Never. Thatâs canon. - NO LONGER ACCEPTING
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âIâll give points for finding me. Unless, you just grid searched the city, thatâs cheating.â It took awhile to ditch the handful of agents that were tailing her. Joey always had a sway on them. She knows he just worried. That shouldnât be his burden.
âWant a drink?â Adeline offered out the whiskey bottle. She doesnât think it would do much physically to a speedster, but it feels rude not to offer.
âItâs my fault, you know.â Everyone kept telling her it wasnât. But they didnât know. Not really. Not even JOEY knew the whole truth. âGrant was away at military school when a mercenary kidnapped Joey. He wanted a contact name from âDeathstrokeâ. Sladeâs pride almost cost Joey his life, and DID cost him his voice.â Even enhanced reflexes werenât enough to stop the knife from sliding across their sonâs throat. She still wakes up, crying, clutching her hands around blankets like it was Joeyâs throat.
âBut I didnât have the will to tell Grant about Sladeâs involvement.â Why? She was so mad at Slade she shot him. She still was furious, but maybe she wanted someone to be mad at her too. âHe ended up idolizing âDeathstrokeâ, not knowing it was his father. HIVE must have seen the desperation. They tried to synthesize a serum from Sladeâs blood. To try and replicate his abilities.â Everyone wanted power. Taking a long drink from the bottle, Addie stared at the name in stone.
âWant to know a secret? Thereâs nothing there. The serum ravaged through his body and didnât leave anything left to bury.â Something about his body rejecting it she thinks. âBut I didnât know what to do. I wanted some kind of closure, so we still did the funeral. Just closed casket.â It didnât help her grief.Â
âI donât know what Iâm doing. Itâs childish to have run off and drink myself into a stupor just over a tech bug.â Thatâs what Searchers said it was. âFor some reason my security system glitched. It said Grant had scanned into the building.âÂ