The last few weeks had been some of the best of Danny's life since his arrival to RhyDin. He had set aside all of his vigilante work and focused just on being the best possible person he could be for his girl, Lizzie. All paranoia and fear of something hunting him - of being left alone - had vanished in that time. For the first time in years, Danny was a normal guy living a normal life.
He had left the day to day operations of the group he brought back with him up to Zee. She kept him informed, but Danny was adamant about having a hands off approach. He was done with the whole nighttime hero thing. He had closed that chapter of his life, all the good and bad. He was just Danny Brooks, a guy working odd jobs to pay the rent. No more mysteries, no more searching, no more trying to fight the inevitable. Just forgetting all the past and living in happiness for once in his adult life.
It was then that he turned a corner, metaphorically and literally. He was face to face with the same person who had haunted him not too long ago - the one who literally cut him to pieces. Except he seemed to have suffered a similar fate. The doctor's head was stuck to a doorway, held in place by an arrow. The rest of his body nowhere to be seen.
Danny stumbled backwards as his breath caught. It was hard to shock him, but this was quite successful. It was hard to specify if it was due more to the face of the deceased, or to how he had come across it. It was deliberate. A message. He had been taking the same way home for days now. Someone knew his pattern. He swiveled quickly, his eyes looking upwards, searching for any sign or trace of the person behind the message. His body tensed, coiled, waiting to strike at anyone or anything.
But nothing. Just cold air against his face, and the lifeless expression of the head attached to the building's door. Danny spared it one last look before he walked past, and even though one person he felt genuine fear about was dead, Danny still felt a little less unsure about the brightness of the future he had been envisioning.
He had left the day to day operations of the group he brought back with him up to Zee. She kept him informed, but Danny was adamant about having a hands off approach. He was done with the whole nighttime hero thing. He had closed that chapter of his life, all the good and bad. He was just Danny Brooks, a guy working odd jobs to pay the rent. No more mysteries, no more searching, no more trying to fight the inevitable. Just forgetting all the past and living in happiness for once in his adult life.
It was then that he turned a corner, metaphorically and literally. He was face to face with the same person who had haunted him not too long ago - the one who literally cut him to pieces. Except he seemed to have suffered a similar fate. The doctor's head was stuck to a doorway, held in place by an arrow. The rest of his body nowhere to be seen.
Danny stumbled backwards as his breath caught. It was hard to shock him, but this was quite successful. It was hard to specify if it was due more to the face of the deceased, or to how he had come across it. It was deliberate. A message. He had been taking the same way home for days now. Someone knew his pattern. He swiveled quickly, his eyes looking upwards, searching for any sign or trace of the person behind the message. His body tensed, coiled, waiting to strike at anyone or anything.
But nothing. Just cold air against his face, and the lifeless expression of the head attached to the building's door. Danny spared it one last look before he walked past, and even though one person he felt genuine fear about was dead, Danny still felt a little less unsure about the brightness of the future he had been envisioning.