*Shrugs* Was never gonna be posted! Lets go!
I dropped the knife, tears streaming down my face. I killed. I have never killed before. Why was I crying about it? I liked killing. I smirked. Launching at another, I opened my wings, my sword ready to be swung. An Eraser's head was on the floor now. Blood spewed from the neck, and it finally collapsed. I was bloodthirsty. Ready to kill. A scientist cried for help, only to have his heart punctured by my sword. Blood dripped from his mouth, and he collapsed. I whipped around, blood now covering my bare--that's right, I'm fighting naked--body. You wouldn't understand the rage going through me. Nor the enjoyment. I loved hearing them scream. I loved hearing them beg. I loved being the upper hand... A Whitecoat grabbed my arms. He screamed in pain as my sword punctured his arm. He released me, and grasped his arm. I ripped out the sword, earning another scream. Now I wasn't controlling myself. I let my rage take over. I kicked an Eraser into the wall, and stabbed my sword into it's neck. I whipped around, and delivered a powerful punch to an Eraser's chest, earning myself a wheeze, and another casualty. A powerful paw headed towards my face. I flipped backward, the fist missing my face, and my foot snapping the Eraser's neck back. The Eraser collapsed. I barely missed the body. I ran, down the halls. It was slippery due to all the blood. The doors swung open, and freedom was mine. I mean, if I was bullet-proof. Fifty Erasers had their guns aimed at me. Was I bullet-proof? I don't know... I am an Experiment. I never had gotten shot before. My question was soon answered. A bullet penetrated my arm. I clenched my jaw. I wasn't going to die. Not here. Not now. I ran at top speed, dodging bullets. I snapped out my wings, and took to the air. It was cold. The blood was drying, and the air was blowing at me. I pushed down with all my might, and blurred, ignoring the cold that cold freeze my toes off.
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I knocked on the door. Hoping Dad, or Mom would answer. The door opened. Jaime.
Oh God. Why Jaime? I'm naked for goodness sake. Jaime's eyes widened, then snapped shut.
"DAD!" Jaime screamed. I folded my arms across my bare chest.
"Will you at least let me in...? I'm freezing my t-toes off-ff..." I whispered, cold. Jaime stepped away from the door, tripping over a shoe. I grabbed his arm before he hit the floor. My foot slid across the floor, and shut the door. Fang came in.
"What's wr-" He didn't finish his sentence. Instead, his eyes widened to the point I thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. I was shivering, and snow covered my hair, wings, and other unmentionable things. Fang rushed over, slipping off his jacket and wrapping it around me.
"Jesus Mel..." He muttered. "Where did all the blood come from?" He asked.
"Is Jaime okay...?" I whispered, looking at Jaime, who had passed out. Fang shrugged.
"He just saw his sister, covered in blood, and naked." Fang said, wrapping his arms around me, and leading me to the shower room. By now, I wanted to pass out. I was exhausted, and cold out of my mind. The warmth from the jacket helped. Fang opened the door, and turned the water on. The steam tempted me to jump in and pass out. I resisted it. Fang turned away.
"You be ok. Or I'm going to kill you." Fang said, and opened the door, leaving.
"Ok-Kay." I said, shivering. Fang closed the door. I dropped the jacket, and stepped into the shower. God this felt like heaven....
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Once I was dressed, fed, clean, Fang asked me what happened. That's what I couldn't answer. For some reason, I didn't remember... Fang narrowed his eyes at me.
"What do you mean you do remember?"
"I mean, I don't remember what happened... I just remember being shot in the arm, and flying off, then here." I said, looking down at the floor. Right now, I was sitting in a corner, where I felt secure. Fang shook his head.
"That doesn't make any sense." He said rubbing his temples.
"I don't know what could have been..."
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Ducky requested I posted it. I know it totally feels the mode.
I dropped the knife, tears streaming down my face. I killed. I have never killed before. Why was I crying about it? I liked killing. I smirked. Launching at another, I opened my wings, my sword ready to be swung. An Eraser's head was on the floor now. Blood spewed from the neck, and it finally collapsed. I was bloodthirsty. Ready to kill. A scientist cried for help, only to have his heart punctured by my sword. Blood dripped from his mouth, and he collapsed. I whipped around, blood now covering my bare--that's right, I'm fighting naked--body. You wouldn't understand the rage going through me. Nor the enjoyment. I loved hearing them scream. I loved hearing them beg. I loved being the upper hand... A Whitecoat grabbed my arms. He screamed in pain as my sword punctured his arm. He released me, and grasped his arm. I ripped out the sword, earning another scream. Now I wasn't controlling myself. I let my rage take over. I kicked an Eraser into the wall, and stabbed my sword into it's neck. I whipped around, and delivered a powerful punch to an Eraser's chest, earning myself a wheeze, and another casualty. A powerful paw headed towards my face. I flipped backward, the fist missing my face, and my foot snapping the Eraser's neck back. The Eraser collapsed. I barely missed the body. I ran, down the halls. It was slippery due to all the blood. The doors swung open, and freedom was mine. I mean, if I was bullet-proof. Fifty Erasers had their guns aimed at me. Was I bullet-proof? I don't know... I am an Experiment. I never had gotten shot before. My question was soon answered. A bullet penetrated my arm. I clenched my jaw. I wasn't going to die. Not here. Not now. I ran at top speed, dodging bullets. I snapped out my wings, and took to the air. It was cold. The blood was drying, and the air was blowing at me. I pushed down with all my might, and blurred, ignoring the cold that cold freeze my toes off.
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I knocked on the door. Hoping Dad, or Mom would answer. The door opened. Jaime.
Oh God. Why Jaime? I'm naked for goodness sake. Jaime's eyes widened, then snapped shut.
"DAD!" Jaime screamed. I folded my arms across my bare chest.
"Will you at least let me in...? I'm freezing my t-toes off-ff..." I whispered, cold. Jaime stepped away from the door, tripping over a shoe. I grabbed his arm before he hit the floor. My foot slid across the floor, and shut the door. Fang came in.
"What's wr-" He didn't finish his sentence. Instead, his eyes widened to the point I thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. I was shivering, and snow covered my hair, wings, and other unmentionable things. Fang rushed over, slipping off his jacket and wrapping it around me.
"Jesus Mel..." He muttered. "Where did all the blood come from?" He asked.
"Is Jaime okay...?" I whispered, looking at Jaime, who had passed out. Fang shrugged.
"He just saw his sister, covered in blood, and naked." Fang said, wrapping his arms around me, and leading me to the shower room. By now, I wanted to pass out. I was exhausted, and cold out of my mind. The warmth from the jacket helped. Fang opened the door, and turned the water on. The steam tempted me to jump in and pass out. I resisted it. Fang turned away.
"You be ok. Or I'm going to kill you." Fang said, and opened the door, leaving.
"Ok-Kay." I said, shivering. Fang closed the door. I dropped the jacket, and stepped into the shower. God this felt like heaven....
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Once I was dressed, fed, clean, Fang asked me what happened. That's what I couldn't answer. For some reason, I didn't remember... Fang narrowed his eyes at me.
"What do you mean you do remember?"
"I mean, I don't remember what happened... I just remember being shot in the arm, and flying off, then here." I said, looking down at the floor. Right now, I was sitting in a corner, where I felt secure. Fang shook his head.
"That doesn't make any sense." He said rubbing his temples.
"I don't know what could have been..."
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Ducky requested I posted it. I know it totally feels the mode.
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. আপনি secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A অগ্রদূত screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the অগ্রদূত and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed পরবর্তি to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the অগ্রদূত before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. আপনি secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A অগ্রদূত screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the অগ্রদূত and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed পরবর্তি to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the অগ্রদূত before driving off.
(WARNING: If আপনি possess a brain আপনি might be able to figure something out here.)
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
চিরশ্যামল গুল্মবিশেষ looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
চিরশ্যামল গুল্মবিশেষ looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
দিন unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Erin Roy
