Richi's vision blurred as he faded back into consciousness. The stone ground felt cold under his body, and as he picked himself up, his head began to throb with pain. Using a nearby mural to help himself into a standing position, he winced as a sharp pain suddenly came from his sides. Bars blocked him from leaving his apparent cell, and light shone through from the hallway. Richi felt blood trickle down from his cheek, and he saw that several bruises and cuts were all over his body. He felt his rib-cage and counted three broken, at least four fractured. "Wha-" he began to ask himself before his memory came flooding back to him. The injuries on his body combined with the shock of what had occurred earlier made his legs give out, and Richi slid against the mural as he slumped back into a sitting position. "Well, damn." He grimaced as he contemplated their possible fates, and cursed at himself for risking their lives for something that shouldn't have mattered to him. Despite his own current situation, Richi felt a wave of calmness wash over him, and he felt drowsy. His eyes slowly began to close, and he was then asleep.
Richi began to dream for the first time in days. He was standing in an open, wide grassy field with nothing around him for miles on end. Taking in his surroundings, he soon felt a familiar presence behind him, and a pair of arms gently wrapped around his neck for a hug. The girl comforted him, and Richi felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Her soft skin caressed his own, and she began to speak in a sweet voice.
"Wake up."
.....
"Wake up!"
.....
"WAKE UP!"
Groaning, Richi slowly opened his eyes and found an unexpected scene in front of him. Two teens, a boy and a girl, were standing over him with an expression of curiosity on their faces. Richi looked back with the same look and took note of their appearance. From the looks of it, they were also prisoners. They both sported ragged and torn clothing and dirt streaked across their body in numerous areas. The girl's soft eyes and dark red hair reminded him of an old childhood friend, as well as the boy's serious expression and dark black hair. "Who are you two?" Richi asked them. The two continued to stare at him, ignoring his question. Richi sighed, cursing at himself for his own predicament. From his back pocket, he pulled out an old mask which he's kept since he was 8. It was an old birthday present, and he had treasured it ever since. He heard a gasp from one of the teens, and as he looked up, Richi was essentially tackled por the girl. "What the-?" Richi exclaimed before the girl interrupted him.
"It IS you!" She shouted happily. The boy behind her simply grinned as the girl held him in a tight hug. "Who ARE you?" Richi asked again, now feeling slightly annoyed. The girl looked at him with an expression of confusion. "You... don't recognize us?" The boy spoke up before Richi could, no longer grinning, but still obviously elated. "It's been years, Jenna. It's not a surprise he doesn't recognize us." The girl nodded. "I guess that makes sense, Sean." Richi looked at both of them, surprised to hear the names of his old childhood friends. "You mean...." Jenna looked at him with an excited expression, and tightly hugged him again. "You do remember us." While Jenna embraced her old friend, Sean simply watched with a curious expression. "Richi..... What are you doing here?" Richi sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "It's a long story that's not worth explaining. To sum it all up, I'm being blackmailed, and I'm running an errand." Jenna looked at him with concern, and asked," Blackmailed? With what?" Richi looked at the pair before replying, his face slightly blushing from embarrassment. "....You two and your safety."
Jenna smiled at this and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." Richi gave a small smirk and picked himself off the ground, still groaning from the pain. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" Richi asked. Sean noticed his difficulty in moving, and expressed his concern. "Hey... Are you sure it's alright to be moving?" Richi looked at the black-haired teen and grinned. "Yeah. I'll be fine. My regenerative powers will speed up my healing." Slowly, he made his way to the cell bars and tested them. "Still tight. Age must've weakened them a bit at the very least." Before he could try anything, however, Jenna held Richi back. "Why don't we try together?" The three tackled the bars simultaneously, and after several slams, the bars gave away and the teens began to escape.
Richi took in his surroundings. He now noticed that he and his friends weren't the only ones in this dungeon. As he ran down the corridors, shouts came out from other cells, all pleading or threatening him to open their cell. He ignored the majority of them, but a bright color in the corner of eye caught his attention. Slowing down, he looked inside through the bars. A small girl about 6 or 7 years old was quietly sleeping on one of the cots in the cell, and like his friends, sported ragged and torn clothing. Her blonde hair looked like a dirty yellow with the grime and dirt. "Richi!" Jenna shouted. "Come on!" "Y-yeah. Coming." Richi shouted back. Richi ran to catch up with his friends, who had stopped for some unknown reason. "What's up?" he asked. Sean looked over at him. "Someone's fighting up ahead, and from the sound of it, it seems we're going to have our hands full in a minute."
Richi began to dream for the first time in days. He was standing in an open, wide grassy field with nothing around him for miles on end. Taking in his surroundings, he soon felt a familiar presence behind him, and a pair of arms gently wrapped around his neck for a hug. The girl comforted him, and Richi felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Her soft skin caressed his own, and she began to speak in a sweet voice.
"Wake up."
.....
"Wake up!"
.....
"WAKE UP!"
Groaning, Richi slowly opened his eyes and found an unexpected scene in front of him. Two teens, a boy and a girl, were standing over him with an expression of curiosity on their faces. Richi looked back with the same look and took note of their appearance. From the looks of it, they were also prisoners. They both sported ragged and torn clothing and dirt streaked across their body in numerous areas. The girl's soft eyes and dark red hair reminded him of an old childhood friend, as well as the boy's serious expression and dark black hair. "Who are you two?" Richi asked them. The two continued to stare at him, ignoring his question. Richi sighed, cursing at himself for his own predicament. From his back pocket, he pulled out an old mask which he's kept since he was 8. It was an old birthday present, and he had treasured it ever since. He heard a gasp from one of the teens, and as he looked up, Richi was essentially tackled por the girl. "What the-?" Richi exclaimed before the girl interrupted him.
"It IS you!" She shouted happily. The boy behind her simply grinned as the girl held him in a tight hug. "Who ARE you?" Richi asked again, now feeling slightly annoyed. The girl looked at him with an expression of confusion. "You... don't recognize us?" The boy spoke up before Richi could, no longer grinning, but still obviously elated. "It's been years, Jenna. It's not a surprise he doesn't recognize us." The girl nodded. "I guess that makes sense, Sean." Richi looked at both of them, surprised to hear the names of his old childhood friends. "You mean...." Jenna looked at him with an excited expression, and tightly hugged him again. "You do remember us." While Jenna embraced her old friend, Sean simply watched with a curious expression. "Richi..... What are you doing here?" Richi sighed and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "It's a long story that's not worth explaining. To sum it all up, I'm being blackmailed, and I'm running an errand." Jenna looked at him with concern, and asked," Blackmailed? With what?" Richi looked at the pair before replying, his face slightly blushing from embarrassment. "....You two and your safety."
Jenna smiled at this and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks." Richi gave a small smirk and picked himself off the ground, still groaning from the pain. "Let's get out of here, shall we?" Richi asked. Sean noticed his difficulty in moving, and expressed his concern. "Hey... Are you sure it's alright to be moving?" Richi looked at the black-haired teen and grinned. "Yeah. I'll be fine. My regenerative powers will speed up my healing." Slowly, he made his way to the cell bars and tested them. "Still tight. Age must've weakened them a bit at the very least." Before he could try anything, however, Jenna held Richi back. "Why don't we try together?" The three tackled the bars simultaneously, and after several slams, the bars gave away and the teens began to escape.
Richi took in his surroundings. He now noticed that he and his friends weren't the only ones in this dungeon. As he ran down the corridors, shouts came out from other cells, all pleading or threatening him to open their cell. He ignored the majority of them, but a bright color in the corner of eye caught his attention. Slowing down, he looked inside through the bars. A small girl about 6 or 7 years old was quietly sleeping on one of the cots in the cell, and like his friends, sported ragged and torn clothing. Her blonde hair looked like a dirty yellow with the grime and dirt. "Richi!" Jenna shouted. "Come on!" "Y-yeah. Coming." Richi shouted back. Richi ran to catch up with his friends, who had stopped for some unknown reason. "What's up?" he asked. Sean looked over at him. "Someone's fighting up ahead, and from the sound of it, it seems we're going to have our hands full in a minute."
Name: Alexandria "Alex" Douglas
Alias: Nudge
Age: 15
Powers/skills: -Flight (wings)
-Can attract metal to herself
-Superspeed (vampire form only)
-Supersenses
-field tactics
Past: Raised in the “School”. Escaped with other kids around the age of ten, she dividido, dividir from the flock, and went on her own, finding her way onto the team around the age of 14. Nudge became Evil and dividido, dividir the scene, never to be seen again. On her way to freedom, she captured once again. They wiped her memory, having some bits and pieces, she remembers every one. Just not what she did to everyone.
Theme: Everything burns, por Anatacia and Ben Moody
Other: Has a older (creepy) brother
-Vampire form is triggered por anger/rage
The Watchtower
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” super-homem asked.
“We’re not all here.” batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. batman spoke up.
“There’s a toupeira on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
June 4, 18:02 EST
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“Sorry I’m late!” Flash said, speeding into the room and sitting down at the table.
“As long as you’re here.” batman said. Everyone in the room was totally surprised.
“Well, we’re all here. What is it?” super-homem asked.
“We’re not all here.” batman said. “Not yet.”
The zeta tubes buzzed to life. “Recognized: Nightwing, B-01.”
Nightwing waked into the room and nodded at the Justice League members seriously.
“Grow up not like Bruce.” Wonder Woman muttered.
Nightwing took one of the empty seats at the table. batman spoke up.
“There’s a toupeira on the Team.”
“Again?!” Nightwing exclaimed.
“But this time, I’m confident who it is.”
The Justice League was startled. “Who?”
“Red Revenge.” batman said, pulling up a holo-computer of the Black Hero.
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.