A Sci-Fi Action spin-off story to "What The Blind Can See". Please read "What The Blind Can See" first. Both the prequel and sequel, this spin-off tells the story of a lovable character and brings "What The Blind Can See" full circle. Alan Fandom.
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READ "What The Blind Can See" FIRST, OTHERWISE THIS SPIN-OFF STORY WILL MAKE NO SENSE WHATSOEVER.
She was running. Breathing faster, heart beating harder, legs shifting stronger than they ever could. She had to run, to escape the clutches of the feared man in the straw hat.
As 11 year old Emma turned a corner, a wall instantly came into view. Dead end. Not just of the alley, but of her life. She turned. She might die, but she wasn't going to let them kill her easily.
Oh, if her father was only less violent, mother would have been there to protect her. They would have been safe. Emma could only use what her mother had left behind.
As the first man turned the corner, Emma swung out her leg in a swift kick she had practiced by watching her mother, landing a perfect hit in the balls. The man groaned in pain, and before he could react, Emma swiped the baton the man from the man and beat him repeatedly on the head. One man down. Emma turned and, picking a piece of concrete up, chucked it at the next man. Second man down. The third man raised his gun, but Emma, being a small child, slipped into the shadows. "Little shit," the man murmured under his breath. Carefully approaching, the man edged forward before he stepped on a very curious device. His foot had pressed down on a pressure plate disguised as a piece of wood, making a resounding click. Suddenly, the ground was freckled with shadows as tens of thousands of bricks came raining down on the men. Emma, from the safety of her hiding spot, giggled. She may be young, but she sure wasn't stupid. Just crazy.
Emma got up, shifting into phase two of her defense plan. Pulling out a match, she struck it, lighting a fuse. After a couple seconds, a loud pop was heard as a swarm of model rockets were launched at the men. While they were still dazed, Emma started to climb, using windows and balconies as handholds as she escaped the men through the city skyline.
But then Emma saw him. A straw hat, body covered in weapons, grinning like a madman. Emma stared him down, her glare burning into the eyes of a true idiot.
With a flick of a button, Emma was pushed by an invisible force towards the scary man she feared to call her father. Seth, Emma's father, laughed. "Silly child, you think you could escape me?!? I put a tracking device on you for a reason!" "I'm not the silly child, YOU'RE the silly child! I can escape you!" Emma screamed, jumping to her feet, grabbing one of Seth's many weapons, and firing. At first, Seth stood there dumbfounded and surprised, as an 11 year old had just shot him with a gun several times. Then, Seth regained his resolve as he pressed another button, creating a force field around himself. "Poor Emma, no mother to save you..."
"She does now." Alice said, stepping out of the shadows, holding a gun. Seth raised his own, before being blindsided by something cloaked in purplish black light. This was the last thing Seth saw before waking up in a hospital bed many months later.
