Oh yeah! My creativity strikes again!!!!
The sound of a gun and breaking glass pierced through the night. The sounds of a struggle were clear for anyone close by. Meaning only two. He stumbled backwards, taken back sejak the blow. It didn't last long. He kicked, punched, dodged, did all in his power to keep the other one down. His cape shadowed his every move. He was a figure in black, manipulating every thing with his tactical brain. He threw the other one against a wall, watching as he fell and knocked over a few trashcans. He was breathing heavily but prepared for an attack. Nothing. He laughed manically and tied up his victim.
“Too bad. I was looking for a better fight.”
He threw the unconcious criminal into the light of a jalan lamp and headed on his way. As he passed sejak a side alley, he heard a small noise. He looked around, listening. Someone was crying. He started towards the sound with caution, realizing the possibility of a trap. His eyes adjusted lebih and he saw it.
“Becca?!”
The girl looked up at him surprised.
“Who...who are you?”
Her voice was fearful, brown eyes wide.
“Becca, calm down. It's only me.”
“Who?”
He sighed. This girl, though she resembled Becca, clearly wasn't. He came closer.
“My name is Red Revenge. Let me help you.”
She looked at him as if she recognized the name, her body relaxing of tension. He stepped closer to her and watched her carefully.
“What's your name?”
“Lizzie.”
“What's wrong? I heard anda crying?”
“I-I...”
“You can tell me, Lizzie.”
“It's all my fault! Terror is dying and it's my fault!”
She burst into tears and Sam stopped. Crying was the one thing he never knew how to react to.
“Hey it'll be okay Lizzie. We just need to get him to a hospital.”
“A hospital?”
“Yeah. Come with me.”
Sam picked up Terror gently and Lizzie stood. He led her onto the streets.
“You better take him quickly. He'll at least have a chance.”
“Take him where?”
Sam looked at her beneath his mask. He'd heard of traumatizing cases, but this was ridiculous.
“A hospital. Sheesh!”
“Well don't blame me! I've only been a teenager for a few hours!”
Lizzie took Terror without trouble and marched away. Despite himself, Sam smirked at the childlike defiance she was showing. Then it hit him. He raced to catch up with her.
“Wait how old are you?!”
“Terror berkata I was fifteen.”
“But anda berkata you've only been a teen for a few hours!”
“Yeah. I was seven before.”
Sam looked at her and took hold of her arm.
“You best come with me.”
“What about Terror?”
“I'll get him help. But anda might need lebih than he does.”
The sound of a gun and breaking glass pierced through the night. The sounds of a struggle were clear for anyone close by. Meaning only two. He stumbled backwards, taken back sejak the blow. It didn't last long. He kicked, punched, dodged, did all in his power to keep the other one down. His cape shadowed his every move. He was a figure in black, manipulating every thing with his tactical brain. He threw the other one against a wall, watching as he fell and knocked over a few trashcans. He was breathing heavily but prepared for an attack. Nothing. He laughed manically and tied up his victim.
“Too bad. I was looking for a better fight.”
He threw the unconcious criminal into the light of a jalan lamp and headed on his way. As he passed sejak a side alley, he heard a small noise. He looked around, listening. Someone was crying. He started towards the sound with caution, realizing the possibility of a trap. His eyes adjusted lebih and he saw it.
“Becca?!”
The girl looked up at him surprised.
“Who...who are you?”
Her voice was fearful, brown eyes wide.
“Becca, calm down. It's only me.”
“Who?”
He sighed. This girl, though she resembled Becca, clearly wasn't. He came closer.
“My name is Red Revenge. Let me help you.”
She looked at him as if she recognized the name, her body relaxing of tension. He stepped closer to her and watched her carefully.
“What's your name?”
“Lizzie.”
“What's wrong? I heard anda crying?”
“I-I...”
“You can tell me, Lizzie.”
“It's all my fault! Terror is dying and it's my fault!”
She burst into tears and Sam stopped. Crying was the one thing he never knew how to react to.
“Hey it'll be okay Lizzie. We just need to get him to a hospital.”
“A hospital?”
“Yeah. Come with me.”
Sam picked up Terror gently and Lizzie stood. He led her onto the streets.
“You better take him quickly. He'll at least have a chance.”
“Take him where?”
Sam looked at her beneath his mask. He'd heard of traumatizing cases, but this was ridiculous.
“A hospital. Sheesh!”
“Well don't blame me! I've only been a teenager for a few hours!”
Lizzie took Terror without trouble and marched away. Despite himself, Sam smirked at the childlike defiance she was showing. Then it hit him. He raced to catch up with her.
“Wait how old are you?!”
“Terror berkata I was fifteen.”
“But anda berkata you've only been a teen for a few hours!”
“Yeah. I was seven before.”
Sam looked at her and took hold of her arm.
“You best come with me.”
“What about Terror?”
“I'll get him help. But anda might need lebih than he does.”
Yo! Attention all Red Revenge fans! I've got a proposition.
((It's called a contest anda idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I berkata *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask atau one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, hantar it sejak November 31st in the imej on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement anda have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
((It's called a contest anda idiot))
Oh, shut up!
Anyway, as I berkata *tapes Sam's mouth closed* I have a competition!
Holly's mask is supposed to be domino themed, but I don't want a Robin domino mask atau one the sidekicks wear. I want something unique, individual, and awesome. Here's the contest:
GOAL: Draw/make/Whatev a domino mask for Holly, hantar it sejak November 31st in the imej on the club with a link messages to me.
DETAILS: I want the mask to hide her identity (duh) I don't want it to be like Robin's and Speedy's, etc. I want it to be green and decorative.
PRIZE: To the best mask, I'll give the winner "What Matters?" a week before it's release (Dec. 29th) in one big package. The only agreement anda have to make is no spoilers.
Have fun peeps!
New York City
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are anda sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.
May 3, 22:09 EST
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“Are we in position, Draxx?” Revenge whispered.
“Yes. All positions secure.”
“Excellent.”
“Are anda sure Grant won’t mind us doing this?” Draxx asked. “I mean this is his company.”
“What Grant doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”
“That’s usually not true.”
Red Revenge laughed.
It took almost two hours for the assassin to appear. She slipped stealthily among the shadows.
“Target spotted.” Revenge said, picking up his gun and aiming it squarely at the feminine figure.
“On your signal.” Draxx radioed over.
Revenge aimed the sights, lined up the crosshairs, and pulled the trigger. The assassin began to scale the building.
“Now.” Revenge said, leaping from the roof of his company at the same minute.