Declan stood in place, panting from the exertion. Feeling the adrenaline drain from his vein. The men remained unconscious and unmoving.
Though it had left him with a black eye and several bruises, Declan knew the fight had been too easy.
The floor beneath his feet shuddered slightly and shifted as the train made a turn, pulling Declan from his collective trance.
Every passenger was solemnly silent, even the baby. They gave him fearful looks. But another emotion glinted there. Accusation. He had beat these men. Declan realized it did not matter to them that the thugs had come after him with every intention of taking his life.
He looked out the window and saw that they were crossing under a bridge. A glittering baía splayed out beneath them and stretched out to the Atlantic. Gotham City was barreling toward them.
There were enough witnesses to stick this crime on him. The cops would arrest him, discover who he was, then lock him up for the rest of his life. Or execute him. Then he would never be able to find the girl that looked so much like someone he had lost so long ago.
Declan ran his sky blue eyes over the fear stricken passengers. They had all seen him and could clearly describe a young adult male, cocasian, slender with well-toned muscles, wavy blonde hair, clear, sky blue eyes, and serious anger management issues. Even if they couldn't see the scares and tatuagens beneath his jaqueta and jeans, they had enough info for the police to track him down just por image.
There was only one way out of this. The only way he had ever been taught. Disappear.
As soon as the train doors opened to the subway station in Gotham City, the invisible boy was gone.
Though it had left him with a black eye and several bruises, Declan knew the fight had been too easy.
The floor beneath his feet shuddered slightly and shifted as the train made a turn, pulling Declan from his collective trance.
Every passenger was solemnly silent, even the baby. They gave him fearful looks. But another emotion glinted there. Accusation. He had beat these men. Declan realized it did not matter to them that the thugs had come after him with every intention of taking his life.
He looked out the window and saw that they were crossing under a bridge. A glittering baía splayed out beneath them and stretched out to the Atlantic. Gotham City was barreling toward them.
There were enough witnesses to stick this crime on him. The cops would arrest him, discover who he was, then lock him up for the rest of his life. Or execute him. Then he would never be able to find the girl that looked so much like someone he had lost so long ago.
Declan ran his sky blue eyes over the fear stricken passengers. They had all seen him and could clearly describe a young adult male, cocasian, slender with well-toned muscles, wavy blonde hair, clear, sky blue eyes, and serious anger management issues. Even if they couldn't see the scares and tatuagens beneath his jaqueta and jeans, they had enough info for the police to track him down just por image.
There was only one way out of this. The only way he had ever been taught. Disappear.
As soon as the train doors opened to the subway station in Gotham City, the invisible boy was gone.
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-
dia 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.
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate por touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered por KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused por her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate por touching you), retractable angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered por KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused por her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.