She was running along the street, a blur to all. She did a few tricks over cars, going too fast for any one to appreciate them. She laughed, enjoying her fun. She skidded to a stop when she saw a blonde haired boy in a black trench kot running away. She looked at him for a minute. Why was he running? She raced towards him.
“Hey softie!” she yelled teasingly.
The boy stopped, turning to her. He scowled.
“Shut up Erin!”
She stopped in front of him.
“Awww! C'mon Terror! I was just playing!”
“I don't give a care. Leave me alone!”
Terror turned to leave, but Erin grabbed his wrist. A bag fell from underneath his trench coat. Terror looked at it. He yanked his arm back and moved to pick it up. Erin beat him to it.
“What's in here?”
“None of your business!”
“True.”
Erin reached inside, pulling out a small blade. Her eyes widened.
“Terror!”
He grabbed the blade from her hand.
“What...what are anda doing with that?”
“What do anda think?”
Erin looked at him, watching as he twirled the blade in his hand.
“You know anda can't.”
“Why not?”
“You're a hero for one. Second, anda CAN go to jail.”
Terror scowled again. He twirled the blade in his hand before throwing it. Erin watched the blade lodge itself in a tree.
“I don't know what else to do.”
“Terror. You've had other girlfriends. Other break ups. Why is this one different?”
“...I Cinta her, Erin. But I can't have her. She doesn't want me.”
“So what? Her loss. Besides, they won't last long. And when she comes back to you, you'll have someone else. Kinda the one that got away thing.”
“You're wrong Erin.”
“No I'm not. The same happened to me. I fell in Cinta but he went away. Now I have another love. And he can keep up with me.”
“You are! She was the one Erin!”
Terror sat on the ground and Erin slowly sat seterusnya to him. She looked at him and then at her hands.
“You mean...she was THE one?”
“Yes, Erin. The one.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Erin looked back at her hands. She took a deep breath.
“Terror, I don't know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. She's with another. Not a thing I can do.”
Erin blinked back a few tears.
“Crap.”
“What?” Terror asked.
“You got me crying.”
Terror looked at her. Erin had tears down her face and was blinking quickly.
“Erin-”
“Stop. I'll be okay in a sec.”
Erin wiped away the tears. She took a cleansing breath and then looked at him.
“How can anda talk about her and not cry?”
“No lebih tears to cry.”
“I hate him.”
“Who?”
Erin gave Terror a pointed look and Terror nodded.
“Ah. Him. Yeah so does Becca.”
“Its funny how everyone thinks anda and Becca are like the best of friends.”
“When we aren't? Yeah I know.”
“If Sylver hadn't...you know, Becca would kick your ass.”
Terror smiled a little.
“I know.”
“Too bad.”
Erin was silent for a minute.
“We're best friends, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then...why am I never there when anda need me?”
Terror looked over at Erin. She was looking at him, relaxed.
“You speed around too much. anda have to alih around constantly in order to be happy.”
“Not an excuse.”
“No. Just you.”
Erin smiled at Terror.
“Thanks Terror.”
She stood and returned a saat later. She handed Terror the retrieved blade.
“Go ahead. I'll make sure no one finds out.”
Terror took the blade. He stared at it before throwing it into a trash can.
“No. I'm not evil. Just a monster.”
“And I'm a freak.”
Terror smiled up at her before standing. Erin smiled back.
“Wanna go to Damo's?” she asked. “My treat.”
“Your treat? Okay. I'm down for that.”
“No drinking. I can't pay for that much.”
Terror laughed a little.
“You got it. I don't need to anymore. I think I'm good.”
“Good. But it's still her loss.”
“Hey softie!” she yelled teasingly.
The boy stopped, turning to her. He scowled.
“Shut up Erin!”
She stopped in front of him.
“Awww! C'mon Terror! I was just playing!”
“I don't give a care. Leave me alone!”
Terror turned to leave, but Erin grabbed his wrist. A bag fell from underneath his trench coat. Terror looked at it. He yanked his arm back and moved to pick it up. Erin beat him to it.
“What's in here?”
“None of your business!”
“True.”
Erin reached inside, pulling out a small blade. Her eyes widened.
“Terror!”
He grabbed the blade from her hand.
“What...what are anda doing with that?”
“What do anda think?”
Erin looked at him, watching as he twirled the blade in his hand.
“You know anda can't.”
“Why not?”
“You're a hero for one. Second, anda CAN go to jail.”
Terror scowled again. He twirled the blade in his hand before throwing it. Erin watched the blade lodge itself in a tree.
“I don't know what else to do.”
“Terror. You've had other girlfriends. Other break ups. Why is this one different?”
“...I Cinta her, Erin. But I can't have her. She doesn't want me.”
“So what? Her loss. Besides, they won't last long. And when she comes back to you, you'll have someone else. Kinda the one that got away thing.”
“You're wrong Erin.”
“No I'm not. The same happened to me. I fell in Cinta but he went away. Now I have another love. And he can keep up with me.”
“You are! She was the one Erin!”
Terror sat on the ground and Erin slowly sat seterusnya to him. She looked at him and then at her hands.
“You mean...she was THE one?”
“Yes, Erin. The one.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Erin looked back at her hands. She took a deep breath.
“Terror, I don't know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. She's with another. Not a thing I can do.”
Erin blinked back a few tears.
“Crap.”
“What?” Terror asked.
“You got me crying.”
Terror looked at her. Erin had tears down her face and was blinking quickly.
“Erin-”
“Stop. I'll be okay in a sec.”
Erin wiped away the tears. She took a cleansing breath and then looked at him.
“How can anda talk about her and not cry?”
“No lebih tears to cry.”
“I hate him.”
“Who?”
Erin gave Terror a pointed look and Terror nodded.
“Ah. Him. Yeah so does Becca.”
“Its funny how everyone thinks anda and Becca are like the best of friends.”
“When we aren't? Yeah I know.”
“If Sylver hadn't...you know, Becca would kick your ass.”
Terror smiled a little.
“I know.”
“Too bad.”
Erin was silent for a minute.
“We're best friends, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then...why am I never there when anda need me?”
Terror looked over at Erin. She was looking at him, relaxed.
“You speed around too much. anda have to alih around constantly in order to be happy.”
“Not an excuse.”
“No. Just you.”
Erin smiled at Terror.
“Thanks Terror.”
She stood and returned a saat later. She handed Terror the retrieved blade.
“Go ahead. I'll make sure no one finds out.”
Terror took the blade. He stared at it before throwing it into a trash can.
“No. I'm not evil. Just a monster.”
“And I'm a freak.”
Terror smiled up at her before standing. Erin smiled back.
“Wanna go to Damo's?” she asked. “My treat.”
“Your treat? Okay. I'm down for that.”
“No drinking. I can't pay for that much.”
Terror laughed a little.
“You got it. I don't need to anymore. I think I'm good.”
“Good. But it's still her loss.”
Alias: Ember
Age: 16
Power: witch who can control api, kebakaran and uses magic
Alliance: for right now I don't even care the line between villian and hero is basically non-existant so call her whatever anda want
Appearance: long orange hair (now tied up in either a ponytail atau pigtails), brown eyes, 5 ft. 8"
Personality: Calm, hot-tempered, withdrawn, loner(ish), serious, loud, trust issues (I might have mentioned this before but her trust issues have gotten worse), friendly, brave, strong (I mean emotionally strong), courageous
History: the only thing that's changed is that her father killed her evil grandmother then her father was murdered.
Other: Scarlet iherited her mother's immortal hunter gun called "Fire Crossing", she has some expierience in martial arts, and she has a dog familiar named Cole
Alias: unknown.
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Appearance: long blonde hair and brown eyes, hair usually worn in braid atau up (ponytail, bun)
Personality: she was stubborn and always thought she could do things on her own. she was Brave on the outside but was scared but never let anyone see it. She was never the one to smile so easily and be at ease. And she was never someone who Lost without a fight.
Powers/Abilities: she doesn't have any powers but combat and sword skills.
Weapons: a single sword.
Past: died in a break out gone wrong.
Others: she wasn't someone to let people into her life. But she cared if someone were sad atau upset.