A Spark in the Void

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[Four years later]

“You know, something ain't right about that kid.” Blade comments quietly to Remy as he is busy sharpening a knife.

“Watch what you say about my kid.” His companion warns as he is busy trying to scrub out something on his armor, glancing at him with a glare. “But what are you even talking about?”

“Remy, she's aging. Look at her.”

Remy looks over at Charlotte, who was swinging a wooden stick around to block attacks from the other two adults as Johnny watches, calling out words of encouragement to her and Chompy lets out excited noises from his side. Blade was right. He'd been here for so many years, never seeming to age. Right now he could have been ninety and he wouldn't know because he looked and felt like he was much younger, but Charlotte? She should have stayed looking like she was five, still wearing those little tutu dresses and little shoes, but she wasn't. She looked like she was eleven or twelve, taller now with longer hair, the small white streak now taking up more space in her hair, her little round face he liked to squeeze and mess with just to tease her was becoming thinner, dressed in an oversized shirt with leggings and mismatched shoes with a long leather cord wrapped around her neck with a small green gem attached to it that they found years ago.

“You ever wondered why she never stayed the same age we found her in?” Blade continues. “Like, really ever wondered?”

“Blade, maybe we should not worry about that.” Remy sighs as he sets down his armor. “We have other things to worry about, like the fact that someone found our hideout. We don't know who they are, but some of our stuff as been swiped and-”

“You still don't think its suspicious? Somehow your “daughter” who conventionally exists with a scrapbook full of photos of you and some woman we never seen before can age?”

“Putain d'enfer, you still on about that?” Remy asks, dropping his armor to stand up as his companion did as well, glaring at each other. “Look I have noticed, I find it weird, but I don't believe that crazy conspiracy that she’s some sort of shape-shifting mutant or being who is trying to get rid of us on Cassandra's orders! Of all the people in this group, you are the last one I expected to cling to this!”

“Well maybe if you've been fighting vampires as long as I have, you'd know that even the most crazy shit tends to be real!” Blade snaps and jabs him in the chest with a finger. “You're just so desperate to play daddy to some kid who just might stab you in the back with no remorse and take your head back to Cassandra!”

“She needed me!”

“Okay enough!” Elektra yells, shoving her wooden stick between the two men and shoves them apart. “Blade, we get it, you're paranoid. Remy, calm down and relax. Don't you even think about exploding something.”

He hadn't even noticed he had been clutching the rag in one hand, glowing a bright purple and glances over at the others. Johnny and Frank are trying not to look at them, Chompy is looking confused, but Charlotte….gone.

“Shit.” He mutters. “She's gone!”

“What?!” Frank exclaims and looks to the side. “How-”

“Okay shark bait, time to be useful!” Johnny says, picking up Chompy and puts him down. “Go find her!”

Chompy lets out a whine and looks at him in confusion before scratching at his head with his hide foot and flops over on his side.

“No dumbass! Locate Lottie! Go find your favorite person in the Void!”

“You do realize we never trained him to be a bloodhound, right?” Frank asks and sighs. “Let's just go look for her, and be cautious.”