Dani: you...

I looked from Scarecrow and Richards. Richards to Scarecrow. Steve to Dad. Only he wasn't my dad any more. He wasn't even my father biologically. Oh my...Oh my...And my mother wasn't my mother any more. She'd still died when I was eleven years old. But she died an unmarried woman, Maria. And...he was....

'You...I hate you!' I felt tears welling around my eyes. This time I wasn't holding it back. I was crying. He wasn't mine any more, he was just a bad man and I hated him for taking away my mother and denying me my father. I was too wrapped up in hatred, and fear, and a great overwhelmed feeling, that I didn't feel the light on my forehead. I saw the sign though, and at that moment I knew they were coming for me. They'd taught you how to dodge a bullet, but this was too close. I knew I wouldn't be able to get out of the way, and this was my moment. But...it wasn't my moment. I wasn't done yet, I had so much to learn, I wanted to talk with my father and see everything and...

The years flash through my mind in a whirlwind. I wondered if this was "my life": I saw me and my siblings. Laughing, running around the garden. My mother-well, Felicity Richards. But she was still my mother because she knew I wasn't hers, and yet she still loved me. She cared, for me...I see school, my friends, my sweet sixteenth. My first kiss...travelling to spring break with my best friend Clara...learning the art of crime solving. The first moment I met Foster....I yelled at him. The last time I saw him, I'd told him that the woman he'd love had been unfaithful. Too much, there was too much information, my brain felt too cramped. I couldn't...it was coming....Jagan, Bethany, Foster, Steve....

Scarecrow suddenly jumped in front of me, pushing me down. I fell backwards, back in the room at once. I was alive...he'd saved me. They really don't teach you anything like this. It sounds...too lyrical for real life. But that's how it is. Scarecrow was diving at the bullet flew through the air, grazed his shoulder. He landed and looked over at me. I was still in shock, my eyes irresistably fixated on his shirt. It was turning a bitter red, blossoming under his clothes. I opened my mouth and closed it again, still staring. Had to keep it back, must keep it back. I wanted to give up, and turn my head and vomit all over the floor. No. No Dani no. He saved your life. You have to keep going. Don't stop now. Please.

Bethany and Foster burst in, and I used this moment to pull myself swiftly up. Come on, don't give it all up now. I wanted to...I don't know. He looked over, and I saw the concern written over his features and I wanted to laugh. That's...that's my dad. I wanted to laugh so loudly and beam and run around like a child. I nodded over to him, as if to say, I won't let you down. Dad.

Richards was getting angry now. He gave another sign, just as Jagan ran into my peripheral vision. Oh, this was only just beginning.

Then all hell broke loose.

The End

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