The Masked Man

Chapter 2:

"Where are you going then?" Harry asked quite shocked.

"You are going to tell me where the hell you came from. As in last night when you saved my life." I said walking back into the kitchen and taking a seat at the table.

He followed me and took the seat across from me. His bright green eyes stared into my grey amber ones. While his showed life and light mine showed nothing, but darkness and tragedy.

"I was following David. He owes me something, well not anymore, but I wanted it. When I saw him attack you I acted fast and followed my instincts. I didn't think you needed to die." He answered his eyes burning into mine.

"But you don't even know me, how do you know I don't deserve to die?" I said squinting my eyes a little.

"You look innocent. Even if you weren't, what does it matter? The bad ones that look innocent always are good at heart." He said leaning forward a bit.

"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't the least bit innocent?" I whispered with a smirk feeling my eyes grow dark and lifeless. Harry leaned back wearing an expression of slight shock.

"You look too innocent." He whispered barely audible, saying it more to himself than me.

"You ever heard that the darkness destroys the most innocent things making them the darkest things?" I asked crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair.

"I have, but someone as innocent looking as you. Can't be possible." He said obviously wondering how I could be no where near innocent.

"Really think so? 'Cause I'm the devil's daughter." I said getting a giant smirk on my face as Harry's facial expression went from slight shock to a pale fear.

"You're....Lucian's daugh..ter.." He stuttered genuinely shocked.

"Got that right. And let me tell you. He's the most worthless piece of scum there is on this planet and he wasn't any better of a father. Yet he still loved me, even if he abused me and made me feel like a worthless piece of shit." Saying that made me think back to the first time my father hit me. The look of pure anger in his eyes chilled me to the bone. It was my punishment for not fighting, for showing mercy to someone who didn't need to die. That night I was transformed. I never showed mercy again, I was the most feared person and I loved it. The power made me feel strong and made my father proud, my mother couldn't really do anything about it. She just watched from the sidelines as my father morphed me into something more dangerous than he was. My brother wasn't one for the spotlight and I fell in love with it. My brother was four years older than I was and took care of me. Even when I was a younger, when my dad wouldn't take his frustration out on me Eric would clean my cut and ice my bruises.

"Jane. Earth to Jane." Harry waves his hand in front of my face.

"Sorry, what'd you say?" I asked looking at him.

"I said that I was sorry he did that to you. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't have to go through something like that." He looked me directly in the eyes his features softened as he spoke and I could tell he meant what he said.

"Honestly, I don't care. Like, thanks and and all, but it made me a really strong person. That's who I am and I can't change it and wouldn't if I could." I said dropping the subject about my father. Harry nodded and understood that I was done talking about it.

"Well want to know a bit about me?" He asked leaning back.

"Sure, why not?" I responded.

"Well as you can tell I'm from London. I was forced to join gangs and fight as a teen. My father never beat me, but I was bloody scared of him. He knew your father and let me tell you I'd never seen him scared until he heard his name. Anyway, my mum left when I was about five. My dad raised me and wasn't a drunk, but I stayed clear of him when he was. I came to the U.S. trying to get away from it all, but I got caught up in it again. It's built into my brain, ya know?"

And I did know, because every time I saw a fight I wanted to jump in and beat the hell out of somebody, but I forced myself not to. Eric had gotten me clean, everything from drugs and alcohol to fighting and trouble. It all officially stopped six and a half months ago. No more alcohol, no more drugs, no more fighting, no more wars, no more Jane Arrow Gang. I was somewhat sad and relieved. I love the adrenaline rush that fighting gave me. It made me feel alive, because anytime else I felt dead. Every since my best friend, my life, died three years ago. His name was Caleb Conners. We were in love and it really was unconditional love, but everything good always comes to an end. Ours was unexpected and painful. It was a fight that broke out at a party. Everyone was throwing punches, blood splattered everywhere. The walls were smeared with the sticky red substance and everyone was bleeding. It all came to an abrupt stop when a gun fired. The boom of the bullet being released ripped through the room and everything slowed down. People stopped beating each other to death to turn towards the source of the shot. Caleb was falling to the ground as Anthony Williams stood before him with a 22 pistol. The world was slow as I screamed Caleb's name before I pushed through the crowd of people that quickly stumbled over one another trying to move out of my way. Anthony stood laughing over me as I cradled Caleb's head in my lap as tears streamed down my cheeks. Partially from sadness, partially from anger. Everyone left after about two minutes of complete silence. Someone had tried to get me up and pull me along with them, but I stayed planted where I was. Caleb was slowly drifting off as he bled out causing it to be painful for him. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead to his and repeatedly told him how much I loved him; he did the same. I pressed a gentle kiss to his soft lips before he closed his eyes forever.

I snapped out of my horrific flashback to see Harry was staring at me. Then I realized why he was staring at me, I was crying. Silent tears were sliding down my cheeks and I quickly wiped them away.

"Sorry, I was, uh, thinking." I said standing up trying to avoid his gaze.

"It's okay." Harry said getting up and placing his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. He shyly smiled and I forced a sad smile onto my face. It immediately disappeared when Harry pulled me into a hug. I sobbed onto his shoulder and he rubbed my back soothingly. I had my hands resting on his muscular chest as he slightly rocked me back and forth on his heels.

"I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." Harry whispered into my war causing me to pull away.

"You really shouldn't make promises you can't keep." I said giving him a sad smile.

"What makes you think that?" he asked.

"Because I go looking for danger and it comes looking for me."