The Aftermath is Secondary

-Toxic's POV-

I didn't get much sleep that night. The almost kiss kept running through my head. Why did I let that happen? Did he want to kiss me? Better yet; did I want to kiss him? I sighed as soon as I saw the sun peek over the diner and I got up. I didn't pull on my sweater, but just walked out in my tank top, jeans and boots.

"Hey." Kobra said, smiling up at me and I waved awkwardly. I was really never one for conversation. "Hows your shoulder?" He motioned towards my arm and I shrugged.

"Just as good as a shoulder can be after being shot." I smirked slight and he laughed.

"With an attitude like that you'll fit right in here." Another voice said and I looked over to see the guy with the fro and he held out a hand. "I'm Jet Star." He said and I nodded, shaking his hand cautiously.

"Toxic Siren, but just call me Toxic." I said and he studied me.

"You were born and raised in Battery City. Your dad was a solider and part of the brigade that went into schools to get kids for experiments. He put his own children into it even. You were trained to be an assassin and a rouge. Korse always kept a close eye on you, wanting you in the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit. When your mom had your little sister and they planned on having her in the Draculoid program but you fought against it. When they didn't listen you grabbed your sister and ran. But after 5 years they caught up and captured you both. You managed to get out but not without Korse engraving his signature into you. They still have your sister and you plan on getting her back, not matter the cost." Jet Star's said, his voice monotone. I felt anger boil up in me and I shoved him into the wall behind him, my arm on his throat.

"Who told you that?!" I yelled and he tried to remove my arm but it only put more pressure on his throat. Two pairs of arms wrapped around my torso, pulling my backwards. I struggled against the grips but I couldn't manage to get free.

"What the hell happened?" Poison's voice erupted through the the room.

"You know Jet, he deduced her. Told her, her life story. She didn't take it well." Kobra said from behind me and I glared at Jet Star. He had a death wish if he thought that was going to go over my head.

"Take her to Dr. Death." Poison said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Come on." Kobra said and they let go of me, but still made sure I couldn't get to Jet Star. We made it to a small room in the back and there sat a man in a wheel chair. He turned and I furrowed my brow.

"Hey boys, who's this..." He trailed off meeting my gaze. "Toxic?" He asked and I froze. I grew up with that voice.

"Wait how do you too know each other?" Ghoul asked and I just starred at him.

"He's my uncle." I said quietly.

Notes

A/N: So yeah... He's her uncle... Taadaaaaaaa
So this story is finally getting somewhere.! I'm so excited.
What do you guys think about Toxic's life story? Should she explain it more? And what about her uncle AKA Dr. Death???
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