In which the reader is forced to wait while I try and figure out what's coming up next. >-<
“Patience, Kyra.”
She got goosebumps at Chelsea’s calm voice, tears escaping down her face. The pain of the gold was immense but she couldn’t place why-- skin contact hadn’t affected her before. Chelsea’s chuckled reached her as she took in a shuddering breath. “I assumed it would pain you more than you believed.”
The dark cloth over her eyes slipped away and she blinked a couple of times. Chelsea sat across from her, scraping a jagged knife on rock, making earsplitting screeches. A wicked grin spread on the older girls face. “They are looking, you know. But they don’t have very much time.”
“So cliche,” Kyra hissed out. “The time limit, the shed, targeting me; you’re turning into a typical villain.”
“I’m starting small,” Chelsea murmured, inspecting the edge of the blade. “I’m not aiming for death, I’m aiming for heartbreak.”
Kyra’s face contorted, confused, and Chelsea leant closer. “I know that promise you made to Eric. From two years ago? Imagine if he found you break that promise.”
“He’d understand! He will understand!”
“No. Not if he finds a suicide note.”
“I never wrote--”
“But I did. Shifted his memories so that the letter he found is from you. And it’s not like you’ll be able to explain. Your time is up.”
Kyra yelled out as she unwilling moved toward the knife, dragging it towards her arm. Chelsea’s glowing crimson eyes bored into her, and as hard as she fought, she still couldn’t stop. Shakily, her hand made a deep slash in her wrist, then slowly continued up her forearm. “Stop,” she muttered, then screamed out. “Stop!”
Miraculously the knife clattered to the floor, and she grasped her bloody arm tightly. Viciously glaring at the villainess, she stood, but instantly became nauseous, leaning against the wall for support. “Have fun,” Chelsea muttered, stepping out of the shed.
Slumping to the ground, Kyra’s breathing shallowed, her heartbeat slowing. A pair of boots came up to her vision and she glanced up to see Revenge calling out. To her, it was like an old movie: black and white, with no sound. Painfully she accepted unconsciousness, her last thought being Forgive me.
P.S.: I need one sentence, from any article Fin's been in (doesn't matter if it's mine, yours, or another person), that shows her relationship with the other OC's and her other friends. Message any sentences you find straight to me. :3
“Patience, Kyra.”
She got goosebumps at Chelsea’s calm voice, tears escaping down her face. The pain of the gold was immense but she couldn’t place why-- skin contact hadn’t affected her before. Chelsea’s chuckled reached her as she took in a shuddering breath. “I assumed it would pain you more than you believed.”
The dark cloth over her eyes slipped away and she blinked a couple of times. Chelsea sat across from her, scraping a jagged knife on rock, making earsplitting screeches. A wicked grin spread on the older girls face. “They are looking, you know. But they don’t have very much time.”
“So cliche,” Kyra hissed out. “The time limit, the shed, targeting me; you’re turning into a typical villain.”
“I’m starting small,” Chelsea murmured, inspecting the edge of the blade. “I’m not aiming for death, I’m aiming for heartbreak.”
Kyra’s face contorted, confused, and Chelsea leant closer. “I know that promise you made to Eric. From two years ago? Imagine if he found you break that promise.”
“He’d understand! He will understand!”
“No. Not if he finds a suicide note.”
“I never wrote--”
“But I did. Shifted his memories so that the letter he found is from you. And it’s not like you’ll be able to explain. Your time is up.”
Kyra yelled out as she unwilling moved toward the knife, dragging it towards her arm. Chelsea’s glowing crimson eyes bored into her, and as hard as she fought, she still couldn’t stop. Shakily, her hand made a deep slash in her wrist, then slowly continued up her forearm. “Stop,” she muttered, then screamed out. “Stop!”
Miraculously the knife clattered to the floor, and she grasped her bloody arm tightly. Viciously glaring at the villainess, she stood, but instantly became nauseous, leaning against the wall for support. “Have fun,” Chelsea muttered, stepping out of the shed.
Slumping to the ground, Kyra’s breathing shallowed, her heartbeat slowing. A pair of boots came up to her vision and she glanced up to see Revenge calling out. To her, it was like an old movie: black and white, with no sound. Painfully she accepted unconsciousness, her last thought being Forgive me.
P.S.: I need one sentence, from any article Fin's been in (doesn't matter if it's mine, yours, or another person), that shows her relationship with the other OC's and her other friends. Message any sentences you find straight to me. :3
Age: 15
Details: Human, white, english
Powers: Red lantern ring, Superhuman strength and durability, advanced skills, knowlage and abilitys.
Story: Kitanas always been different, more angry than different. Her parents kicked her out when she was 5 and she was found and sent to a faster care home. Many familys came and went but she always ended up back at the care home. Over time she just got more outraged at life and how to her everyone seem to think they were better than her. It got to the point where she had tryed to kill herself many a time but Kitana was always caught. Atrocitus, leader of the Red Lanert Corp reached out a hand and saw in her eyes the ture potenial her rage had within.
Personality: Self obssessed and over confident, hot headed and bossy and to be frank stuck up!
Uniform: (I'll draw and post a pic soon!)
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed next to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed next to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
(WARNING: If you possess a brain you might be able to figure something out here.)
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
Holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
Holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
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-
Day 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.