I pushed my way into the next curtained enclosure. Stopped.
Oh.
There were shouts behind me, which might have been someone noting my absence. I was at the point of not caring anymore.
…
What did you just come across.
I tried to take a step forward, to move to the bedside or around it, but my newly healed legs gave out under me. I crumpled into a kneeling position.
Did… did they take in Tattletale after all?
Or is it Danny?
Staring up at the occupant of the bed, a few things came to me. For one thing, I got to experience first hand what Brian had told me, about how he’d gone cold, still and quiet inside on that day he’d gotten his powers.
Oh shit.
For another, I realized why they’d had me chained up. Kind of stupid not to, in retrospect. A glance at the curtain showed a blue tag, the same style as the red one that had been on my curtain, plastic, unlabeled.
The presence of civilians that the villains could harm?
The bed’s occupant lay on her back, tubes running into her nose and mouth, an IV in her arm.
Guys, I have a sneaky suspicion that this is not Danny. There’s just something about this sentence…
So does that mean Taylor was right to doubt the meaning of “losses”?
An ugly cut marred her right breast and shoulder, which were bare. Smaller cuts covered the rest of her body.
Running footsteps and the sound of a curtain being heaved open in a neighboring section didn’t stir me from my daze.
Sounds like they’re looking around for Taylor.
The bed’s occupant wore Shadow Stalker’s costume, sans mask.
Oh. Alright…
…
Is it Emma? Or one of the other Harpies? Because damn if that wouldn’t be quite the twist.
Wait, no, definitely not Emma. We’ve seen her and Shadow Stalker in the same place. Twice.
Sophia, perhaps. I suppose the personalities match, to the extent we know them. Also, maybe it wasn’t just the running team Taylor got Sophia in trouble with?
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