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The purple haired girl walked down the street, unsure of what to do.
“I can help her…” she berkata to herself, “but then I might have to wait a few weeks before I could actually touch someone accidentally without worrying about killing them…” The girl sighed and sat down on a bench, putting her head in her gloved covered hands.
“But I can’t just leave her there dead. She’s so young. I have to do it…” she berkata to herself. She got up and continued walking down the street.
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He went on a rampage. Walking down the streets of Gotham, getting himself into as many fights as her could. His hati, tengah-tengah was hurt and he couldn’t take the pain. His Pistol out, ready to shoot the first person who gave him a dirty look. He went to an abandoned building, pulling out a bomb from his back pocket He walked into the building and went up the rusted stairs to the roof. Twan set up the bomb in the middle of the area, wiring it just right. He took a remote out and held onto the button, trying hard to push it down. Twan, don’t do it. He looked around.
“Who’s there?” No one is there baby. It’s just anda and me. He turned around, still looking.
“Who are you?” Are anda telling me anda don’t recognize your girlfriend’s voice? I’ve only been dead for three days dude! His eyes widened.
“If you’re dead, then why can I hear your voice?” Because it’s all in your head. anda want me here to tell anda to stop. anda want me here to calm anda down. anda don’t want to believe that I’m dead. He still held onto the button, still trying to push it.
“Well it’s not gonna work…” he said. If it’s not gonna work, then why haven’t anda pushed the button? The blue eyed boy stood there and dropped the remote, luckily not breaking.
“Why do anda have to be dead?” he whispered, breaking down inside. Hey, it wasn’t my choice to die. I would have gladly stayed alive, and anda know that. Twan stood there silent, looking at the bomb. Oh, so the bomb is better than me? The voice berkata in a joking manner. He cracked a smile, but then Lost it quickly. A single teardrop fell down his face while he stood there looking at the bomb, wishing that all of this was a dream.
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He sat on a bench outside, playing his gitar Singing The City sejak Ed Sheeran softly.
“This city never sleeps. I hear the people walk sejak when it’s late. Sirens bleed through my windowsill. I can’t close my eyes. Don’t control what I’m into. The tower is alive. The lights that blind me awake. With my hud, hood up and laces untied. Sleep fills my mind. Don’t control what I’m into… “Amara sat seterusnya to him, holding a cup.
“What’s in the cup Amara?” Bentley asked.
“Hot chocolate,” the small girl berkata quietly. She looked into the cup, staring at her rippling reflection.
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The blue eyed boy came out of the building and calmly walking back down the street. Good boy! anda didn’t blow yourself up! If I weren’t a voice, anda would get a hug right now. He smiled a little bit.
“Don’t be too happy, you’re still dead, and your voice won’t stay in my head forever.” Um… yeah, it will. You’re not going to possibly forget the girl that stopped anda from killing yourself, twice. He sighed.
“Don’t remind me.” You want me to remind you, because I am a voice from your head… Ha I win! I would so do a victory dance right now if I could! He chuckled a little. I made anda happier! I win again! Rene 2 Twan 0. He laughed a little more, but then his face became serious again.
“I wish it wasn’t your voice in my imagination making me happy though. I wish anda in person were. I would be even happier…” His voice trailed off. Sorry dude… He stayed quiet and continued to walk down the street.
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“I have to find that guy,” Amethyst said, “tell him that I can bring her back.” She walked down the jalan slowly, paying close attention to the people walking past her; but none of them were him. The girl sat of a bench and continued to do the same thing, picking out every detail she could about how he looked. Just when she was about to give up, she saw him walking down the street, talking to himself. Amethyst stood up and walked over in front of him. The blue eyed boy looked at her.
“Hi,” the purple haired girl said, “I’m Amethyst. I saw your walk into Rene’s room today.” He looked down. She cracked a small smile that he saw.
“Why are anda smiling? Death is not a happy thing.” He said, trying not to blow up. Calm down sweetie. He took a deep breath. “What do anda want Amethyst?” She looked at him, still smiling a little bit.
“I know a way to bring Rene back to life.”
Amethyst
Soul Civvies 1
Sable
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-
hari 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.
