Hi Dad.

The Reunion

She stared at him, holding her favorite teddy bear in one hand and his pistol in the other.

" Hi Dad," She whispered.

Doctor Alexander Leto narrowed his eyes at her as he took her in. His 10 year old daughter stood before him with his pistol aimed at his heart, her hand surprisingly steady. Her eye twitches as she takes a step closer, her footsteps silenced by the Harry Potter inspired slippers she wore. Her dark hair framed her face in a way that would only be described as wild.

" Are you surprised to see me?" She asked, her childlike voice twisting the words with a malice that she reserved only for him. She hated him with every fiber in her being after what he did to her and her family. The things that he forced them to be subjected to... The experiments, the torture. Tonight, she intended for him to truly feel the emotional turmoil and pain that he had put her through.

" Why are you doing this?" He whispered. The frenzied doctor took a step back, inching toward the knife block resting on the kitchen counter. His dark brown eyes watered with his effort to keep them open until he could no longer stand it. He blinked, and she was gone. His breathing became heavier as he looked around, trying to keep her in his sight. He jumped as he realized that she was behind him, the pistol now pressing into his back.

" Don't try that with me Dad, it doesn't work," she said through gritted teeth.

He slowly turned around so that she and him were.. Eye to eye? He was shocked to notice that his 3 foot tall daughter was levitating three feet above the ground in order to maintain eye contact with him. She lunged forward and stuffed a small teddy bear into his mouth, effectively stopping his speech.

" You know why," she said, her voice becoming rougher and rougher still.
"You abandoned us," she growled in his ear, " You experimented on us, and when we had outlived our use to you, you left us on the streets to die!"

He blinked and she was now in front of him again. She grabbed his tie with her left hand and yanked him out of the kitchen into the front yard. His muffled protests grew louder and louder as they went further away from the house; they were headed for the fields.