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"No one pretended to care," a strange man said. "No one even tried to look for them."
I hung upside down with Destiny hanging beside me. I despised the Shadow. He didn't take things lightly, so when he found us in Gotham City doing nothing, he attacked us from behind and started to monologue our whole story. Or what he thought was our story.
"As they hung upside down in the Shadow's Pit, a knock was detected," he said. And, like he planned everything, we heard a knock.
"Come in son," he whispered quietly.
Apparently, Shadow's son heard him and came through the invisible door. I couldn't see him in the dark, but when he stepped into the little light we had, he seemed to be a couple years older than me.
Shadow took his son by the arm and lead him back into the darkness, perhaps talking about another scheme.
"Sahara, I can get out of this chain, but I need you to swing me," Destiny softly said.
"Okay," I replied. "When you get out, I need you to run from Shadow's Pit as fast as you can and go to Phillip in Smallville."
"I can't just leave you here!" she answered.
"We don't have to discuss this," I told her. "I'll be okay. I promise."
She nodded her head and I struggled to push myself to her. Once I finished clanking my chains into hers, she slipped out. Catlike, she did a back-flip and landed perfectly into the darkness.
I felt her glance at me one more time before running off.
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