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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Her mouth had gone dry long before the night was out. Her arms shot pain through her body as they spread out on either side of her like wings. Her legs and feet were covered in the dirt from the floor. The door opened and harsh light filled the room. She hissed, blinking away the spots from her vision. The gag cutting into her skin was removed. She looked to where her captor stood and muttered a soft word. A laugh echoed in the room, smooth and icy.
“My apologies for making you miss your flight. I had mais urgent news for you.”
She spoke quietly, but her captor caught every word.
“You could say that. My regrets for the poor treatment, dear girl.”
She spat out another word, this time in a different language. She heard a snicker and the only other occupant answered back in the same language.
“Learning Russian are we? Wouldn't have anything to do with that boyfriend of yours, would it?”
Her eyes flashed daggers but she grew silent.
“I'll take that as a yes. Anyway, you have nothing to fear, we will not hurt you, blah blah blah. I am instructed to tell you this in person. You know why you're here. Cooperate and all will be well....
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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He readjusted the microscopic device and looked over at the mesa, tabela were his laptop lay open, showing a perfectly clear image of the living room. For the final test, he clicked a button on the side of his Rolex, then waved his hand in front of the camera lens. His wristwatch vibrated and flashed the image of the living room, then either bedroom, kitchen, fire-escape, and the foyer; the same clear live video feeds streaming on the six-way-split-screen of his laptop.
"Perfect," the young man muttered with satisfaction, clicked the button again, and climbed down from the step-ladder.
"Daddy!" the toddler ran in from the kitchen, red sauce smeared across his cheeks. "I ate all my Bigetti O's like a bog boy!" he exclaimed.
Declan smiled at his nephew and swung him up into his arms.
"Yes, you did," he said. "Let's get ready for bed, okay?"
Riley nodded as his uncle, the only father he really knew, who wiped the espaguete sauce off the child's face.
"You gonna stay in your berço like a big boy?"
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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"Staring at her isn't going to help."
Nic nearly jumped out of his skin as the sudden remark shattered his trance. He quickly gained his composure before the other man could see that he had startled the fire-caster. Declan stepped down to the platform. He scanned the still body of the girl lying on the cot. Her frame was cloaked por the sterilized-white blanket, an IV snaking from her arm. His eyes settled on his baby sister's relaxed features, eyes dancing behind her closed lids, wondering if she were dreaming.
"Guess I did one Hell of a job protecter her, huh?"
The assassin tore his gaze from Aryess and directed his vision to the boy at his side. The Brit's jaw was set, dark circles shadows his eyes. Declan wondered if he had gotten any sleep.
"There's always the risk in a mission. We all know that."
Nic sighed and clenched his hands behind his back, as if unsure what to do with himself in such a helpless situation. "What was she even doing down there? She couldn't have halted the bomb even if she wanted. Was she going to force the guard, the traitor who never surfaced, to disengage it?"
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Opinion by Kurls_Basd posted over a year ago
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this first part maybe boring but up coming will be mais intresting.

She pant, she ran, trying her best to out run the red head. She parted the wet bushes, the dewy leaves grazed her pale skin and pierced her in the eye, but she continued. She can hear her drawing near, she looked up at the moon and suddenly,Crashed!!!!
She hit the ground, she gasped heavily as she got on her hands and knees. She hears giggling, and she looks up, there Lelisa stood with a devious look and a sword in her hand.
"You have no where else to go." She says to Aquapoint, as she looks at her, Lelisa continues,"You certainly have good time solider." Aquapoint turned around and looked upon a boy with black hair and red eyes, starring at her. He nods and puts out a pair of dual swords from his back.
"No need I'll take care of the little snowflake." Lelisa says, but before she could say any mais she was struck to the ground. Her eyes leveled with Aqupoint,
"What are you doing?" She asked the boy, who now stood above them both.
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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It started in his chest. The fogo ignited in his coração and was pumped through his veins to every part of his body. No matter how much strength he put into resisting it, the heat spread to every limb. Flames danced across his bones, coals settled in his stomach where they continued to burn. Red painted his vision, the tyrant pain engulfed his mind and threatened to overthrow his sanity.
Alek woke with a gasp. He wiped the sweat coating his forehead and tried to sit up. His limbs protested with a resisting pain. The teen stubbled through the dark to the amour looming in the shadows of the dark room. He quickly found the silver case, slipped out the syringe filled with a gleaming green liquid and injected the needle into his arm, pushing the serum into his bloodstream. Alek fell back into a sitting position, relief flooding him, purifying him of the terror that shook him. The fever subsided immediately, the tremor in his muscles disappeared.
He flicked on the bedside lamp, then reached for the glass cylinder to reload the syringe and held it up in the light. Only an inch of the chemical remained. The teen sighed and stood, realizing he would need to refill it before...
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Fan fiction by Blitz359 posted over a year ago
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The barco hummed as it skimmed across the water in the dead of night. The three passengers were completely silent as their destination loomed overhead, looking ever so mysterious in the light of the moon. As the barco docked, the passengers quickly jumped out and covered the barco with a dark tarp. In their stealth suits, they seemed to resemble assassins, but they're purpose to being on this island was a mystery to even them.

"Where's the rendezvous again?" asked Valeriya. "The directions weren't too clear." Without hesitation, the violet-haired girl replied, "It's about 5 miles north of here." With a nod from their blonde leader, the three set out north, all while being cautious not to leave any trace of them.

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"Richi, we got a package." The blonde looked up sleepily from his bowl of cereal. "Hm? Who's it from? The black-haired teen looked on all of the sides of the box for a name. "Dunno." Zephyr tossed the box over to the devil child, and went back out to do god knows what.
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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He stepped out of the shadows, looking her over.
“You didn't tell him.”
It was a statement, but she still nodded.
“I told him what we agreed upon.”
“So when will we tell him?”
“When we know where she is. He can't help. I don't want him to worry.”
“Since when?”
She glared at him.
“Since I saw how much Tara loves him. Besides, it won't help us if he's chasing false leads.”
“Yeah. Okay. So what next?”
“We need to find her.”
“No kidding.”
“We have a week.”
“This will be fun. Where do we look first?”
“Scene of the crime. But I've gone over it four times. There are no clues. The only thing that's missing is her. And there are no finger prints. No other worldly doors, just nothing.”
“Okay. So now we look for anything out of the ordinary. Something supernatural.”
“We should bring Todd in. After we see what we can find. Deal?”
“Yeah. We need his sight. I'll look for traces of shadows and otherworldly. Then I'll bring Puck in to confirm findings.”
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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N/A: this is kinda a response to RL's "Gone Away" anecdote, but it's mostly cause I've wanted to write something b/w these two guys for a while now....

The sweat coating his skin made his tanned muscles gleam in the sunlight shining in the clear sky. He paused a moment, breathing heavily, and leaned his head against the glass he was scaling. It was cool against his hot skin, though did little to soothe his aching muscles. Pulling back to continue upwards, the boy pause at the reflection staring back at him.
The features were the same as he remembered: well defined cheekbones, thin lips guiding his weary smile, long eyes lashes amid round eyes. A simple structure, a blank canvas painted por his feelings inside, making it difficult to hide his thoughts. But the eye, they were wrong. Blue, crystal, far from the deep emeralds that were his. The hair, pasted to his head with sweat, was white. An ivory contradict to the golden locks that belonged there. And the skin, usually a dark tan, was pale, unusually lacking color against the light azure of his sleeveless climbing suit, hemmed with a bright yellow.
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Twila-Civie style
I think you may find me a little hypocritical since I temporarily shortened my Ocs and then made this one. If you do, I'm sorry. Not an official Oc but a character from a different set of books I am personally writing. Just let me know if you like her and think she should be on the team or if you hate her and she should never be seen again. Thanks guys.



Name: Twila Bradley
Alias: Lunar
Occupation: Hero in training; high school student
Powers: “Negative” energy, lightning, the Leech, truth eyes, sword, combat
Age: 15
History: Twila was not born with her gifts. She was born the only child to her parents, both scholars of history and English. One day, there was a horrible earthquake and Twila's parents, who had been away, were killed. Twila was sent to live with her aunt in New York. Being of one of the wealthier residents, she lived in luxury. But Twila was not like the others at her school and works hard for herself. Her aunt's wealth is something Twila despises and she keeps to herself. Twila and her aunt fight constantly because of the two different lifestyles. One day,...
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Her face was too pale, her breaths were too quiet, too ragged. She was stiller than her partner had ever seen her. Even while she slept, the girl's aura buzzed with energy. But she was not sleeping. Alek had overheard Dr. Xian speaking to their leader. She was unconscious, in critical condition, at risk of slipping into an indefinite comma. Blood loss and internal hemorrhaging as a result if the beating she had taken.
Not sleeping.
The boy could barely make out the meager intakes of breathe, the nearly unnoticable rise and fall of her chest. The only sign to him that his partner was truly still alive was the steady beep..beep..beep of the coração monitor. So trapped in his trance of that metronome, Alek's eyes snapped open as a hand rested on his shoulder.
He risked a glance up at the older male standing beside him, but kept Aryess in his peripheral, as if her frail body would dissipate if he turned his back, like the barren mirage of a drowning man.
"It's been a long day, mate. Better go get some shut-eye."
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Opinion by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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The 24 year-old walked down the hallway of the hospital, he hated hospitals it made him feel like everyone knew that something was wrong with him. But who wouldn't blame him, he was made fun of as a kid, he didn't really have any friends in elementary school and was always the quiet kid that people would whisper and talk about. His ebony bangs fell in his face over his grey eyes as he looked at the rooms he passed in the hospital.
" Thanks you're a dear...."a sickly voice muttered
from the room he walked into, a nurse wearing a purple nursing suit smiled at him and walked out past him. The blue-eyed man noticed him and looked up, instead of with anger and hatred his eyes showed guilt and relief. " Bentley....I-I didn't know you'd be coming to visit...." a smile of happiness his lips made was something he hadn't seen him do in a while, " yeah...well i just thought I'd stop por because Tracie called and said you've been doing a lot better in therapy..." Bentley muttered. He smiled " she said that? ", Bentley nodded and walked over sitting in a nearby chair por his hospital bed. He sighed and looked at his son with guilt, " I'm sorry about all those years ago.....me...
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Opinion by Mclovin_69 posted over a year ago
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He laid there on the cama staring up at the ceiling, somehow thinking that staring at the white paint and patterns would give him the train of thought he was looking for. He blinked when he watched Aryess walk in out of the bathroom wearing a rosa, -de-rosa espaguete strap night vestido that ran just above her knees and let in a deep breath staring back up at the ceiling with his steeling grey eyes. The golden glow that the lights gave off suddenly flicked off into a blue moonlight glow from the open curtained windows. Aryess slipped into the cama seguinte to Bentley and turned to her side resting her head with her arm bent, she stared at the expression on his face as if he were lost and confused.
" B, what's up with you?" He turned over on his side looking over at her " You act as if you arent happy that I'm pregnant with our daughter," she muttered as grey met grey.
"I never said I wasn't happy," he said, blinking.
"Am i just a piece of material to you that you just banged up?" she muttered quiet and shaken. Suprise hit his grey eyes "Aryess of course not, you mean the world to me; why would you think that?" Bentley asked.
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Guide by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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Terror-Civies
Here's the updated bio for the team. I had to look it over and decide who stays and who goes. Sorry if you disagree. I just had too many.


Secret Identity: Unknown
Alias: Terror
Occupation: Hero
Powers: Shape-shifting, controls fears, can control minds, can take away/give fears, illusions, able to enter other minds when people sleep.
History: Terror was born in Mew Orleans, Louisiana. He was raised in an abusive family. His father, who was always drunk, would beat him. His mother had died giving him birth. Terror had two other siblings; Sylvia and Mat. Mat had been killed in a car accident. Sylvia had left soon after her mother had died and joined a crew of girl heroes. Terror, meanwhile, was beaten. His abusive father never left him alone and, when he was, Terror was chained like a dog. At age ten, Terror finally got angry at his father. His powers acted on emotion and Terror accidentally killed his father. Now wanted for murder, Terror went out to New York. He met up with his sister again, who was now calling herself Paura. She helped him gain control of his powers, and he started to call himself...
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Fan fiction by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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He walked down the hall to her bedroom, passing his own in his wanting to get to her. The door was open when he walked in, but the girl on the cama was not the one he was looking for. She looked up when he entered, an apologetic smile on her face.
“Is something wrong?!” he asked.
“No. Not exactly.”
“Where is she?”
“She's fine. She just had to get out for a bit.”
“Where is she?”
“California, I think.”
He blinked, the words catching him for the first time.
“Wait you mean she's not here at all?”
“That's right. She wanted to wait for you, but said she was getting too restless. She needed a break.”
“When was this?”
“Early this morning. She left you a note. Here.”
She handed him a folded piece of paper to him and he opened it. He recognized her handwriting but something felt wrong. Unable to place it, he read the note.
[i]Alek,
Sorry I can't be there right now. I wanted you to come with me, but couldn't stay anymore. Don't worry about me. I'll be back soon. I'm safe. I just needed to get back to old roots for a bit. Again, I'm sorry to leave without telling you, but...
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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The man tapped his foot against the floor of the elevator, begging the floor numbers to change quicker. 2...3...4... He swept the long ebony locks from his face, then combed his fingers through and they settled back in place over his steel, worry-filled eyes. His nerves jumped and fizzed with anxiety, fear.
"Angel has been admitted to the hospital," was all the text from Declan had said. "Gotham urgent Care Center. Room 613. 6th floor."
Bentley leapt from the elevator before the doors were fully open and trotted down the hall, noting the numbeers as he passed them. 608... 609... 610... Left turn. 611... 612... 613. A trio of people were gathered in the doorway. A nurse in sky blue, a doctor in bleach white, a captain in military green. A soldier? Bentley felt his coração throw itself against his ribcage, trying to break free of the panic building in his chest. The three turned as he approached, slowing his jog to a hesitant walk.
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Fan fiction by Blitz359 posted over a year ago
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Scotch patiently waited on the park bench in the dim lamplight for the others to appear. She looked down at her new watch and sighed. "Movie's starting soon. Where are they?"

5 minutos later, she rose from her cold assento and stretched her legs. Probably forgot. She started down the sidewalk when she heard her name being shouted behind her. Turning around, she saw Richi running toward her, his clothes slightly disheveled and slightly out of breath.

"Sorry, had to meet up with an old friend for a moment," he apologized. She gave a small smile to let him know it was alright. She peeked around Richi toward the empty darkness behind him.

"Where's Val?" Richi looked at her with his two golden eyes and shrugged. "Said she had something to do. Guess it'll just be the two of us then for movie night."

At this Scotch's feeling of nervousness increased por tenfold. "Just the two of us...." she muttered to herself. Richi put his arm around Scotch and began leading her in the opposite direction of the theater.
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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"Get your men back!" Blaze yelled as he trotted out the gateway of the abandoned maximum-security prison. The captain of the squad signaled the 50-or-so men of his betalian to retreat from the entrance. The heavily-armed soldiers positioned themselves behind the barricade of cars as the earth began to shake beneath their boots. A howl derived from Hell erupted from the dark, a first of anger and bloodlust. Blaze leapt onto the capuz, capa of an SUV just as the creature charged from the exit tunnel of the prison.
The monster could have been mistaken for a rhino, accept it was 11 feet long and shrouded in a casaco of scales the same shade as the sand beneath its clawed-feet. A horn as long as a grown man sprouted from its snout. Rage filled its glowing red eyes, devoid of any sanity. 
"Disparar (Fire)!" The captain ordered. The muzzles of 50 AK-47s emitted brass bullets with the power of lighting and the beat of a downpour. But in vain where the strikes as they ricocheted off the beast's armor. Angered por the nuisance, it released another below of fury. The giant pawed the sand and charged at the truck directly ahead of it. Dipping its head, the monster's tusk hook the car...
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a assento on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of perguntas written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. You and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in procurar of the answer to the pergunta I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her smile por the question. Then again, I must be imagining all [i]of this.
"No. Your father and Daemian have both moved on."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because, Aryess, I wanted to talk to you." My expression must betray the terror I feel. My brain reminding me none of this could possibly exist, my coração yearning me to get closer to my mother. She pats the cushion beside her, and my coração wins. I'm sitting beside her before I realize it. Her hand brushes away the stream of loss sliding down my cheeks. The contact of her skin against mine as she brushes...
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Opinion by BladeYJ posted over a year ago
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Boo~
I TOLD YOU I WOULD CONTINUE!

Part 1 ~ link


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"Would you like to cadastrar-se the shadows, to walk with me in the night, to feed upon humans and they're succulent blood, would you like to be a vampire?"
"..."
"I understand it is odd, and you don't know me, but make a decision."
"..."
"Yes or no? But know now, if you say yes my bullet will pierce your lung giving you a short amount of time to live, in which I will then transform you. So make your choice."

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Blade's eyes widened, for she realized she was taking a big leap..

Of faith.

She gave a quick nod, to the strange boy. Softness filled his eyes as he pressed the trigger of the gun and sent the bullet whizzing. It dividido, dividir through her lungs and she felt the air shut off from her throat as a scream whined out of her mouth. The vampire that had her in a grip incinerated into a pile of grey ash. Blade gave another silent whine, falling to her knees , and...
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Fan fiction by Blitz359 posted over a year ago
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Meh. Found on internet. Thought I should share.
So yeah, I'm not dead. Been really busy.

The phone rang for what seemed like the millionth time. Its ringtone sang out in the darkness of the room, and the phone clattered against the dusty wooden tabletop, mesa as it vibrated.
Hey, it's Richi. The phone sounded out as the call went to voicemail. I'm not available right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP.

"Rich!" the voice yelled as the message was recorded. "I know you can hear me! Where are you?! Why haven't you called back?! Please, the three of us are worried. Come back already. We're sorry."

Message recorded. You have 30 missed calls and 45 unopened texts.

A lone figure sat curled up in the corner on the far side of the room. Tears no longer streamed from his face, but he had run out of tears a long time ago. His once-golden blonde hair was now a dirty yellow, and scars were forming on his wrist from his... attempts. He wanted to tell someone, but who would listen? He needed to get away, but nowhere was far enough. He tried... that, but it never worked. What to do?
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed por the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy sofá sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied por two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The pergunta "Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced por "Why?" and mais urgently "How?". [i]I walk cautiously progressivo, para a frente and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were I lived as a young child, where my father taught me to ride a 2-wheeler in the driveway and my mother filled with the scent of baking chocolate with an forno full of brownies.
This house.
This início had burned, been consumed por angry red and laranja and yellow, greedily reducing little mais than mournful grey crumbs. I saw the feasting with my own eyes, watched it again and again in haunting nightmares.
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Opinion by BladeYJ posted over a year ago
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Cute~ <3
The girls giggled. It was a girls dia out. Blade, Willow, and Becca were talking of relationships and boys while enjoying some ice-cream. Becca smiled at Willow as she talked about Billy. The autumn leaf haired girl's eyes sparkled as she went on about the red haired speedster. Smiles lit up all the girls' faces as Willow finished her story.

All eyes fell on Blade. "Well? What's new with Terror?" Willow taunted. A light blush filled her cheeks.
"Yeah? Blade...!" Becca smirked.
The blonde's eyebrows furrowed at Becca as a hint of malicious fogo scorched in her eyes. "Oh, Becca, how about you enchant me and Wil here with some dainty morsels of information on you and Tyler."
"Uh..."
Willow watched as a smirk crept up on Blade's face, her red eyes burning. Wil's eyes looked to Becca who had blush on her cheeks.
"Come on, Bec!" Blade pried.
"Well, Ty.. is-"
The coal haired girl was cut off por a jingle of the parlor's door. Red, brown, and blue all looked to the door and saw a tall, blue eyed, dark haired boy stood. His gaze met Becca's and he smiled.
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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There was too much water. Surrounding her, soaking her. In her mouth, in her nose. Don't breath, don't breath. She tried not to follow the instinct to andorinha a breath, but somehow the liquid forced its way inside. Too much water filling her lungs.
Too much red. The water was painted in it. There was a certain glow coming from some artificial source, but also a swirl of a seperate contamination. Too tired, too much blood escaping from the slash in her leg. Aryess had failed the mission of keeping the barco safe. The bomb had exploded, blowing a hole in the hull. The water heater had barely protected her from the blast.
But now she was trapped in a watery grave. The iron door refused to give under her weak pounding fists.
Help, she begged anyone who could hear her plea as the last bubble escaped her lips. The remainder of her strength was spent on keeping her grip on the blue rose brooch she had taken from the bomber's cold, dead hands. The dark consumed her.
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Fan fiction by SilverWings13 posted over a year ago
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Billionaires, business men, women dressed in lovely dresses. Champagne glasses, sparkling lights, and of course, the treasures of the evening. The precious jewelry and glittering gems. They were the most expensive objects in the room, even mais than the yacht the auction was taking place on. And for that reason, the blonde and her partner had been assigned tonight's security detail. It also helped that their teammate's father owned the ship and was hosting the event.
Her stormy grey eyes rested on the glistening blue brooch. An aquamarine rose ready to become the prize of the lucky bidder tonight. While her eyes examined the treasure, her ears were perked, senses directed toward the chatting crowd gathered in the auditorium.
Anyone could be a thief, here to snatch away these beauties, the blue rose or the esmeralda borboleta in the seguinte case over. SilverWings trusted no one, not even her employer. Well, there was one person. And he now stepped up to her side now. His white hair swept to the side, the snowy locks matching his ivory, finely pressed suit.
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News by Robin_Love posted over a year ago
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I feel very sad....
To those who choose to read it:

As of now, though it may be temporary, Devin, Jon, Cat, Yuki, Mizore, Aroan, Teague, and Irra are no longer going to be used. Also, The Outsiders I am reconfiguring so if you see me post the bio thing, it is because of that. As for Prisoner of War and future articles....I am unsure as to how to go about. Seeing as a few Ocs have been removed, I may just start a new series. But fear not. Becca, Tara, Terror, and the others that are not the ones listed above are still in use. In answer to any questions, yes this is because people have left. No I will not reconsider at this time. I have had to shorten my Oc list anyway so...yeah. I would also prefer not to talk about it right now. Things are....hard for me. I'll be honest, I'm hurting like hell over them a) leaving and b) excluding me from several Rps. But this information is not be repeated. I may write something concerning Terror as my first artigo but right now, I will not post stories. Until I figure stuff out inside. I will still be here so not to worry. But....at this moment, please just let me hurt.
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