Flying
13 Years Ago...
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Kids of all ages! Welcome, to the Haly Circus!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, Sam groaned as hs father dragged him into a assento seguinte to him. "Why did we have to go to a circus?" the eleven ano old groaned. "I mean honestly, I've got better things to do."
"You can spend some time with me rather than beating up another nine ano old." his father said harshly, taking a bite of popcorn. "Or stealing from the vending machine."
Sam made a face and slouched down in his assento while his father continued to eat popcorn. Sam knew why he was really here. His father needed some better PR. What better way than a father/son moment? Sam pulled out his phone and began typing things into it.
A sudden motion por his father sent Sam straight up in his chair. The boy tucked his phone away as his father stood up and shook someone's hand. Sam couldn't see who until his father stepped aside.
Bruce Wayne and a beautiful blonde woman Sam recognized as some reporter walked past him.
"Ah, Mr. Wayne, this is my son, Sam. Sam, this is Mr. Wayne. I'm currently working on something with him. Something that will hopefully bring down crime in both our cities." Sam's father paused with a wise twinkle. "Well,New York. We don't have a flying rodent around to stop muggers."
Bruce laughed and sat down seguinte to Sam's father. Sam was squished behind two fat women who were gossiping non-stop.
"Will you shut up?!" Sam asked, loud enough for the women to hear, but quiet enough for thesis father to completely ignore. The two women gave him disgusted looks and turned around, huffing indignantly.
"And now! For the greatest trapeze act on Earth! Ladies and Gentlemen! The Flying Graysons!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the spotlight shifted to three people on the topo, início of a very tall tower. One female, two males. One of the males was tiny, only two years younger than Sam. Yet he was the star.
The ringmaster announced the name of the mother and father as they swung out over the empty space. Seventy feet between them and the ground.
"And the youngest estrela of this amazing act, Dick Grayson!"
The crowd went absolutely berserk. Sam put up his phone. This was the part of the show he had wanted to see, though he'd never admit it to his father. Dick continued to wave out to the crowd, one hand on the trapeze bar.
"These three birds soar through the air, performing all these amazing stunts---"
Sam happened to glance out of the corner of his eye at the parents. Something was wrong. The cord shouldn't have been leaning them like that.
"without the safety of a net!"
TWANG!
The string snapped.
The crowd watched in horror as the two adults fell to the ground. Dick collapsed to his knees on the tower and simply looked at his parent's bodies on the ground.
Bruce Wayne was trying hard not to fall apart. He shook, his fists clenched, his eyes watered. He made his way away from the seats as the rest of the crowd screamed in horror.
30 minutos Later
Sam's father held his son tight as the young boy who had just watched his parents fall to their death climbed into the back of Bruce Wayne's car. The crowd slowly dispersed as a bearded man in a trench coat, trincheira came over to them holding a note pad.
"Names?"
"Grant?"
"Ah," the officer said. He held out his hand and Sam's father shook if. "I'm Lieutenant Gordon. I know this must be traumatic, for you both." he looked at Sam. "Did either of you two see anything?"
"No, I'm sorry. We got here a little late." Sam's father said.
"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Gordon said, starting to walk away.
"Sir!" Sam called out. It was the first time he'd ever addressed anyone as "sir". Gordon turned around and looked at Sam.
"Yes, son?"
"What's going to happen to the kid? Err... Dick I mean."
Gordon sighed. "It looks like Bruce Wayne's going to take care of him. There's no need to worry."
"Thank you." Sam said, somewhat reassured.
"No problem." Gordon said. He paused and looked at the father and his son. "I suggest you hold onto your son, Mr. Grant. And the same for you son: hold on tight."
---
"Hold on tight."
Sam's eyes filled with tears. His father was gone. Dead. Dived off the topo, início of his building. No, not dived. Sam thought, clenching his fists and opening his eyes. Pushed. Not died, murdered. Right there Sam made a commitment. A commitment that he...
would have Revenge.
13 Years Ago...
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Kids of all ages! Welcome, to the Haly Circus!"
The crowd erupted into cheers, Sam groaned as hs father dragged him into a assento seguinte to him. "Why did we have to go to a circus?" the eleven ano old groaned. "I mean honestly, I've got better things to do."
"You can spend some time with me rather than beating up another nine ano old." his father said harshly, taking a bite of popcorn. "Or stealing from the vending machine."
Sam made a face and slouched down in his assento while his father continued to eat popcorn. Sam knew why he was really here. His father needed some better PR. What better way than a father/son moment? Sam pulled out his phone and began typing things into it.
A sudden motion por his father sent Sam straight up in his chair. The boy tucked his phone away as his father stood up and shook someone's hand. Sam couldn't see who until his father stepped aside.
Bruce Wayne and a beautiful blonde woman Sam recognized as some reporter walked past him.
"Ah, Mr. Wayne, this is my son, Sam. Sam, this is Mr. Wayne. I'm currently working on something with him. Something that will hopefully bring down crime in both our cities." Sam's father paused with a wise twinkle. "Well,New York. We don't have a flying rodent around to stop muggers."
Bruce laughed and sat down seguinte to Sam's father. Sam was squished behind two fat women who were gossiping non-stop.
"Will you shut up?!" Sam asked, loud enough for the women to hear, but quiet enough for thesis father to completely ignore. The two women gave him disgusted looks and turned around, huffing indignantly.
"And now! For the greatest trapeze act on Earth! Ladies and Gentlemen! The Flying Graysons!"
The crowd erupted into cheers as the spotlight shifted to three people on the topo, início of a very tall tower. One female, two males. One of the males was tiny, only two years younger than Sam. Yet he was the star.
The ringmaster announced the name of the mother and father as they swung out over the empty space. Seventy feet between them and the ground.
"And the youngest estrela of this amazing act, Dick Grayson!"
The crowd went absolutely berserk. Sam put up his phone. This was the part of the show he had wanted to see, though he'd never admit it to his father. Dick continued to wave out to the crowd, one hand on the trapeze bar.
"These three birds soar through the air, performing all these amazing stunts---"
Sam happened to glance out of the corner of his eye at the parents. Something was wrong. The cord shouldn't have been leaning them like that.
"without the safety of a net!"
TWANG!
The string snapped.
The crowd watched in horror as the two adults fell to the ground. Dick collapsed to his knees on the tower and simply looked at his parent's bodies on the ground.
Bruce Wayne was trying hard not to fall apart. He shook, his fists clenched, his eyes watered. He made his way away from the seats as the rest of the crowd screamed in horror.
30 minutos Later
Sam's father held his son tight as the young boy who had just watched his parents fall to their death climbed into the back of Bruce Wayne's car. The crowd slowly dispersed as a bearded man in a trench coat, trincheira came over to them holding a note pad.
"Names?"
"Grant?"
"Ah," the officer said. He held out his hand and Sam's father shook if. "I'm Lieutenant Gordon. I know this must be traumatic, for you both." he looked at Sam. "Did either of you two see anything?"
"No, I'm sorry. We got here a little late." Sam's father said.
"Thank you, Mr. Grant." Gordon said, starting to walk away.
"Sir!" Sam called out. It was the first time he'd ever addressed anyone as "sir". Gordon turned around and looked at Sam.
"Yes, son?"
"What's going to happen to the kid? Err... Dick I mean."
Gordon sighed. "It looks like Bruce Wayne's going to take care of him. There's no need to worry."
"Thank you." Sam said, somewhat reassured.
"No problem." Gordon said. He paused and looked at the father and his son. "I suggest you hold onto your son, Mr. Grant. And the same for you son: hold on tight."
---
"Hold on tight."
Sam's eyes filled with tears. His father was gone. Dead. Dived off the topo, início of his building. No, not dived. Sam thought, clenching his fists and opening his eyes. Pushed. Not died, murdered. Right there Sam made a commitment. A commitment that he...
would have Revenge.
Scarlet's new civvies
Alias: Ember
Age: 16
Power: witch who can control fogo and uses magic
Alliance: for right now I don't even care the line between villian and hero is basically non-existant so call her whatever you want
Appearance: long laranja hair (now tied up in either a ponytail or pigtails), brown eyes, 5 ft. 8"
Personality: Calm, hot-tempered, withdrawn, loner(ish), serious, loud, trust issues (I might have mentioned this before but her trust issues have gotten worse), friendly, brave, strong (I mean emotionally strong), courageous
History: the only thing that's changed is that her father killed her evil grandmother then her father was murdered.
Other: Scarlet iherited her mother's immortal hunter gun called "Fire Crossing", she has some expierience in martial arts, and she has a dog familiar named Cole
Scarlet's new mission outfit
Trevor-day
Bentley
Caitlyn
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.
"Why....why did you do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started composição literária his friends name on the wall. They begged you not to go into this. You knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged you gods sake. I don't get why you did it...but I guess you made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, you felt it was your place, to take that spot. But you brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only you could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put you through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did you do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started composição literária his friends name on the wall. They begged you not to go into this. You knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged you gods sake. I don't get why you did it...but I guess you made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, you felt it was your place, to take that spot. But you brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only you could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put you through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
Excerpt-
"Is this cool or what?!" the teen exclaimed mais than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can you not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell you again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
"Is this cool or what?!" the teen exclaimed mais than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can you not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell you again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
