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Harper had went to the bathroom while Gar had made his way to the bedroom.

Hunched over the sink, water dripped down her face and pooled in a puddle of reprieve. Her knuckles turned white aslgainst the porcelain frame, clutching onto it with a vice grip. The coolness of the water ran down her nose as she tried to shake the uneasiness in her bones.

Something about rescuing Angela felt wrong. There was something off about the woman but Harper knew she couldn't do anything, seeing as it would crush Rachel. The girl had just gotten her mother back and Harper wouldn't make such rash decisions based of a speculation.

She wiped her face with the towel before looking up into the mirror. She gasped when she saw Dick’s face staring into her own. Harper stumbled back with horrified eyes as blood coated his mouth, dripping down his chin. His eyes glared into hers. Harper stared in shock as he smirked at her.

" This is all your fault." He chanted.

Harper blinked as she desperately tried to free the haunting image from her mind. She shook her head, her eyes screwed shut as ragged breaths ripped through her.

When she reopened her eyes, he was nowhere to be seen. She sprinted out of the room, only to crash into an equally startled Gar. Her hands held onto his arms as she took in his frazzled state.

" Did you see something too?" She breathed. He nodded before the two ran outside. Harper had tried to call Dick but it only responded by saying no service. Harper groaned while Gar took out his phone dialling the number. They stared in confusion as it crackled before the phone completely shut off.

Her head shot up when she saw Dick standing by a tree that had a tire swing hanging from the branches. He had a slash in his throat and an arrow  protruding from his stomach. Her eyes watered as blood poured down his wounds, his soulless eyes bored into hers. A teasing smile spread across his face as he mockingly waved at her.

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