“Not another one,” Becca muttered, pulling the note off the door.
She had woken up early that morning and was glad. Another note had been hung to the front door with a knife. She had received twelve others just like it. All a dit the same thing and had a blade drawn in blood. All were threatening her. But Becca never really read them. They had been warnings, Becca knew that much. Yet skimming the notes hadn't helped and she had still refused to read them. But this happened to be the thirteenth one she had found. With a deep sigh, she opened it.
Becca Stevens. Hope you've enjoyed your time as hero. It's just about up. Time to come accueil little Sparrow. toi have no choice.
Becca gasped at the words. She ran to her room, pulled out the the other twelve notes, and read them. Exact same thing. Exact words. Becca shut her eyes, forcing the tears back as her body began to shake.
“No,” she whispered. “This can't be happening. Not now. No.”
Erin screeched as she opened the door. Their base had been untouched for years before they used it. But someone had pinned a note down with a knife. She carefully took the note and couteau down. She walked into the base, shutting the door, and headed for the kitchen. All the other members were there, minus Becca. She had gone out for awhile but Erin couldn't wait.
“Guys, we have a problem,” she announced.
“How big?” Kitty asked before sipping her glass of milk.
“Look.”
Erin laid the note on the table, tableau and everyone crowded in. Murmurs of fear and exclamation ran through each girl as they stared at it. Becca walked in at that moment.
“What are toi girls up to?” she asked.
“Come look Becca!” Devin whispered in exclamation.
Becca came over, took the note off the table, and walked a few feet away. The girls stayed put, knowing Becca wanted to read the note alone and inspect it before declaring anything. They waited for several secondes before they saw a new side of Becca. Her face ignited with rage and she growled ferociously. Crumpling up the note, she threw it away. Her hands balled into fists and, without thinking, Becca punched a hole in the wall. Still feeling anger, her foot swung out, connecting with the counter. With an angry huff, Becca looked at the frightened girls.
“I've gotten thirteen similar notes. Whatever toi do, do NOT tell Young Justice. They do not need to know of this. I'm going to train if anyone needs me. Try not to.”
Becca nearly ran out of the room and the others sat in stunned silence. After a few minutes, Erin took the note off the floor, smoothed it out, and laid it on the table. Swallowing their fear, the girls read the note and felt despair run through them.
Those it may concern,
Let the little Sparrow go ou be forced to pay the price.
The Hand.
She had woken up early that morning and was glad. Another note had been hung to the front door with a knife. She had received twelve others just like it. All a dit the same thing and had a blade drawn in blood. All were threatening her. But Becca never really read them. They had been warnings, Becca knew that much. Yet skimming the notes hadn't helped and she had still refused to read them. But this happened to be the thirteenth one she had found. With a deep sigh, she opened it.
Becca Stevens. Hope you've enjoyed your time as hero. It's just about up. Time to come accueil little Sparrow. toi have no choice.
Becca gasped at the words. She ran to her room, pulled out the the other twelve notes, and read them. Exact same thing. Exact words. Becca shut her eyes, forcing the tears back as her body began to shake.
“No,” she whispered. “This can't be happening. Not now. No.”
Erin screeched as she opened the door. Their base had been untouched for years before they used it. But someone had pinned a note down with a knife. She carefully took the note and couteau down. She walked into the base, shutting the door, and headed for the kitchen. All the other members were there, minus Becca. She had gone out for awhile but Erin couldn't wait.
“Guys, we have a problem,” she announced.
“How big?” Kitty asked before sipping her glass of milk.
“Look.”
Erin laid the note on the table, tableau and everyone crowded in. Murmurs of fear and exclamation ran through each girl as they stared at it. Becca walked in at that moment.
“What are toi girls up to?” she asked.
“Come look Becca!” Devin whispered in exclamation.
Becca came over, took the note off the table, and walked a few feet away. The girls stayed put, knowing Becca wanted to read the note alone and inspect it before declaring anything. They waited for several secondes before they saw a new side of Becca. Her face ignited with rage and she growled ferociously. Crumpling up the note, she threw it away. Her hands balled into fists and, without thinking, Becca punched a hole in the wall. Still feeling anger, her foot swung out, connecting with the counter. With an angry huff, Becca looked at the frightened girls.
“I've gotten thirteen similar notes. Whatever toi do, do NOT tell Young Justice. They do not need to know of this. I'm going to train if anyone needs me. Try not to.”
Becca nearly ran out of the room and the others sat in stunned silence. After a few minutes, Erin took the note off the floor, smoothed it out, and laid it on the table. Swallowing their fear, the girls read the note and felt despair run through them.
Those it may concern,
Let the little Sparrow go ou be forced to pay the price.
The Hand.
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