Redamancy ☆ DC Stargirl • Yolanda Montez (III)

Twenty-Four

Freya's POV:

"Thanks, Mel." I wave goodbye to the convenience store clerk and exited the store with the bag around my arm. A cold breeze hits me and I dig my hands inside my jacket pockets with a shiver, carefully stepping down the pathway.

However, before I could cross the street, my eyes land on a figure dressed in a dark coat staring at the mural painted on the wall. "I'm sure you've seen this painting. My son is talented, isn't he? He takes after his mother." Jordan slowly turns his head with an innocent smile. "Good to see you again, Freya."

I clench my jaw at his casual tone. Within seconds, I unsheathe my hidden dagger from my coat and swiftly throw it at his chest.

With quick-like reflexes, his ice-coated hand grabs into the blade just before it could plunge into his body. Ice travels across the weapon until he crushes it with ease, making the shrapnel clatter to the floor.

Unfazed at the action, I take a few steps closer to him. "Consider that a warning shot because you and I both know I never miss. You have some nerve to even try to talk to me. So whatever you're doing, whatever you're planning, I'll do everything in my power to make sure you stay dead with your wife." I harshly state and his brows subtly raise in surprise. "You're lucky that we're in the middle of the town because anywhere else, we would not be having this conversation."

"Sounds like your attitude hasn't changed." He sighed. "Surprised that group of yours hasn't cured it. Though, maybe not yet at least."

"Congratulations on being stalker of the year." I scoff. "It wouldn't be a surprise if you were spying on your son."

"My son is all that matters to me. And if Courtney is important to him who you and along with the rest of her friends, are important to her, you're important to me." He emphasized, taking a few steps closer to me. "I don't want to be enemies, Freya. I want us to be allies. I do think that we can be a great team, like how you were supposed to be with the ISA. You may not share my abilities, but I considered you my protege. Even a daughter. I was--still am, proud of the accomplishments you made during our missions."

I look away from his eyes, recalling the times I spent doing whatever task he assigned me to do. "What you made me do...they were twisted." I mutter.

"I'll be honest. Revenge was the first thing that overtook me when I first regained sentience. But I see now that vengeance has no purpose. It's misguided. Primitive, even. Courtney helped me see that and she helped you too, which is why you joined them in the first place, correct? The more I watched her, the more I saw who she truly is. She's changed countless hearts and minds. The Shade, Cindy Burman, The Crocks--"

My heart tightens at their name. "Right before you murdered them."

"Yes...it was regrettable but--"

"And Joey, The Zaricks," I scoff in disbelief. "You made sure that The Gambler forced me to kill that innocent worker and dozens of other people that worked under that factory, and you tried to brainwash half the country and didn't care that it would kill millions! You murdered the JSA--you forced The Crocks to kill my father!" I exclaim and push his chest, making him take a step back.

"Freya—"

"You made my life a living hell to the point it left permanent scars on me! You mentally damaged me by forcing me to follow your outrageous beliefs! Do you know how long it took me to rebuild everything with everyone and still feel like I have to prove something to them? Huh?" I harshly shove him again with a glare. "I finally gave The Crocks a chance and you ripped them away from me! Ripped them away from Artemis! No one can ignore that! So the audacity to even compare yourself to them and ask for a second chance, you're lucky that I'm even letting you speak a word to me."