He leaned against the wall, dressed in his usual attire of jeans, tank top, and trench coat. The ivy along the mural stretched around him as he watched her. His charge had been outside with the others, playing. He came out of the shadows, his favorito place to hide. She saw him and ran over.
“Terror!”
He squatted down in front of her so they were eye-level, a smile playing at his lips. Her smile was wide as she hugged him and pulled away.
“Hey Liz. What are you doing?”
“I was on the swings!”
“Cool. How are those nightmares?”
He already knew the answer. He'd been in her room, watching her, for the past five nights. But he technically wasn't allowed in at night, so he couldn't tell her.
“Still there.”
“I'm sorry. They'll go away soon.”
“I hope so.”
The child's smile faded and she looked at him.
“Why hasn't Mama visited me? She promised to come as often as possible!”
“I know hon, but your mama's busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Helping others.”
“When will she be done?”
“Hard to say kid. Maybe a few mais days.”
“Okay. Promise she'll come back?”
“I promise.”
“I miss her.”
“I know. Just hang in there.”
His eyes roamed over the other children in the orphanage. His eye caught hold of a teenaged boy about his age. Dark hair, shifty eyes. Terror narrowed his eyes before looking back at Lizzie.
“Do you know that boy?” he asked.
“His name is Carter.”
“Hm. Don't trust him, Lizzie. Or any of these other kids.”
“Why?”
“They have a dark aura that peers into the depths of their dark souls.”
“Okay Terror.”
She hugged him again and he returned it.
“May I go play now?”
“Go on Lizzie. But remember, trust no one.”
He placed a flor in her hair before standing. Lizzie ran back to her group, returning to playing. Terror stepped back within the shadows, but he didn't disappear. He stayed, watching her. He knew not a single person on the team would heed his warning. He sighed. You fools have just brought on a war.
“Terror!”
He squatted down in front of her so they were eye-level, a smile playing at his lips. Her smile was wide as she hugged him and pulled away.
“Hey Liz. What are you doing?”
“I was on the swings!”
“Cool. How are those nightmares?”
He already knew the answer. He'd been in her room, watching her, for the past five nights. But he technically wasn't allowed in at night, so he couldn't tell her.
“Still there.”
“I'm sorry. They'll go away soon.”
“I hope so.”
The child's smile faded and she looked at him.
“Why hasn't Mama visited me? She promised to come as often as possible!”
“I know hon, but your mama's busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Helping others.”
“When will she be done?”
“Hard to say kid. Maybe a few mais days.”
“Okay. Promise she'll come back?”
“I promise.”
“I miss her.”
“I know. Just hang in there.”
His eyes roamed over the other children in the orphanage. His eye caught hold of a teenaged boy about his age. Dark hair, shifty eyes. Terror narrowed his eyes before looking back at Lizzie.
“Do you know that boy?” he asked.
“His name is Carter.”
“Hm. Don't trust him, Lizzie. Or any of these other kids.”
“Why?”
“They have a dark aura that peers into the depths of their dark souls.”
“Okay Terror.”
She hugged him again and he returned it.
“May I go play now?”
“Go on Lizzie. But remember, trust no one.”
He placed a flor in her hair before standing. Lizzie ran back to her group, returning to playing. Terror stepped back within the shadows, but he didn't disappear. He stayed, watching her. He knew not a single person on the team would heed his warning. He sighed. You fools have just brought on a war.
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack or just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can mover at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back fogo on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes por the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, or his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization por tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing mais Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
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