're just waiting to see what Dr. Demmer says.
I stared absently. Dash went after Sundew…that's who dad wanted me to go after tonight. I told him I couldn't make it because I had a date. This wouldn't have happened if I had just cancelled the date and went after her myself. This was my fault.
Dr. Demmer emerged from Dash's room, rubbing his hands together nervously. Everyone rushed to him.
"Well, he'll live. In fact, the wound should be healed within a month. Since he's a super, his immune system is stronger and his skin can heal faster. There will be a scar, but I'm sure he could make up some story about a car crash, or something. Of course, if he hadn't been a super…" he trailed off, looking at his feet. Relief washed over everyone, except me. This was my fault.
I turned and rushed out the door, running to nowhere in particular. I ended up in an empty alley way.
Staring at the sky, I felt my anger rising. I screamed, kicking a brick wall, and then punching it. I backed away, crying as I sunk to the ground. All my fault.
Then, purple flashed in front of my eyes. I shook my head, looking down at my hands. The force fields were there. Grimacing, I stood back up. I didn't care if my powers destroyed me; it would probably be better that way.
Yelling out, I threw the spheres at the wall, hard. They reappeared in my palms. I panted, staring at my hands. Then, I threw those too. I kept throwing the force fields, screaming and crying as I ran around the alleyway. After about a half hour, I stopped. I had gained control of my powers.
The dust cleared, and the force fields disappeared from my hands. My breathing was labored as I collapsed to the ground in tears. Someone entered the alleyway; they had been watching me.
"Violet…?" I heard Duke ask as he approached cautiously.
"What?" I sobbed.
"Your family sent me after you, they were worried."
"They should have been worried about Dash, he almost died…and it was all my fault." I muttered.
"No, don't say that!" Duke knelt down beside me, putting a strong hand on my shoulder. "What happened tonight wasn't your fault, or anyone else's. We just, all underestimated Sundew's powers." He sighed.
"But- I was supposed to go after her! I mean, I should've just- cancelled the date or something." I cried.
"Vi, listen to me!" Duke grabbed me by my shoulders, turning me to face him. "Sundew didn't want Dash, she wanted you. Dash is alive, but if you had gone…you wouldn't be here right now." He whispered.
"How do you know that?" I asked, my tears slowly disappearing.
"Dash was forced to…to give away your secret identity." He told me quietly. I gasped. "Now, I don't know why this Sundew has a personal vendetta against you, but I think that you should lay low for awhile."
"But-" I started.
"No!" Duke yelled, standing back up as he ran his hands through his hair. "Vi, I couldn't stand losing a friend like you, or Dash, or Lindy…" he trailed off. I watched him warily as he paced.
"It's- I lost my best friend when I was little…and I don't want to lose another." He spoke quietly. I saw a tear running down his face. I stood up slowly, walking towards him. I put my hand on his shoulder, and he turned towards me.
"It's okay, I understand." I smiled weakly. He nodded, casually wiping his eyes on his sleeve. I took his hand and led him off down the street.
"You know I can control my new power now?" I told him.
"Yeah, yeah I saw that." He smiled.
I was sitting in a rooftop garden, staring at the full moon. I was wearing my supersuit, but I wasn't sure why. There were white flowers all around me, comforting me with their smell.
Suddenly, a blur of orange flames flew past me. I turned to see Blaze standing there.
"Beautiful tonight," he smiled.
"Yes, the moon is beautiful." I replied, turning back to the sky.
"I meant you." He said. I smiled, but didn't turn around.
"What are you doing here Blaze?" I sighed. He walked over in front of me.
"I-needed to talk to you." He said, sitting down in front of me.
"Well, make it fast because I have to get ready for a date." I told him.
"Are you still dating that jerk Zach?" he sighed in disgust, and I almost laughed.
"Yes. Now, what did you need to tell me?" I asked.
"Just that…I don't think that this Zach guy is good enough for you. You deserve someone better, stronger, who controls fire…"
"Blaze." I stopped him. He looked at me. "It's not going to work, okay? Haven't you caught on by now? We aren't going to go out."
For almost half a second I could've sworn I could see his eyes grow reflective with tears. Then, he seemed to get a hold of himself.
"Alright, you want to date a total jerk, go ahead!" he yelled out to me as he left. "But I won't be around forever." He muttered.
I wanted to say something back like "thank goodness", but something stopped me. He had looked…hurt. I actually felt bad. Surely he knew I always joked around with him; this whole date thing between us was a joke…it had to be.
I had been standing outside Dash's door for a long time, wanting to go in but not being able to. I didn't know what he'd look like a day after he had dealt with Sundew. Finally, I sighed and opened the door.
His room was dark; only one lamp on his desk was turned on. He was lying on his bed, eyes closed. His chest was bare, exposing the bandages that were wound around his middle. His lower half was covered with a white sheet.
As I shut the door softly, he turned his head towards me. A small smile showed on his face, his eyes halfway open.
"Hey, Vi…" he groaned, trying to sit up. I walked over to him, stopping him.
"I-I just came in to see how you're doing." I whispered. I gazed down at the bandages, reaching a finger out to run over them. He winced slightly and I pulled my hand back. "Sorry…" I turned to leave.
"No, I'm fine. The pain isn't as bad." He reassured me.
"But it's bad." I pointed out. He didn't answer. "Look," I sighed, "I just wanted to tell you, that I'm sorry about all of this."
"All of what?" he asked.
"You getting hurt. If I had just cancelled my date, this wouldn't of happened." I told him, turning back around.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have told her your true identity. It's just- she was going to kill Jack…" he broke off. I smiled weakly down at him.
"Hey, stop crying, freak. It's alright now." I tried to reassure him. He laughed weakly.
"You're all dressed up, where are you going? Max's?" he asked, smirking.
"Oh, sorry, I have to go now; you seem to be miraculously healed." I smiled at him as I left.
A/N: Okay, there you go. This chapter ended positive enough, but there's still a few more chapters left.