Author's Note: So I'm not really prepared for this and I don't think anyone else is .. hopefully, but I feel like this book is ending soon, and I just really want to thank everyone for reading. Way more people have read than I ever expected and I am so grateful for that! I really feel like Blue and Katrina's adventure is coming to a beautiful end, and I'm so excited that you guys took a chance of this mess of a story. I'm so thankful!

Blue's POV

"So you're saying this misty dick face-" Herc started.

"It's the Shadow" Vapor rolled his eyes for the millionth time.

"-this Shadow, attacked us because he wants our genetic makeup?" Hercules finally finished.

Poor sap has been asking question for the past hour and a half. My skull was vibrating. I dragged my hand down my face, "Yes, Ian, the Shadow ... misty dick face, the one who mind fucked us and tried to kill us, he is someone on the city council. He made a serum, that is currently in my possession, that can make Super's normal, or can give irrelevant people the powers of Supers. I stole a vile, but I know by now that he's been able to recreate the serum. This means whatever his end game is, it is coming soon. He's getting ballsy, the ass attacked my house last night. Not only coming for me, but for Katrina as well. It won't be long before he starts looking for you dumb asses as well" I stated drily.

Glare was silent.

I knew he had to be taking this the hardest.

Someone was coming after not only him, but the woman he loved. He had already lost so much to this life, I knew he struggled.

He was first on my list to help de-fuck themselves as soon as I got over this threat.

There would always be another one.

Always.

"Well, lay it out for us Doom, where the fuck do we need to go to decapitate this mother fucker?" Snake asked.

I smirked, "the city council has this project in the Bahamas-"

"Where would the Council get enough money to have a project in the Bahamas? How does something in the Bahamas even relate to this city?" Vapor asked, cutting me off.

I nodded, "exactly, which is why I broke into Capital Hill, when they were having that small incident with the cars through the roof, and found some documents. I got an address, we go there we can not only figure out what the hell is going on, but we can also find who the fuck is behind this" I said.

Everyone nodded.

"Do you think they'll keep coming after the girls? What the hell are we going to do with them when we go?" Klaus asked.

I glowered. This was an issue. We couldn't leave those psychos together, they tend to find power in numbers. Like fucking ants.

However, if we separate them and something happens, I know none of us would be able to bare that.

Ever.

"We could keep them locked up?" Snake threw out there.

"Who knows how long we will be gone for, and Katrina's crazy ass would set the fucking house on fire" I said.

Sad, but true.

"We could send them on a vacation together, make them think we are getting them a surprise?" Glare questioned.

Everyone just blinked at him.

"The only person who would stay, would be Trina. And the others would out number her and peer pressure her into following their dumb asses" Vapor said quietly.

We all nodded.

What an issue.

"You could just bring them along" Carter said in the from the corner, where he and Ana were being ignored like the outcast that they were.

"Please shut up" Snake sighed in annoyance.

I smirked.

Did it bother me that my brother was with my ex-wife?

Not at all.

Which was shocking, because I'm such a hateful person. I was so full of rage when I first found out the two quote on quote yeast infections, were screwing each other. But now? They just seemed so insignificant. So unimportant.

The reason? Katrina Lynn Justice.

The very reason I breathe.

The very reason I am.

The very reason I keep going.

It was crazy just how absolutely perfect she was.

Is there another word for perfect? Because she was it.

But she was perfect because she wasn't perfect. I doesn't make any fucking sense to me either, but at the same time I've never known anything to be so right in my entire life.

I try to hide it, I try to be mean, I try to make her think that I could crush her ... and I mean I could, and sometime I would, but I mean she has completely broken me down.

I'm not the same man I was three months ago.

Three months.

When she looked at me in that alleyway.

Something about her is just right. Just perfect.

I wouldn't hesitate to die for her, and I've never felt that way about anything in this world before.

It's sappy and disgusting.

But for some reason that pudgy thighed woman completes me.

Me.

The man who is so unlovable that his own wife decided to fuck his brother.

Me.

The man who throws lightning, anger, and hurtful comments at anything near him.

Me.

And it blows me away, because I don't know why she chose me. Me.

She could have the dorky scientist who is in the corner pouting, or the lovably super hero that saves children and cats from being hit by cars.

But that woman. Katrina. She chose me.

It can't wrap my mind around it, because it makes no fucking sense.

I am in love with her. Her spirit. Her soul. The fight that she has in her eyes.

I love all of it.

I love the way she declared she was the big spoon. I love the way she eats, by shoving a handful of food down her mouth. I love the way her eyes light up when something amazing happens. I love the way she looks side ways, twice, when she gets in trouble. I love the way can read someones entire life with one mean line. I love the way she tackled and shoved my ex wife's face in the ground for breaking my heart. I love the way she was willing to fight a super hero for hitting me in the face. I love the way she likes who I am, even though I'm evil as shit. I love the way she totters from foot to foot when she doesn't know which way to run. I love the way her hair floats around her beautiful face when she's screaming at me. I love the way she breathes with her mouth open when she falls asleep. I love the way she fumbles and trips, and immediately closes her eyes. I love the way she hits the ground in pain and refuses to move for at least three minuets. I love the way she calls me Blue. I love the way she scrunches up her nose when she glares at something. I love the way she just nods, even when she doesn't know what something means. I love the way she smiled at me when she saw the kids we could have one day. I love the way she was willing to give up herself for me to have kids. I love the way she just knew I would die to have kids. I love the way she loves me.

Because she doesn't love me, like she should.

She loves me the way she can.

With everything. She doesn't accept my faults, she points them out and calls me names like Blue Condom and the Electrical Asshole.

She sees me.

Not Blake or Doom, but Blue.

She sees that I'm dark, but she dove into that darkness to catch me hand.

And now I can't ever let her go.

The way my heart stopped beating when she hit the ground yesterday, was proof enough. I need her, and I would do anything for her.

But I can't let her know that.

She'd take advantage of me in a second.

Having me looking lost and in love like Snake.

Gross.

"If we leave early enough and get back fast enough, they really shouldn't even realize that we are gone" Glare shrugged.

It made the most sense.

Katrina didn't even stir until the clock touched 11am. Then she needed another hour to open both eyes, and the smell of food to make her move.

But what if there was another attack? She would no doubt get taken, she was like a baby, she could barely do anything.

Yet, she always surprised me.

Never in my mind could I have thought she would have swung a wooden beam at my face. ME! BLUE DOOM! She tried to stay and fight ... although I could blame that on her deadly will not to run.

"It could work, we would just need to move fast" I throw out.

"Any extra measures?" Vapor asked.

"Of course, we would need to lock all the doors from the outside, so they couldn't leave. Most definitely hire security" I finished.

Vapor smirked as he nodded.

"When should we leave?" Snake asked, his arms crossed as he took up the furthest spot away from Ana.

Not that I blames the little pus.

Sasha was a straight psycho. But I respected that. Although she has the attitude of a rash.

"I think we should leave tomorrow morning ... like 4am? They would be completely asleep it would give us until 2pm at the latest to get back before the started to worry" Glare stated calmly.

"It's a good idea" I looked at the clock, it was already nearing 4am, that was 24 hours away. I wonder why the girls hadn't come up at all.

"I-" Pony came rushing into the room, his eyes heavy but wide. He must have been asleep.

"What?" I asked him, now on edge.

Somethings wrong.

"The girls ... they're gone. I think they put something in the cookies they made me" he said blinking desperately like he couldn't stay away.

We all froze before hauling ass towards the basement.

We took the staircase down, nearly flying before bursting through.

Dead silence.

My eyes narrowed in on a note that was pasted onto the large clear glass wall that gave a dark view of the ocean.

I stomped towards it, before snatching it down.

I wasn't a girl scout. Sorry. -Bullets Katrina

She had said scout's honor when I told her to stay out of trouble.

Clever little bitch.

My hand unconsciously crunched the note. "Where could they have gone?" Glare bellowed as his eyes shot around the room in panic.

I could feel it bubbling in my chest as well.

"The fucking Bahamas" I hissed as I realized they must have gotten the same information as us.

"Holy shit. Sasha cut the fucking crotch out of my suit!" Snake all but wailed at the pitch of a 4 year old child.

I winced.

That was a low blow.

"They want to play? Let's play" I growled looking at the super villains surrounding me.

They were going to regret this.



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