Disclaimer- :( I wish.
Now, some of you guys wanted Robin to kill Blade but I didn't do that. Why? For one, when I wrote "The Deadly Blast From the Past", some of the readers weren't too happy that Robin felt like he had to kill Slade. So, to avoid that happening again, I wrote it where Robin had only knocked Blade out. For two, . . . you guys get to find out in the next chapter. :)
Note- I'm so tempted to kill Artemis off . . . She drives me insane on the show. I think it's because of her voice. It drives me insane.
Note 2- The italics are thoughts.
Chapter 16
Blade woke up to find himself smothered by darkness and his hands tied to his feet. Blade immediately began to feel the knots, trying to figure out how the person tied him. Blade almost barked a laugh when he felt the confusing and tangled knots.
I guess Shadow woke up and wasn't too happy that I knocked him out with a crowbar.
Blade chewed on his lower lip as he tried to untie the knots that Shadow had tied to no avail. Blade sighed as he continued to try.
Shadow's way of tying knots hasn't changed a bit. While it may look messy and sloppy, it's actually complexed. This might take me hours to undo!
Blade lifted his head up and leaned it back against the column that was in the middle of the dark room. Did he actually want to untie himself and run away? Why would he do that when he had no where to go, no purpose to his life?
He didn't know. He didn't even know why he got Shadow's attention in the first place.
. . . Maybe I was lonely. Maybe I was ready to be friends again . . . Maybe I was ready to quit being the bad guy.
Blade chuckled weakly at his stupidity. He had been so blinded by his anger that he had missed the big picture that Shadow apparently had been staring at.
There WAS something better than killing people for money.
Blade laughed bitterly at himself. Oh, how he wished that he had listened to Shadow but he knew that deep down, he wouldn't be able to change. He wouldn't be able to resist from feeling someone's neck break in his rough hands. It was his drug.
But once you started, you couldn't stop.
Blade's laughed died at that thought, despair slowly seeping into his heart. He could never change. Never. But he didn't want to continue to kill people.
So what could he do?
Blade's eyes widened when he felt his back-up remote control for his bombs in his black boots.
I guess Shadow thought that because I'm out of my mind, I wouldn't think to make a backup remote.
Blade's eyes softened with pain. He knew his death would affect Shadow but Blade knew that Shadow was a tough kid.
. . . I guess this is goodbye, huh Shadow?
With the remote now in his hands, Blade pushed the button that would blow up the entire building.
A/N- I needed you guys to understand how Blade sees things. Please review! This was published on 3-14-12 with the length of 600 words.