SoR8
I hadn't meant to make the girl cry, but dang! She evidentially didn't know a thing about privacy.
As I walked down the hall back toward the common room, I heard someone muttering. I ignored them and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled beverage before heading back.
I could still remember being shoved into the glass box, Two-Face getting ready to induce a chemical into the box.
I was so distracted, I ran flat into someone. This 'someone' was huge though. Big enough to take on Bane and probably defeat him.
"Hey, Sammy." he berkata in an Italian accent. "Where's pretty girl?"
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is the drink is smashed on the floor, I'm heaving, and the guy is in the wall, moaning about his neck. Blood trickles into my eyes, but I ignore it. There are a dozen people looking at me in awe.
"Anybody else got a problem?" I growled.
No one responded.
"Damn, I dropped my drink."
I headed back to my room and washed off the cuts before bandaging them. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had taken its toll. I was bruised and cut all over. I was going to be sore in the morning, but I wasn't about to let them think me weak.
"Revenge, report."
I sigh and walk over to the communicator. "Two-Face is the boss. Jazzman is a face."
"Do anda want out?"
I pause. It's tempting. I can get out and not have to worry about anything. Not face the memories and nightmares anymore. But why am I a hero then? atau rather, pretending to be?
"Nah, I'll be good." I reply.
"Are anda sure?"
"No."
Because I know that he can still control me. He can still make me his mindless slave if he chooses.
And he can make me kill lebih than just my enemies.
I hadn't meant to make the girl cry, but dang! She evidentially didn't know a thing about privacy.
As I walked down the hall back toward the common room, I heard someone muttering. I ignored them and opened the fridge, pulling out a bottled beverage before heading back.
I could still remember being shoved into the glass box, Two-Face getting ready to induce a chemical into the box.
I was so distracted, I ran flat into someone. This 'someone' was huge though. Big enough to take on Bane and probably defeat him.
"Hey, Sammy." he berkata in an Italian accent. "Where's pretty girl?"
I didn't know what happened next. All I know is the drink is smashed on the floor, I'm heaving, and the guy is in the wall, moaning about his neck. Blood trickles into my eyes, but I ignore it. There are a dozen people looking at me in awe.
"Anybody else got a problem?" I growled.
No one responded.
"Damn, I dropped my drink."
I headed back to my room and washed off the cuts before bandaging them. The fight hadn't lasted long, but it had taken its toll. I was bruised and cut all over. I was going to be sore in the morning, but I wasn't about to let them think me weak.
"Revenge, report."
I sigh and walk over to the communicator. "Two-Face is the boss. Jazzman is a face."
"Do anda want out?"
I pause. It's tempting. I can get out and not have to worry about anything. Not face the memories and nightmares anymore. But why am I a hero then? atau rather, pretending to be?
"Nah, I'll be good." I reply.
"Are anda sure?"
"No."
Because I know that he can still control me. He can still make me his mindless slave if he chooses.
And he can make me kill lebih than just my enemies.
Coming this Friday! Of course, if anda want to read this and the seterusnya four episodes, go to the Red Revenge Club!
"The party, Mr. Grant." the driver said, opening the door to the limo.
Sam groaned before stepping out.
"Do I really need a limo drive to my school?" he asked aloud.
"You are a high profil character." a voice berkata beside him as holly slipped her arm through his.
"Nice." he dikomen at her outfit.
"You think?" holly asked.
"I think it fits anda perfectly." Sam said.
holly blushed.
She was dressed in a skin-tight black body-suit, which just happened to be her Nightbird costume, with a red trench kot behind it and a red miniskirt over her pants.
The two walked through the door into the school.
"The party, Mr. Grant." the driver said, opening the door to the limo.
Sam groaned before stepping out.
"Do I really need a limo drive to my school?" he asked aloud.
"You are a high profil character." a voice berkata beside him as holly slipped her arm through his.
"Nice." he dikomen at her outfit.
"You think?" holly asked.
"I think it fits anda perfectly." Sam said.
holly blushed.
She was dressed in a skin-tight black body-suit, which just happened to be her Nightbird costume, with a red trench kot behind it and a red miniskirt over her pants.
The two walked through the door into the school.