Mattson

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

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"Brief history, the Silhouettes and Etonias were DNA science experiments." Jack said and cocked his eyebrow. Matt remained silent but the way he obervered us looked so loud.

"So? What's your point?"

"My point is that you faked your death with the use of a clone, but for what reason?"

"Reasons that you'll never get out of me." Dad replied with his regular angry tone. I haven't seen him angry since I was twelve, that was when I dropped my pistachio ice cream on the sidewalk at the park.

"Well, you're going to have to spill some beans, or I'll spill them out for you." This was going bad, dad looked filled but Jack looked completely still. I noticed him slowly reaching his hand to his pocket, he probably had a pocket knife or something.

Dad froze for a second before his next words, "Why do you care? Sarah, kill him, now." I jolted after dad's command. Straightforward. Sarah, who was just leaning by the pole was now stooping with her claws perked out. Jack jolted and prepared with his back slightly crouched. He looked at me for a second and gave a faint smile.

"Now!" Jack screamed. I quickly rammed towards dad but he didn't notice out of focusing at Jack. I gripped dad's neck and pushed ourselves out of the window. All I could feel was dad's nails digging in my back but I didn't mind anything anymore, what's important was Simon could get Matt out. And at this point, you're probably the most confused human being ever, I've been through that. "Ram towards the person at your back and push yourselves out the window when I glance at you and give a faint smile." Jack told me at Wednesday. I didn't know what he meant but I followed his plan.

"Rose! What are you doing?!"

I knew Supers like Jet Black couldn't fly when experiencing great distractions. As we fell, dad battled for his neck and desperately tried to get my death grip off. What else did I need to do while falling from a fifty-five meter building with a Super in my arms? Well...

"Crap." I muttered as dad screamed. I tightened my grip and pulled dad below me. I'm no physics expert but I was apparently going to use dad as my landing cushion. The crowd's screams grew louder as we fell closer to the ground. All I did was to close my eyes and brace for impact. My world slowed down.

"Let me go!" Dad's screams faded, everything faded until, "You're not going anywhere." Matt was on top of me, falling with us but his hands were gripped tight on my arms. At that instant, I let go of dad at the split second before I would hit the ground with him. Matt held me up my arms gently on air and watched as dad screamed in pain with his hand held on his back. I didn't know what dad did wrong, but I felt like that was the right thing to do. Supers can't simply die from a simple fall like that, if they did, they wouldn't be much of a Super anymore. Why did dad fake his death? And about what Jack said, did we actually share the same Super DNA with Matt's family?

"What happened to Sarah?" I asked Matt as we gently flew down. The people around were standing in awe but not in panic. The smoke was gone as well as the fear. The news reporters were there along with the medics and a firetruck.

"She's knocked out cold, and don't worry, Jack's got her taken care of." I landed on my feet gently as if I was never from a fall, my legs were slightly shaking but I was scratchless, well, except for my back which dad completely devastated with his super nails and fingers.

"As for you, Jet Black." The Green Acrobat said with a heroic tone to the fallen hero with a near broken back, "You won't be going anywhere too without answering some questions. And by some, I mean a lot, like a lifetime supply of interrogation." A couple of policemen came to cop dad's hands. The policeman had a white badge on their chest which stated a few readable words, "Super Subduers Organization". I guess the Jackson government was taking initiative to actually form a special organization that focuses on capturing Super villains.