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Chapter 14 (Delia's P.O.V.)

The base they called Watch Tower was rather large. And when I looked outside the windows I realized we were in space! It was gorgeous to gaze upon the stars and planets. I could even see Pluto, even though scientists don't categorize it as a planet anymore, it's still out there. It's still a planet to me.

The rest of Watchtower was alright. It had a game room, training room, basically everything that was in the boys' apartment except bigger, much bigger. The amount of heroes on this vessel explains for the ridiculous size of the rooms. It even has a cafeteria besides a kitchen and dining room!

What I hate the most of this vessel, is seeing my sister. I don't have anything against her. I guess I'm just jealous…

Not because of her beauty or leadership. The fact she was able to live her life on Themyscira with our mother and without being made fun of is what I'm jealous over. I wish I could live her life.

But I'm never that lucky…

I suddenly felt the presence of a person behind me as I sat in the space version of a sun room.

"What do you want?" I asked after letting out a sigh.

"What's on your mind?" I was a bit surprised to find that the dark mysterious voice wasn't Carrie or Keeley. I spun around and there, leaning against the metal doorway, was Dougie. What is up this guy? Why does he always show up when I'm upset?

"Nothing. I'm perfectly fine." I lied turning away from him and continued to gaze out the window, into space.

"What? Don't like talking about your past?" He asked in a cocky tone. I could hear his feet shuffle closer to me and soon he was leaning against the window frame next to me.

"Why do you care?" I asked, not bothering to remove from the stars and stood up.

"You're…different…" I hesitated to turn to him, but when I did, I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What do you mean?" He sighed.

"When I save other damsels in distress…"

"Damsel?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow. But he ignored me and continued with his story.

"They always cling to me. In fact, they put themselves into danger gust to see me again."

"Man, you've got it bad." I said sarcastically.

"Ha, ha, ha, very funny." He responded, sarcastically. "I mean…I like how you don't act like them. I like how mysterious you are…"

"Stop." He did. "I'm not about to stand here and listen to you pour your heart out to me. Yes, I'm different, but not in a good way."

"But-"

"I was exiled from my homeland because I'm not like my sisters. I don't like fighting; I don't like how Themyscira only has women. I hate it there, but I love it. Plus, my own powers are different. They rely on strength, and wisdom. I rely on the legends of wolves and werewolves. I rely on friends to get me out of trouble. I'm different and two-faced. I'm nothing like my sister, she's always proper, and she didn't even try preventing me from leaving my home. I hate her!" I yelled looking at the floor.

"Wow…you really have it bad." My eyes widened. I thought he was mocking me but when I looked up at him, he was nothing close to joking. He was stone cold serious. "You pretty much told me your whole life story through your ranting…and I feel like I already know you."

"But you don't…" He stepped away from the window and closer to me. His right hand brushed past my dark brown hair and found my cheek and leaned close to my face.

"Then let me." He whispered. His face was so close to mine. His lips…inches away. My breathing wasn't steady any longer.

"You don't want to…"

"I do." His lips grazed my own and my eyes soon fluttered shut. "You don't know how much it's killing me to not know what's going though that pretty little head of yours." He continued to whisper as his lips grazed mine again.

"Why are you doing this to me?" My eyes halfway opened. He pulled away a bit.

"Because you haven't given me permission." As if he was under a trance, his loving romantic charm disappeared.

He pulled away from me fully, and made his way to the door and looked over his shoulder. "If you ever need to talk…you can come see me." Then he was gone.

I stared at the floor. I was in shock after what just happened. I was too confused to think. But one thing was on my mind…Dougie.

(Keeley's P.O.V.)

"This place is pretty huge." I said as I walked beside Danny. Tom and Carrie followed close behind us. Curse them for not letting us alone!

"How are you able to show us around this place if it's your first time here too?" Carrie asked.

"Danny's got a cheat sheet." Just as Tom said that, a 3-D green map popped up and out of Danny's green ring.

"The ring let's me think of anything I need and the ring makes it." Danny said as he examined the small 3-D map.

Suddenly a loud banging noise came from the sun room…which should be called the space room.

"What was that?" I asked, preparing myself to fight whatever was on the other side of the door to the sun room.

"Not sure…" Danny's map vanished back into his ring and both he and Tom hid on both sides of the door. The prepared to jump the person who was going to come out.

When the door opened, it revealed an irritated looking Delia. The look on Danny and Tom's faces let Carrie and I know they were frightened, plus they screamed like little girls.

"Delia?" Delia looked at me but then looked away and made her way down the hallway.

"Uh…guys?" Danny called to us from inside the sun room. Carrie and I walked in.

On the wall beside the window that looked out to space, was a large dent. There was a fist mark in middle of the wall, but the impact of the fist, made the whole wall dent too!

"Uh…I think Delia has been drinking too much milk." Tom said as he gaped at the scene.

Carrie turned to me. A serious look on was plastered on her face.

"Her powers are growing." Carrie whispered.