Fan Fiction


 

No Kill Policy

by Melissa Minners
 

Disclaimer and Other Information:  It should be noted that all of the characters and many of the locales in this fan fiction are not mine.  They are owned by The WB.  This fan fiction is somewhat of an homage to the series, though I have used a little liberty here with events.  The story takes place some time after Love and Betrayal, so if you haven't read that particular fanfic, I suggest you do before reading this one.  Warning: Parts of this fanfic may be highly graphic at times. Reader's discretion is advised. I hope you enjoy.
 

Chapter Four
 

            Huntress slowly and methodically scanned the streets of New Gotham from her perch on a rooftop, high above Smith Street and the bar Dinah had radioed in as being her last location.

            Where are you, kid?

            Oracle had contacted Huntress the moment she realized that something was wrong. Unlike Huntress, it wasn't like Dinah to not answer her comms. Huntress was just as worried as Oracle at this point. There was just no sign of Dinah anywhere.

            She dropped down to the street below and walked toward the bar. The street was deserted; the bar long since closed. Huntress looked around, trying to figure out where Dinah could have gone. Then, she spotted them...the keys to the Hummer lying on the floor just outside the alley.

            "Damn," she muttered, bending to pick up the keys. She paused there, unable to take her eyes off what was beside the keys. Blood.

            "Oracle...Dinah's in trouble!"

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            Barbara ran a hand through her hair.

            Dammit, Dinah! Where are you?

            She had signaled that she was watching Narno drink the night away in a bar on Smith Street. An hour later, Barbara had tried to contact her, but Dinah hadn't responded. She was used to this sort of behavior from Helena, but Dinah...

            "Damn" It was barely audible, but Barbara picked it up. She also picked up the sharp intake of breath just before Huntress said, "Oracle...Dinah's in trouble!"

            "What did you find?"

            "The car keys...and blood."

            Barbara sat completely still for a moment, fully absorbing what Huntress was telling her. Then, she sprang into action, her fingers a flurry of action as she typed numerous commands into the Delphi.

            "I'm using the GPS to track her...hang on..." Concern was etched on Barbara's face as she worked to triangulate on the signal coming from Dinah's comm set. The Delphi Monitor signaled that the tracking was complete.

            "Got her! A warehouse on 4th and Vine!"

            "I'm on it!"

            Barbara leaned back in her chair. Silently, she urged Huntress to hurry.

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            "Okay, I'm here."

            Huntress stood on a ledge outside of a warehouse window. Normally, she would simply jump right in and crash the party, but this time things were different. Dinah's signal hadn't changed, hadn't moved since Oracle had begun tracking it. Huntress didn't know what she would find inside. Or who. Charging in could cause Dinah to get hurt...worse than she may already be. Huntress pushed the thought from her mind and peered inside.

            The warehouse was as dark as the inside of a tomb. Huntress' night vision kicked in as she scanned the interior, searching for any signs of movement.

            Wait! What was that?!

            Huntress could make out a figure huddled in the far corner of the warehouse, unmoving. The figure's back was turned to her, but the blonde hair was unmistakable.

            Dinah!

            "Oracle, I found her!" she said, when she could find her voice. With that Huntress crashed through the window and free-fell to the warehouse floor. She made another quick scan of the warehouse from her new vantage point. Satisfied that the rest of the warehouse was unoccupied, Huntress made her way toward Dinah.

            Be okay, kid, she thought, as she noted that the girl was curled up in a fetal position. Please.

            As she approached Dinah, dread filled Huntress' heart. She crouched beside Dinah and lay a hand on her shoulder.

            "Dinah?"


               
"N-no." Dinah's cry was barely audible as she tried to pull herself into a tighter ball. That was when Huntress noticed the bruised features, the blood, the ripped clothing, and the opened switchblade, the initials NS inscribed on the hilt, impaling a piece of paper beside Dinah. Scrawled on the paper in large letters: PAYBACK. Instantly, she knew who was responsible for this - Nico Sylvestri.

            "That Bastard!!" Huntress clenched her fists. Her eyes flashed as the anger coursed through her.  She wanted to hunt him down! Wanted to reach down his throat and rip his heart out. Dinah's feeble whimpering brought her back to the moment at hand.

            "Huntress, what's going on?!" Oracle's voice sounded in her ear, but Huntress was focusing all of her attention on the broken teenager that lay before her.

            Tentatively, she reached out her hand again to touch Dinah’s shoulder. As the young girl tried to shy away from the touch, Huntress spoke to her soothingly.

            "It's okay, Dinah. It's me...Huntress. Dinah, he's gone. It's me."

            It took a few moments for Dinah to comprehend who was speaking to her and what she was saying.


               
"Huntress?"

            "Yeah, honey it's me," Huntress said as she gently turned the girl toward her.

            Suddenly, Dinah launched herself at Huntress, grabbing the collar of her jacket and burying her face in her chest. She let out gut-wrenching sobs that tore at Huntress' heart strings. Tears forming in her eyes, Huntress held her tightly, whispering soothing words as Dinah sobbed.

            "Huntress?!" Oracle cried, the worry evident in her tone. "Talk to me!"

            "Dinah's...she's hurt. Meet me at New Gotham Memorial," Huntress said, preparing to lift Dinah.

            Oracle voiced her confusion. "New Gotham Memorial" Don't you think it would be a better idea if you brought her to the Clocktower. We could..."

            "Oracle!" Huntress snapped. She struggled to regain her self-control. In precise, evenly spaced words, she said, "New Gotham Memorial, Oracle. I'll meet you there. Huntress out."

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            Barbara sat staring at the computer screen. Something was very wrong. Huntress had never liked hospitals and had always been more than happy to let Barbara or Alfred patch up her injuries.

            And the tone in her voice...

            A chill ran through Barbara as she considered all of the things that could possibly have happened to Dinah. She tried to push the thoughts away as she steered her wheelchair toward the elevator, grabbing her car keys as she left.


 


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