"Crap! crap! Crap!" Mafia hissed as she pomba for cover under a truck. Bullets ricocheting from the metal. She laid on the ground taking deep breaths. She hated doing this sometimes. Then she made another run for it, red hair like a sail behind her. Suddenly a shot rang, louder than the ones before, and Mafia hit the floor with an 'oomph'. She groaned at the pain racing from her left shoulder down her arm. She pulled her hand back, covered in sticky red blood. "ugh..shot..again." Mafia sighed, and jumped back to her feet. And ran. Trying her best to get to a zeta tube in time before she became uncoordinated. She finally found one, hidden in an alley covered in metal. But if you had the eye for it, you'd spot it. Mafia concentrated and phased through the metal and into the zeta tube.
Mafia arrived, panting and making a beeline for the medical bay. "I hate getting shot." She whispered, she pulled off her shirt, and began to clean and dress her wound. Once she bandaged it, she pulled her camisa over her face, and laid there. And being as tired as she was, she fell asleep.
Who knew how long it was, she Mafia felt hands..on her breasts, she let out a blood curling shout, and swung her foot out, kicking whoever was there in the face with her heel. She heard uneven footsteps of trying to regain balance, a crash, and a clatter of medical equipment fall to the floor. She pulled a gun from shoe, and aimed, finally pulling off the camisa from her face.
Sitting on the floor, in a dazed state, was Twan. She scowled. Gunfire looked up at her, "What was that for?" Mafia snapped, "I didn't know it was you." Gunfire stood up, brushing himself off. Mafia jumped from the cot, and slung her camisa over her shoulder, the uninjured one.
Mafia walked out briskly as Gunfire followed, "But sweetie!" he wailed, grabbing her wrist.
Mafia was tired, weired out, felt slight molested (even though it was her boyfriend), and not in a good mood. In fact she had been in a bad mood since she tripped over lobo in the morning and garfield switched the salt and sugar, and she had a salty coffee.
So the moment she felt his hand on her wrist, she pulled back and backhanded him. And for good measure, kicked him in the chest.
She didn't bother for a reaction, she was not happy.
She stomped to an empty room that held nothing but a bed, and fell down onto it. She ignored the frenzied fists to her door, and fell asleep once more, without the worry that someone would walk in.
(i did this aleatório one shot while seeing Alex and Twan agruing about who's butt Mafia would be kicking seguinte if certain things were said. Gunfire said she was only kicking his butt, then Alex retorted that soon Mafia would be kicking Twan's too. So lols, i made this..hope you enjoyed.
Note: Mafia is very moody, mais so than usual, but its a snake thing. So maybe you understand, maybe its only me who noticed the snake behavior but eh..animal nerd over here.)
Mafia arrived, panting and making a beeline for the medical bay. "I hate getting shot." She whispered, she pulled off her shirt, and began to clean and dress her wound. Once she bandaged it, she pulled her camisa over her face, and laid there. And being as tired as she was, she fell asleep.
Who knew how long it was, she Mafia felt hands..on her breasts, she let out a blood curling shout, and swung her foot out, kicking whoever was there in the face with her heel. She heard uneven footsteps of trying to regain balance, a crash, and a clatter of medical equipment fall to the floor. She pulled a gun from shoe, and aimed, finally pulling off the camisa from her face.
Sitting on the floor, in a dazed state, was Twan. She scowled. Gunfire looked up at her, "What was that for?" Mafia snapped, "I didn't know it was you." Gunfire stood up, brushing himself off. Mafia jumped from the cot, and slung her camisa over her shoulder, the uninjured one.
Mafia walked out briskly as Gunfire followed, "But sweetie!" he wailed, grabbing her wrist.
Mafia was tired, weired out, felt slight molested (even though it was her boyfriend), and not in a good mood. In fact she had been in a bad mood since she tripped over lobo in the morning and garfield switched the salt and sugar, and she had a salty coffee.
So the moment she felt his hand on her wrist, she pulled back and backhanded him. And for good measure, kicked him in the chest.
She didn't bother for a reaction, she was not happy.
She stomped to an empty room that held nothing but a bed, and fell down onto it. She ignored the frenzied fists to her door, and fell asleep once more, without the worry that someone would walk in.
(i did this aleatório one shot while seeing Alex and Twan agruing about who's butt Mafia would be kicking seguinte if certain things were said. Gunfire said she was only kicking his butt, then Alex retorted that soon Mafia would be kicking Twan's too. So lols, i made this..hope you enjoyed.
Note: Mafia is very moody, mais so than usual, but its a snake thing. So maybe you understand, maybe its only me who noticed the snake behavior but eh..animal nerd over here.)
This charrie goes por the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, or his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization por tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing mais Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to composição literária them, so, patience.
And now it's time for the party to start! Later this week, 66DragonAnimations will be uploading a video celebrating the one ano anniversary of this vigilante! The link to the link is below. They've even re-designed it for the special anniversary!!!
And what will the link account be doing you ask? Why, we're re-publishing every single Red Revenge story ever! Go check it out, fã us, and enjoy this mês of the Black Hero.
Celebrations start December 1st and continue until the World Premiere of What Matters? on January 5th!
So please, enjoy this mês of festivities and DON'T LEAVE!!!! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!
