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Spitting Image Chapter Two
Still Present, 2028
Artemis stood there stunned looking at her daughter, Abby who held a green vigilante costume in the air, glaring at her mother in anger.
"YEAH RIGHT! The hell its not, if this costume isn't yours mom then would you care to explain these." Before her mother could respond, the red headed speedster ran out of the room again and returned with two green objects in her hands. She thrust the green bow and quiver at her mother's feet and returned to glaring her.
"Where did you get these?"
"In your closet, they weren't hard to find. Now answer my question!"
Silence. Artemis was too shocked to speak; she had wanted to tell her daughter about her alter ego someday, but not today. She had no idea of what to say to the teen that was glaring at her with deep green eyes.
His green eyes.
There was no way Artemis was going to tell Abby about her past, and tell her about her father all in the same day. But she was going to have to say something to her daughter. Before the archer could speak up, Abby's expression softened and she spoke up.
"Mom I just want to know about my past, please can you it least tell who my father is?"
"No, I cant."
"You can't tell me or is it that you just wont tell me, Mom. I want to know about my family, please no lies." The redhead pleaded.
"Abby we're a family. You and me, that's it."
"No its not, you're lying to me. I can tell. Stop trying to protect me from everything, I can handle the truth."
"I am not that overprotective, I think the rules and your curfew are completely reasonable."
"No Mom, I'm not talking about the rules. You keep lying to me about your past, even when I have evidence you keep lying."
"Abigail, I protect you for your own good."
"LIAR! Mom, I am fifteen not five. You won't even let me walk to school!"
"I have my reasons and you should not question them." Artemis was on the edge of losing her temper. She had always wanted to tell Abby about her past, but then she would be in even more danger.
"I'm going to my room, I can't handle any more of this. I thought you trusted me more than this Mom." Spat the teenager. She could not handle any more of her mom's lies. All she wanted was the truth, and was that too much to ask of her mother. The redhead ran to her room and grabbed a backpack and began packing it. If her mother didn't think she could handle herself on her own, she was going to prove it. Abby took off and ran out of the house before her mother could stop her. She was out on a mission to prove herself, to prove to her mother that she was fine on her own. She didn't even say goodbye when she slammed the door shut, she just left. Gone with the wind.
All Artemis saw was a blur of red and black before the door slammed shut. She considered going after her daughter, but it would be no use. Abby could easily outrun her car. She decided to let her just cool off. Usually when Abby went out for a "run" she would be back within 40 minutes, but this time that wasn't the case.
The worried archer sat on the couch looking at the clock as two hours went by. She finally got up and walked to her computer, she pulled up the tracking device map. When Abby started developing super speed she put little tracers in all of her shoes. Just in case. but the archer promised herself that she would never actually activate it unless it was an emergency. But this was an emergency; she quickly pulled the tracking screen up and felt slight relief when she saw Abby was still in Gotham. Artemis earnestly watched the little red dot zip around the city, and then it stopped and disappeared. "NO!" She frantically tried to find it again, but it was too late. She knew that her daughter was already gone.
Artemis looked over at the green pile of fabric on the floor.
She had to do it.
The archer grabbed her uniform and looked at the last location the device was transmitted. Fear struck her heart as the coordinates appeared. She immediately recognized the location, the narrows…
Abby loved feeling the wind in her face as she ran. There was nothing like the feeling of the wind whip through her hair as she ran, when she got to run like this she felt completely free. Unfortunately she wasn't free, not yet it least.
The speedster cursed her mother as she tried to dislocate the tracking beacon from her shoe. "That bitch, she has absolutely no trust in me!"
She knew her mother was going to come after her, so on her way out of town she ditched the tracer in an alley. The redhead knew her mother was smart, but this would hopefully deter her enough to be able to get away.
Tears of betrayal stung Abby's eyes as she departed from Gotham and headed westward. She didn't care where she was going; the only thing that mattered was that she was free.
I'm sorry it took so long to upload the next chapter, I was sick all weekend and didn't really feel like typing. Thanks to all of the people who reviewed and favorited (it makes me feel special). I'm going to try to upload more chapters this week if I have time. I already have most of the story written, its just a matter of me typing it up. I would also like suggestions for future chapters(even though I have a lot of it written I still want to make it better). Well now I have to get back to writing my midterm paper, so keep reading.