Running Away [By BB]

Chapter 4

Daniel

Dam thoes girls! Daniel thougth as he opened the door to his lap. Crossing over to his work bench he sat down and looked at the boiled hand thoes devil twins had givin him.

"No matter." he muttered to himself. Daniel reached down and grabbed a sergical knife. Placing it close to the top of his wrist he started to cut.

The pain was excruciating, making him sweat. Crying out in pain he cut through the last bone and the hand was now detached. There was blood. Everywhere. Drinking in the smell he played with the red liquid, rubbing his good hand in it. He wasn't a freak, Daniel tought to himself, he was only a mis-understood gifted being who wanted more gifts.

From the open wound green tentacle like things squrmed out and replaced his old hand with a new, and better one. Smiling at his re-newed hand he stood up and looked at the 19ft by 23ft screen which showed a large GPS tracking device. Smiling again he clicked a few buttons on the keypad infront of him and the screan zoomed down to a highway and moved slightly everything it up dated.

"I have you now...." Remembering what he had done back at the battle with Cody made him smile. While they were wrestling, Daniel had put a tracker dvice on Cody's shirt. It was only pempary of corse, but for now it would work.

Clulating even more the GPS followed the invisabe Convertable BMW. Daniel, still smiling, went back over to his work tabe and cleaned up the blood and pulled out his ray gun.

"Dam girls." he muttered out loud this time and went to work on fixing his gun. He would have his revenge, He would get the girls and the boy, He would be able to test and figure out why they got the gifts to attack...Why did he get this stupid gift? Regenration? How can that be of any use to him at all. All Daniel wanted was power, so power is what he searched for.

The girls have power, the boy was gaining a new gift, he could tell. That strenth back there was no quincidonce, it was a gift. Where did these gift's come from? Why where they here? no one had the answers Daniel wanted.

He pounded on the table making the gun bounce a little were it lay. Looking down at it he relized that if he were ever going to get these girls he would have to make something much, much stronger.

Pulling out a big blue paper he went to work on something that should forever garintee thoes girls wouldn't get away ever again.