He stumbled, falling to the ground. Dark energy pulsed all around. He pushed himself back up, ignoring the pain flowing through him. He'd been gone less than a dia and already was having issues. He fell again, this time staying down.
“Would you like some company?”
He rolled onto his back.
“Yeah.”
His scythe flashed white and then transformed. Her long blonde hair fell down past her knees, her cat like ears placed on the side of her head. She looked at him with her large red eyes. She was dressed all in black, the red accents drawing your eyes everywhere. She smiled at him.
“Hello master.”
“Hey Freya.”
“We've been traveling. Where are we?”
“Soria.”
“For the shield?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why have we stopped?”
“I need a rest.”
She nodded and came close to him. He smiled at her.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Master?”
“Not unless you can make the pain go away.”
“Where does it hurt?”
“All over. Mostly my back and wings.”
“Would you roll over?”
He groaned and she let out a laugh.
“How am I to help you if you won't let me?”
“Fine.”
He rolled over and she placed her hands on his back gently.
“May I remove your jacket?”
He groaned again but let her. She told him to open his wings and he did.
“Thank you Master.”
“Whatever.”
She smiled and her hands worked on his back and his wings. Dylan closed his eyes, relaxing.
“Why do you work so hard, Master? Aren't there others who can fix the shield?”
“No, Freya. All are too scared.”
“What about you?”
“I'm not scared. I'm petrified. If the Shadows get out, Earth will not survive.”
Freya leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“My Master is the bravest Shadow member there is!”
“Not the bravest, Freya.”
“Yes he is!”
Dylan shook his head.
“Whatever you say Freya.”
“Whatever I say?”
“...sure.”
He rolled over to look at her. She was looking at him and the hands that had been on his back now rested on his chest.
“Master...never replace me.”
Dylan blinked. He knew Freya inside and out. She was his weapon, his friend and he was her master. But he had never thought she would say that. Most weapons would have asked for their freedom. But Freya had obviously not chosen that.
“You don't want to be free, Freya?”
She shook her head, her blonde hair whipping around.
“No. I want to stay with Master Dylan. I want to protect Master Dylan. I never want Master Dylan to be hurt. I amor Master.”
She came close, resting her head on his. She looked into his eyes.
“Does Master amor Freya?”
Dylan looked at her, eyes wide. He knew for a weapon to amor it's Master meant undying loyalty to death. Not the kind of amor he felt for Phoebe. And it was rare for a weapon to say that.
“Freya, I do amor you. And I'm not going to replace you.”
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Freya feels happy. Does Freya have a family?”
“Freya, you'll always have a family with me.”
“Would you like some company?”
He rolled onto his back.
“Yeah.”
His scythe flashed white and then transformed. Her long blonde hair fell down past her knees, her cat like ears placed on the side of her head. She looked at him with her large red eyes. She was dressed all in black, the red accents drawing your eyes everywhere. She smiled at him.
“Hello master.”
“Hey Freya.”
“We've been traveling. Where are we?”
“Soria.”
“For the shield?”
“Yeah.”
“Then why have we stopped?”
“I need a rest.”
She nodded and came close to him. He smiled at her.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Master?”
“Not unless you can make the pain go away.”
“Where does it hurt?”
“All over. Mostly my back and wings.”
“Would you roll over?”
He groaned and she let out a laugh.
“How am I to help you if you won't let me?”
“Fine.”
He rolled over and she placed her hands on his back gently.
“May I remove your jacket?”
He groaned again but let her. She told him to open his wings and he did.
“Thank you Master.”
“Whatever.”
She smiled and her hands worked on his back and his wings. Dylan closed his eyes, relaxing.
“Why do you work so hard, Master? Aren't there others who can fix the shield?”
“No, Freya. All are too scared.”
“What about you?”
“I'm not scared. I'm petrified. If the Shadows get out, Earth will not survive.”
Freya leaned down and kissed his cheek.
“My Master is the bravest Shadow member there is!”
“Not the bravest, Freya.”
“Yes he is!”
Dylan shook his head.
“Whatever you say Freya.”
“Whatever I say?”
“...sure.”
He rolled over to look at her. She was looking at him and the hands that had been on his back now rested on his chest.
“Master...never replace me.”
Dylan blinked. He knew Freya inside and out. She was his weapon, his friend and he was her master. But he had never thought she would say that. Most weapons would have asked for their freedom. But Freya had obviously not chosen that.
“You don't want to be free, Freya?”
She shook her head, her blonde hair whipping around.
“No. I want to stay with Master Dylan. I want to protect Master Dylan. I never want Master Dylan to be hurt. I amor Master.”
She came close, resting her head on his. She looked into his eyes.
“Does Master amor Freya?”
Dylan looked at her, eyes wide. He knew for a weapon to amor it's Master meant undying loyalty to death. Not the kind of amor he felt for Phoebe. And it was rare for a weapon to say that.
“Freya, I do amor you. And I'm not going to replace you.”
She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Freya feels happy. Does Freya have a family?”
“Freya, you'll always have a family with me.”
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling seguinte to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their armas at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling seguinte to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their armas at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, beijar its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, beijar its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
Name: feto, samambaia Elizabeth Ameer.
Alias: Delirious.
Appearance: Pale. Blood red hair. Sapphire eyes. Scar that runs from her eyebrow to cheek. Golden Wings.
Civvies: Green hoodie, black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
'Stume: Picture.
Powers: Flight(wings)*You didn't see that coming, did ya?*Wink**.
Skills: Hunting. Extremely advanced senses.
Past: Escapee from the School, took shelter at a circus. Hid her wings from others, started accidentally killing everyone. Fled to Germany, hiding her wings for a year, came back to USA.
Notes:
~Fear of heights, despite her birdy-nature.
~Can make her wings blend into her skin, but only for a short period of time, due to it getting extremely uncomfortable.
~Finds interest in rain.
I just had to! And if you request, I will eliminar her...
EXTREME SPOILERS FOR DIVIDED WE FALL AHEAD!!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE anterior BOOK, DO NOT READ THIS PREVIEW!!!
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara said once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam said softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned progressivo, para a frente and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam said softly. "I'm glad we're friends Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty segundos before returning to her computer.
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara said once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam said softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned progressivo, para a frente and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam said softly. "I'm glad we're friends Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty segundos before returning to her computer.
Alias: Eden
Age: 10 yrs
Nicknames: Gen, Genny, Genny-la
Powers: Flight, Invulnerability, controls but cant become fogo and water.
Skills: rua fighting experience
Weapons: Two armas hidden in her camisa and pocket knife.
Bio:
Harley's not clone but sister, After Lex Found her DNA, it was given to CADMUS. where they tried to re clone her, after realizing their tries were in vain, they decided on simplicity, Give Harley a sister.
They successfully created the girl, calling her Genesis.
They released her and led her to Harley.
Notes:
-This is part of her bio
- Who she is will soon be revealed.
- hates super-homem and batman and Superboy
- Doesn't like Skylar nor Wolf, or Sy.
- really smart
Daily Episode
dia Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated por the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led por Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as said superhero or (b) you're positive no one will get harmed por the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
dia Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated por the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led por Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as said superhero or (b) you're positive no one will get harmed por the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.