He felt another prescence in the room with him. He half-hoped it was her, but he knew it wasn't. But the thing standing in the corner of his room wasn't what he expected. He made ready in case the thing attacked, but then he saw the eyes. They weren't the same color, the familiar blue, but they held the same pain and sadness and longing that his eyes had before.
“Terror.”
“Yes.”
“Did anda find her?!”
“Yes. Becca's there now. We have to hurry.”
He stood and ran over to where the so-called monster stood. He felt the slight pressure of a hand on his shoulder and they stepped into the darkness of the shadows.
Her arms fell at her sides as she kept the power flowing. They may be demonic, they may even be strong. But she was better. She kicked her way to the cannons, taking them out first. She was tackled to the ground and then suddenly freed.
“Wondered when you'd come.”
He gave her a smirk she couldn't see and then moved to make a clear path to the front. She could feel the power rolling off of him and wondered how she could be so close. Her own magic radiated off her, but it was slightly weaker from the battle they were fighting. Her ears picked up the sound of heavy boots running away and she could only guess that it was Alek running. Then she followed after Terror when they were attacked yet again.
Her feet thundered on the cobblestone floor. She could hear sounds of fighting. She tasted the sulfur of cannons and felt the shudder of the istana, castle falling around her. She didn't wait to see what happened; this was her one shot of freedom.
“Oh Tara~!”
She ran faster, panting hard. She wouldn't go back. Not with him. She turned a corner, finding a corridor, before she was tackled to the ground and pinned down in one smooth motion. Fear flooded through her veins.
“It's not nice to run away.”
His voice was sultry and flirty, like Singing a song.
“P-please let me go. anda don't know what will happen.”
“On the contrary, I know quite well. That is why anda must go. The way you've tried so many times before.”
He pulled out a silver dagger, the hilt stained with blood.
“Oh how much I will miss playing with you, dear little Tara. But I have heard many things and many say that Taranth isn't so bad.”
She gulped and felt the first trickle of blood from the weapon at her throat. The dagger trailed down her neck, across her shoulder, and down to her heart. He held it there, looking at her for a last time. Her eyes shut instictively and tears fell over the side of her temples. She felt the dagger press on her skin slowly and then heard the sound of a gunshot. Metal clattered against the floor and then the weight was gone. She sat up and slowly opened her eyes. Her Cinta stood a few feet away, eyes filled with Cinta and worry and relief. The steaming gun in his hand was matched with the look of fear and anger on his face. She looked at him for long minutes, tears creating rivers down her cheeks.
“Alek...”
The sound of her voice saying his name brought him back and he was holding her in a heartbeat.
“Are anda okay?!”
“I'm...fine. You're here.”
“Yes. Are anda sure you're okay????”
“Yes.”
“Who was that?”
“An incubus. And old...admirer.”
“Really?!”
“Yes...”
“Why..?”
“It's a long story, Alek.”
“You're still alive.”
“Yeah.”
“I Cinta you!”
“I Cinta anda too.”
“Don't leave me again!”
“I won't......Are they really gone?”
“Yes. No one will take anda again. And I'm putting a loceng on you. anda aren't going again.”
“Just..shut up and hold me.”
He kissed her head and did as she asked.
“Terror.”
“Yes.”
“Did anda find her?!”
“Yes. Becca's there now. We have to hurry.”
He stood and ran over to where the so-called monster stood. He felt the slight pressure of a hand on his shoulder and they stepped into the darkness of the shadows.
Her arms fell at her sides as she kept the power flowing. They may be demonic, they may even be strong. But she was better. She kicked her way to the cannons, taking them out first. She was tackled to the ground and then suddenly freed.
“Wondered when you'd come.”
He gave her a smirk she couldn't see and then moved to make a clear path to the front. She could feel the power rolling off of him and wondered how she could be so close. Her own magic radiated off her, but it was slightly weaker from the battle they were fighting. Her ears picked up the sound of heavy boots running away and she could only guess that it was Alek running. Then she followed after Terror when they were attacked yet again.
Her feet thundered on the cobblestone floor. She could hear sounds of fighting. She tasted the sulfur of cannons and felt the shudder of the istana, castle falling around her. She didn't wait to see what happened; this was her one shot of freedom.
“Oh Tara~!”
She ran faster, panting hard. She wouldn't go back. Not with him. She turned a corner, finding a corridor, before she was tackled to the ground and pinned down in one smooth motion. Fear flooded through her veins.
“It's not nice to run away.”
His voice was sultry and flirty, like Singing a song.
“P-please let me go. anda don't know what will happen.”
“On the contrary, I know quite well. That is why anda must go. The way you've tried so many times before.”
He pulled out a silver dagger, the hilt stained with blood.
“Oh how much I will miss playing with you, dear little Tara. But I have heard many things and many say that Taranth isn't so bad.”
She gulped and felt the first trickle of blood from the weapon at her throat. The dagger trailed down her neck, across her shoulder, and down to her heart. He held it there, looking at her for a last time. Her eyes shut instictively and tears fell over the side of her temples. She felt the dagger press on her skin slowly and then heard the sound of a gunshot. Metal clattered against the floor and then the weight was gone. She sat up and slowly opened her eyes. Her Cinta stood a few feet away, eyes filled with Cinta and worry and relief. The steaming gun in his hand was matched with the look of fear and anger on his face. She looked at him for long minutes, tears creating rivers down her cheeks.
“Alek...”
The sound of her voice saying his name brought him back and he was holding her in a heartbeat.
“Are anda okay?!”
“I'm...fine. You're here.”
“Yes. Are anda sure you're okay????”
“Yes.”
“Who was that?”
“An incubus. And old...admirer.”
“Really?!”
“Yes...”
“Why..?”
“It's a long story, Alek.”
“You're still alive.”
“Yeah.”
“I Cinta you!”
“I Cinta anda too.”
“Don't leave me again!”
“I won't......Are they really gone?”
“Yes. No one will take anda again. And I'm putting a loceng on you. anda aren't going again.”
“Just..shut up and hold me.”
He kissed her head and did as she asked.
Can anda blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if anda read it like you'd be Singing Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How anda seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
anda grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
masam notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s buaian swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what anda see
What is it anda saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How anda seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
anda grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
masam notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s buaian swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what anda see
What is it anda saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
![Demon Demon](http://images5.fanpop.com/image/articles/175000/young-justice-ocs_175208_1.jpg?cache=1344222383)
Demon
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
![Just cause I found it Just cause I found it](http://images5.fanpop.com/image/articles/174000/young-justice-ocs_174840_top.jpg?cache=1344048074)
Just cause I found it
The Face.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My Friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream atau cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My Friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream atau cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.