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The silence in the truck he's put me in was oppressive. Outside though it sounded like a war was raging on. The driver had to make some crazy turns to keep from getting blasted, which sent me slamming into Eddie each time. He had his hand on the back of my neck, ready to snap if I angered him any more. The absence of his mask was a bit unnerving, even though I'd seen him without it. That mask had become his face more than his actual one.

"I missed you, Aphrodite," he said softly. He seemed happy to see me.

I shifted away as much as I could, "I see myself more as Athena, actually." Wise, helped out a hero, could kill anybody she wanted, that was me. Or the last part is what at least I wanted to be right now.

He chuckled, "Or Hera, queen above all men and gods. Except one is equal to her."

I didn't reply even though I knew what he meant. After tasting freedom, being back in a cage hurt that much worse. If I ran again I would be killed.

"What did he do to you?"

That made bile come to the back of my throat. "He loved me."

He tutted like I was a poor fool, "Serena, he was using you, and me, everyone. He only cared about himself."

Anger raged inside me. That was a damn lie. "He loved me."

He sighed and relaxed, his subtle anger was replaced by grief (if you could call it grief).

When the car stopped, I flew out the door only to slam into a crowd of paparazzi. Eddie grabbed my arm lightly and waded us through it. He was Mister Celebrity again, even without the mask, grinning and emptily answering every question they asked. I looked at every one of them, silently pleading for anyone to help me. They kept swarming around but didn't see what was real.

Eddie waved one last time before getting us to the entrance. I resisted the urge not to scream as he put his hand on the small of my back. Nostalgia from the day I left for the team came rushing back. We got through security rather quickly and to a terminal. His handgun was sticking out of his pocket so I grabbed it quickly and tucked it into my bra. The safety was on so it was likely to go off. He didn't notice, only led me to the tunnel to board the plane. I made a last attempt to run by jerking away as I hard as I could. He still kept his grip on me and dragged me harder.

"Eddie, please no!"

He whirled on me and backhanded me into the wall, still dragging me to the plane. Hot blood poured out of a cut on my cheek as he dragged us all the way to the plane. He shoved me into a seat far in the back. My anger began to boil. "Why are you doing this?!"

He glared at me like I was the stupidest person alive. "Angel needs to be stopped. He was going to destroy me and you. That's why I had Doc Savage try to kill him."

I froze in shock. "What?"

He chuckled, which built into a full-blown howl. "You still think Doc did that on his own? He wouldn't lift a wrinkled finger for anyone if he wasn't getting something out of it!"

"What?" I stammered.

"I did it. I signed a contract with Doc to kill Angel. He was threatening everything I worked for, everything I had, especially you," he grabbed my hands and looked at me with the insane gleam in his eyes. His loss had taken everything from him: his mask, his reputation, his life. But he wasn't the man I met, he was evil. "And he's not taking you say from me ever again."

"No, you're not taking me ever again!" I shot up and slammed into him, making him step to the side far enough to bolt toward the exit. His hand wrapped around my leg and swung my into the seats. He got to his feet, "Fine, you dumb bitch. If you won't come with me, you won't go with anyone!"

I rolled out of the way before he slammed his fists into the floor, punching a hole through metal. I pulled the gun out of my bra, firing and only hearing a click. He chuckled and drew one from his other pocket, "I think you're trying to kill me."

Before he could fire, I darted toward him, scooped up the gun, and got my hands on his throat. The plane started up and almost made me fall off. He wrestled around trying to throw me while I got him in a clothesline. He kept backing me into the walls of the plane, slamming hard enough for my ears to ring and ribs to crunch. The dumbfuck got close enough to the door that with his final slam, he sent us both falling to the ground.

My stomach went to my throat as we plummeted. He grabbed me and got on top so I would crash first, making me wrestle with him. He slammed into the ground first, cushioning the the twenty foot fall. I scrambled to my feet and coked the gun. He pushed himself up and looked at me, "Why?"

"You took me, raped me, abused me, and you dare call that love?"

"What?" he tried to get up, "you've got it all wrong."

I shot him in both of the knees. He yelled and still tried to get up. I fired into his chest and made him go down. "I don't. You're a piece of shit and you will never get to hurt anyone ever again."

A car was driving toward us, odd considering we were on the landing strip. I could hear a car door slamming Angel yelling, "Serena!"

A grab to my arm triggered a squeeze to the trigger. The bullet fired, leaving a hole in the center of his forehead.

Someone grabbed my arm and turned me to them. Angel looked at me with horror. I looked back to his corpse and balked. "Oh my god." I felt myself sprint away, almost getting to the car before Angel grabbed me again. "I'm sorry!"

"Serena, it's okay."

I turned back to him, "We don't have to run?"

"No, never again."

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