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Chapter 5

"What?" said Danny hoarsely. "Y-you think you're my father?" This could not be right. This was certainly not Star Wars, after all. But the more he stared at the man who claimed to be George Foyet, the more he understood the man was completely serious. "How could you be alive? You were killed by an FBI agent."

The man snorted.

"Come on, Danny-boy." He smirked "You said you said you followed me in the news. Did you happen to skip the part that said the car carrying my body drove of a cliff, and my body was never found?" This was true, his body had never been found… He wasn't sure what to say to that.

"What makes you think you're my Dad?" He asked quietly.

"Well, you happen to look exactly like I did when I was say, ten." Danny swallowed. "And I'm sure you've realized we have the same last name by now. But, most importantly about eleven years ago, I was with a girl. What was her name…Sandra Ivy, yes?" Danny nodded. That was the name on his birth certificate. "She became pregnant and I left her. She died during childbirth. And that's the story. Now I have a deal for you: I can tell you're a lot like me. And I came back to finish off a certain FBI agent who I believe is here, investigating a case. Now, you can help me terminate him, or I can kill you." He finished with a nasty smile.

"Wha-what do you want me to do?" asked Danny, eyes wide.

"Good choice." Said Foyet, smiling all the while. "You say you're a killer? Prove it. The guy who owns this shop isn't dead, not quite. Stab him for me." Danny nodded.

"Okay, how?" he asked eagerly. He wanted to prove himself, and this was the best way he knew how.

"Here." Said Foyet, tossing him his knife. "If you try anything, I've got this gun pointed straight at the back of your head."

"Yeah, yeah." Said Danny. He was excited, the familiar feeling of anticipation growing stronger. He walked to the body of the man. He was gushing blood.

"Can you hear me? Tap for yes." he asked. The man tapped his finger on the ground, feebly.

"Excellent, now you can listen to me carve you like a pumpkin." The man's eyes widened in terror as Danny pulled out the knife. "Happy Halloween." He stabbed the man repeatedly until the man was clearly dead. Then Danny stomped on the man's face with his razor-cleats. He looked up at Foyet.

"Believe me now?"

Foyet smiled.

"Alright, kid. It's time we go and talk to one Agent Aaron Hotchner."

And the two, father and son, walked out into the cool, clear, night ahead.