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posted by BladeYJ
((Just to fill in 'cos it's been awhile since I posted. blade got stabbed in the arm with some needle thing with weird serum in it and blacked out.. now VOILA!))

There was always three of us.
Then there was a gunshot.
Suddenly, there was only two.
Who knew a single bullet could tear apart a family.
Who knew I could tear apart a family.


~

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe, at all. I tried to to suck in a breath but no air came. My lungs refused to work. Why couldn't I breathe? It was completely black, I couldn't pry my eyes open. Where was I? There was no water, no air, no nothing. It was like I was in a vacuum. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. A rush of heat consumed me, shook me, burned me. The last bit of air I had stored up, left me.
I was suffocating.

~

One eye snapped open as a surge of fresh air entered my lungs. I gasped and sat up, resulting a fiery pain to ripple through through my body; the sources coming from my neck and thigh. As I laid back down, there was an overwhelming sense of strangeness- like I was being watched. I slowly made out the figure of a woman. "Hey, sleepy head." Her voice smooth and seductive, like velvet concealing something scandalous, while foreign hands gently took my shoulders and lifted me up into a sitting position. "You've been out for quite awhile, hon'."

I tried to respond, to make a noise, to acknowledge her presence, but my mouth refused to open. I couldn't see well either, everything was blurry, but I could tell I was somewhere that had to do with medical procedures. A hospital perhaps? The place cheirado, cheirava, smelt like blood, pain, and death attempting to be masked with too much disinfectant. The walls around me, or what I could make out of them, were enclosed and making the room feel small; the only light fonte was two dim light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Wherever I was, hospital or not, it wasn't safe.

I felt the woman's hands raise both my arms then run across my neck, collarbone, shoulders, shift down my sides, around my waist, and across my thighs. Every time her fingertips touched a certain part of my body the pain would cause me to flinch, but she didn't seem to notice- or care. "Everything seems to be working, stiff, but working. You've been out for a few days, so I'm surprised you're even able to support yourself."

A few days!? What the hell!? A soft finger touched my chin and tilted it up, there was a blinding light in my right eye. It felt too bright, like a raio, ray of light as bright as the sun was boring into my skull. That light lasted about three segundos in my right eye- nothing appeared in my left. Why couldn't I see out of my left eye? Was I blind?
"So what's your name, girly?"
"Mmmm?" Was all I could manage, my mouth parted slightly, but I still couldn't say the words.
"Your name?" When no response came she gave an "Oh!" and I heard her footsteps disappear only to return shortly.

There was a sharp pain in my wrist, a cool liquid, and almost instantly my jaw slackened allowing in a much needed breath. My eyesight cleared, and the woman came into view- I almost wish she hadn't. Her hair was extremely long and the color of the forest leaves, reflecting her dark spring eyes. She seemed to adorn a nurse's outfit that was, too, tight and, too, short. Midnight black stockings came up to the mid of her thigh and I could see the garter cinto, correia straps that attached to the hem. The frilly, pungent, scent she gave off was intoxicating- in all the wrong ways.

Her voice was impatient as she tapped her clipboard with her pen and asked a third time,"Name...!?" Right. My name. My mouth opened to speak it, but wait. What was my name. On segundo thought, where the hell was I, and why the hell was there some sleaze of a nurse feeling me up and asking for my name?
"Ma'am?" Was all I could manage out as my body stiffened from shock.
"Name. What is your name...?"
"Oh. I-I don't know..."
"What?" She took the bridge of her nose between her fingers as she hissed,"No wonder Damian picked an idiot like you...so easy...and weak."
"Damian?" Who was he? Who was she? Who the hell was I!?!
"You know what... just head upstairs... he's in his quarters." She hauled me from, now that I realized it, the cot I was laying on and pushed me toward a door.
"Ma'am?"
"What!?"
"Where am I?"
"The basement, dear, Damian sends all his 'patients' to me after he's done playing with them... Now off you go." She shoved me out into the dark hallway and slammed the door shut. I was alone, to fend for myself, in this unknown place.

~

After half an hora of finding ground-level, and roaming the giant mansion with a hurt leg, my hands touched the cool knob of a dark door that had carvings of demons and monsters on the frame. I assumed it was Damian's- whoever he was -bedroom. Slowly, I turned it and stepped into the dark room. It was that scent, that intense scent, what was that? blood? Why was it so prominent. It consumed me, enveloped por senses, and made my mouth water. To hold back the engulfing smell, I bit into my lip but instantly released it as a sharp pain spiked through my bottom lip. I looked around the shadow consumed room for a mirror but none came into focus out of all the haunting silhouettes.

"Still getting used to them?" A voice called somewhere deep within the darkness and I stumbled back. My mouth parted to reply but it cut me off again,"Listen, don't be afraid..I know you're confused."
"Wh-who are you?" My mouth was dry, so dry. It was hard to talk.
"Who I am is not important, what's important is who you are? Do you know who you are...what you are?"
"N-No..." I wasn't going to lie, there was no point. I was trapped anyway, maybe being honest was the key to my freedom.
"Well have a looksy..." A mirror skid to my feet and stopped as it hit my toes. Cautiously, I picked it up and looked at the deep, bleeding, marks on lip. My earlier pergunta was answered as I found out why I couldn't see out of my left eye. It was gone; I was so in shock I didn't even react- it was hard to process that I was going to be scarred for the rest of my life. The seguinte thing I caught sight of was my... fangs?

"Beautiful aren't they..."
"What am I?"
"Isn't it obvious? You're a vampire, my dear...well half."
I didn't respond, I bolted for the door. I had to get out of there. This place was crazy, I was dreaming- I had to be dreaming. Something cold and harsh gripped my shoulder and pulled me back. My head was spinning, the dark disappeared with a flash of a light that blinded me for a few mere moments. I heard the word "sit" and was pushed into a chair.
"Now.. I can answer all your perguntas if you would just sit still." The holder of the voice came into view, his dark hair framing his face and contrasting his snowy skin. A white button-up camisa adorned his chest, while he wore black calças, calças compridas and dress shoes. He flashed me a vibrant smile and gave me the most menacing glare with dark red eyes. And no matter how much I wanted to leave, my only option was to sit and find out the truth.
"Okay.." I swallowed down the fear and went on,"Who am I?" Was I on drugs?
"Your name?"
"Yes, please."
"Discord."
Who names their child "Discord"?My eye fluttered shut as I took in the word- the label -it was a nightmare, I was dead. This was Hell. I was going to burn for eternity, never feel fresh air in my lungs again, never going to feel the cool touch of water or another human being. I was alone, defenseless, and scared.

Finally, I gained my composure and pressed on,"Where is my eye?" As if the pergunta startled him, his expression changed from threatening to something much mais sincere, caring- empathetic.
"I can tell you who did it, Discord. They're also partly responsible for your pearly fangs."
Someone did this to me? "Who?" I growled, anger boiling up in the pit of my stomach.
"It wasn't just one person. It was mais than one-I'll say about four or five. This group of people tore you from your apartment and, like some sort of twisted game, pinned you down and pulled that pretty little eye from its socket. They took your body, slit the artery in your thigh and left you to rot in a forest- I presumed they thought you were dead por the time they wounded your leg."
"What!?" A sick bile rose in my throat; I couldn't believe what he was saying! Someone wanted me to die? What did I do? I didn't even remember my name, mais or less causing someone to hate me enough to rip my eye out,"Why'd they do it?" Emotions of anger, sadness, and pain slipped through the cracks of my shattered words.
"Revenge? Fun? Who knows... those people are evil. Why they'd do it to someone like you is beyond on my comprehension." At this point, he was holding my trembling hands. It felt like his grasp was the only thing keeping me in tune with reality- stopping me, and my mind, from slipping away into the claws of insanity.

Painfully, I forced myself to continue talking,"And the fangs?"
His grip on my hands tightened at the slightest and I couldn't tell if it was comforting or threatening,"Your fangs? Yes....your fangs. I happened to be walking through those woods around the time you got dumped like a worthless vessel. And though I usually don't save people, I couldn't stand to let that virgin blood go to waste. As I approached you're limp body, I noticed, you were still alive. You're remaining eye was glazing over and you were close to death. I could smell it. I sat there thinking over if I should convert you into a fledgling- since virgins are the only one's who can be transformed. I-"
I interrupted him and watched as his expression flicker to something irritated, but he quickly corrected the slip-up. Why was upset? He just addressed something personal. Very personal"How did you know I was a virgin."
"I could tell... the scent you gave off screamed at my senses, and I couldn't resist that perfect throat you possessed. It was gorgeous, and when I dug my fangs into your supple flesh, the sensation was like ecstasy."
I didn't know if I should've been flattered or creeped out- he was the one who saved my life. This guy, man, thing, had just appeared out of nowhere; I had no idea if I could trust him. For all I knew he was just waiting to dine on me. "Why can't I remember anything..."
"Uhm....It had to do with that little wiccan, one of the people that was participating in your slaughter. She possesses magic; I'm guessing she cleared your memory just in case you survived- in this case...you did. I'm terribly sorry, but I can fill you in on all the details as long as you agree to something."
"What?"
"It's mais to the benefit of you, I'm just going to help because I believe it's right," He pulled a folder out of no where and handed it to me. As I opened it and flipped through the pages, he continued,"That file is about the four people that attacked you. It contains pictures of them and just a short descrição I put together on my own knowledge."

I brushed my fingers over a picture of a girl with dark onyx hair. The fotografia seemed to be snapped without her consent, for she was walking, head low, looking to the left only a tad, as if she didn't want to be seen. I figured she was eighteen, nineteen at the most. Her fair skin complemented her vibrant eyes. In all, she was beautiful; I could see how she could get away with murder because I'd never suspect her. The short paragraph stated her name: Becca Stevenson, she was a sorceress, and that she'd be a tough opponent.

I looked to the seguinte picture, it was another girl. She was smiling at someone out of the photo, her hair was a mix between brown and black- almost a dark chocolate- and she had greenest eyes I'd ever seen. Her name was Phoebe Rouge, she could morph her body to be adamantium plated- making her nearly invincible. It also stated she was a lot older than she appeared but gave no age.

My eye fell upon a fotografia of a male; he had a capuz, capa drawn concealing all but the lower half of his face. This was Declan Conners? The picture wasn't even a full profile, just the bottom half. After I gave up on the image, I moved to the description. Declan was highly dangerous, trained to kill, and fluent in various languages. It stated he had to be seen first because if not death was inevitable.

Lastly, my fingers ran over the ripped edge of a picture, it was a boy, blonde hair, deep blue eyes, expressionless face,"What happened to this one?" I muttered, examining the torn photo, it was ripped, its other half missing.
"Oh...? That's... Terror. I found the picture ripped in half near your body. I never found the other half, I think it was him and another person, girlfriend maybe." There was a sense of agitation in his expression and words, so I decided not to push it. Quickly, averted my eye to read about him. It read that this male was evil, dark, and tortured his victim's for fun. He'd take advantage of helpless human girls. The one thing that stood out the most was the fact that he was a demon. He was strong, almost incapable of being killed. Kill or be killed."

Shaking my head, I shut the folder and looked back to him,"So what am I suppose to do, I can't possibly go up against four specially trained fighters."
"That's where you're wrong, Discord, I have plans for you."
"What kind of plans...?"
He took my hand and pulled me out the seat,"Follow me and you'll find out."

~

((Also, I did not go over spelling or grammar mistakes, I wanted to finish this because I've been working on it for like three weeks.. -.- So sorry.))
posted by BloodyMascara_
 Harmonian
Harmonian
Harmonian.








Name: Ciel Norrian.

Alias: Harmonian.

Appearance: 6'0 tall, purple eyes, white hair.

Gender: Male.

Civies: Usually a white t-shirt and jeans will due, an occational jaqueta aswell.

Hero-Suit: Blue tailcoat, a top-hat and black jeans.

Weapons: He carries around a spoon. And a pocket faca he carries around in civies. And a (A spoon XP) And with his power, (see powers) can make a weapon.

Skills: Fair cantar voice, extreemly agile.

Powers: When he sings a special chorus, he can create or repair items such as..... a colar made of pearls, he sings "Build it up with silver and pearl, silver...
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Time line: Some point in the past... Figure it out yet?

"Daniel!" Marquez growled. "You li'l cheat! Why do you always gotta steal my thunder."
Jaguar's cacau dark skin paled as he realized his mistake. "I- I didn't know- I didn't realize you- I mean, how could-"
"How'd you find this out?" Will asked, saving the speedster from his frantic stuttering.
"I was coming back from reconnaissance," Jaguar said, "and I heard Spence and Jessie talking about it with the other superiors and Sam in his office-"
"Hold up a sec," Will said, holding up a hand. "You were spying on the superiors? Outside Sam's office?"...
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posted by Veil_YJ
 Veil
Veil
Name: Nevara Legna
Alias: Veil
Occupation: dark angel, hero
Powers: can create fog, expert swordsman, expert hand-to-hand combatant, flight (wings), minor shape changing (making her wings disappear, eye color shifting, can appear between the ages of 17-20)
History: Not much is known about this Dark Angel. She was born in 1330. Killed in 1347. How she was killed, she will not reveal. She will also not reveal how she became an angel of darkness. Around when the Justice Society was created was when Nevara became a hero. She took care of mystical disturbances from hell (literally) and small things...
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posted by Shade_YJ
Name: Shade

Occupation: Hero

Secret ID: Gwen Thermopiles

Age: 14

Appearance: Brown hair, gold eyes, tall and willowy.

Powers: Can make her self invisible and can make very strong force fields.

Hero costume: Black and silver unitard, silver utility belt, black gloves that can hold a holographic computer, and black boots.

Civvies: Blue shirt, purple jacket, quarter pant blue jeans and Nike basquetebol, basquete shoes.

Personality: Bold, Strong and can sometimes be a bit shifty.

Past: Past is unknown.
posted by CaseyYJ
Name: Casey Reynolds

Hero Name: None

Powers: Levitation

Appearance: Green hair, green eyes, 5' 8", thin, small tattoo on left shoulder

Personality: Friendly, hard-working, mais of a leader than a follower, focused, loves to smile

Hero Outfit: Black tank topo, início and black skinny pants, silver utility belt, white gloves

Civvies: dark green turtleneck, jean shorts

History: Was a secret agent for SHEILD and quit, then she started to become mais of a "nighttime" vigilante. One night she bumped with Superman, who was impressed with what she could do and convinced batman to let her in on the team. She has no...
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posted by Red_HoodYJ
**based slightly off the Batman: Under the Red capuz, capa movie**
“There. Stop the footage” Dick said. It showed a person, presumably a male, in a biker’s outfit with a red capacete on, waving, like they knew they were being filmed.
“Do you think it’s him?” Tim asked
“It can’t be. He’s dead. I know that for sure this time” Bruce said. The Bat-Clan was huddled in the Bat-Cave trying to identify the person who had been interfering with their missions for the last little while. An alarm went off.
“Proximity alert! Someone’s getting into the Cave!” Barbara exclaimed, pulling her...
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posted by Skittles98
A/N there's a better authors note at the end
I woke up and dragged myself out of bed. I slipped my slippers on and opened my door. Wolverine, Jean Grey, Cyclops and Beast were standing there. I slammed the door closed and moved against it. Shit! How on Earth did they find me?! Wolverine’s claws stuck through the door on either side of my head. I ran from the door and pulled out a tranquillizer gun, arming it. Wolverine burst through the door and I shot him ten times in the chest. He blacked out.
“Sorry, old friend” I said. The gun was taken telekinetically from my grip. I stood ready....
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posted by GambetteYJ
These rules were made and approved por Kaldur Ahum and Batman. I am dead serious with these, no mattter how illegitement they may seem.

1) No hacking. Anything. (Robin)

2) No Parties with mais than five people from outside the team/League (Wally)

3) No batman video games (Wally, Robin, Gambette)

4) No making anymore "Gambette's banana Flambe"

5) If you break rule four, you can clean the banana off the ceiling this time.

6) No mais "Show and Tell" time (Wally)

7) No mais demanding Wally taste your comida before you eat it to make sure it isn't poisoned.

8) No coffee for Wally, Robin or Gambette. EDIT:...
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((This is super late, sorry <3 Also, sorry-not-sorry, Blade is an idiot))

"I'm bored..."
"Shush...."
"Uhg... I hate this."
"Shhhhh!"
"I don't like you."
"Shut up!"
There was sudden silence.
Then a sigh of relief.
"Your hair smells nice..."
"Plea-"
"So does your blood.."
"Dis-"
"Can I bite you?"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up!"
"I really don't like you..."

Two girls were posted up in a small enclosed closet. The team decided to go out on a mission; and like any third grade field trip, everyone got a partner. Rene went to gather her equipment and por the time she returned a very specific vampire was lounging on the...
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added by Robin_Love
Source: (C) to owners
posted by khanna266
"*cough*"Ari had been coughing all morning and Dick had just checked her temperature,"100.1 yep you have a fever,"Dick had told her,she grabbed him buy the camisa and leaned him near her and said,"put me out of my misery and shoot me,"he smirked,"but that would take all the fun out of it"he said sarcastically,she gave him a wierd look,"What's so fun about a very painful fever!"she said in anger,"relax relax I was just joking"he said then he left her room and went down stairs to get some medicine then he came back up and gave her the medicine,"Here this ought to help some" he said to her,and...
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posted by SilverWings13
This became a lot darker then I meant it to.. Which should just be my lema for my writing. Also meant to finish and post this two days ago. All well. BTW, if you don't immediately recognize the name, "Whisper," this will make so much mais sense to you if you read these quick one-shots first:
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Thank you, and enjoy!


Setting: Hudson River. Gotham City. 12:36 EST. March 3, 2014.
19 years to the dia of the birth of the late Maevis de Vent, a.k.a. Whisper

The beam if the flashlight guided Aleksander down slope of loose rocks and damp soil. When he finally made it to the bank if the river,...
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posted by SilverWings13
Her hands were wrapped around the coffee mug, staring into contents of the cup. Through out the telling of her story, Ivara's voice had remained steady, as if she were reciting the history of someone else's life, someone else's tragedy.
Everyday, at 3 pm, Nic sat outside Gotham Elementary School to pick up his ward, Jace Matthews. And everyday he had seen this girl, a brunette with streaks of color in her hair that alternated with the days, walk out of the school, alone, toward the road.
When Nic had asked Jace about the girl, he had reported that she was a transfer student from Hong Kong....
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added by Kurls_Basd
Source: i.imgur.com/apwSB.jpg
posted by Robin_Love
Okay. So this was a challenge I took up. Please don't be offended por anything. I'm composição literária from how I feel the characters would react. And this never really happens. Consider it like an AU. Also, I apologize for the weird ending. I've never done this particular scene before. Enjoy!



She honestly had no idea how this had happened. She had quietly been sitting on the couch, minding her own business, when one of her teammates (she honestly didn't care who it had been) suggested they play a game. Out of no where, a horde of people seemingly materialized, and she knew that three she saw weren't even...
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posted by Robin_Love
Sorry this is sooooooooooooo very late!!!! And sorry it's short!!! But I can't reveal too much yet. Not the time for such things~



His fingers held the game piece in hand as he examined the board. The opponent across from him waited patiently for the mover to be made. He examined his thoughtful friend. The dark hair that lay across his forehead and fell into his eyes was unruly and, as always, unkempt. But it had a certain air of style that worked with everything and anything the young man wore. His flashing amethyst eyes were at the moment clouded over with thought and indecision. The tan skin...
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posted by killer24
 Just Chilling
Just Chilling
Name: Ajax 'Spider' Knight
Age: 17
Height: 5'9
Hair: black
Eyes: black
Nationality: British
Father: Spider-Man
Mother: Sally knight
Affiliations: Young Justice; MI7

Powers: re-grow limbs; stick/climb walls; inhuman: strength, agility, reactions
Skills: spying; working undercover; disguising himself; most forms of hand to hand combat; multilingual (can speak English of course, Russian, German, French, Spanish and more).

Relationship status: "is this really necessary?".

Enemies: "I have many enemies".

Likes: pizza, Beer, Flying, Beating bad guys up, Cars, bikes, planes anything mechanical.

Dislikes:...
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added by SilverWings13
added by SilverWings13
Source: liveportrait (KFf gave me the idea)
posted by XxKFforeverXx
The boy winced in pain as he was drug por his camisa por Nicolette, and a fistful of hair held por Kori. Kori seemed to march her way through the watchtower, eyes glued progressivo, para a frente as she was silent. Nicolette scurried along, her ears tucked low as she waved at people. "Where are we even going?" The boy only stumbled along, taking in the sights around him. He got no answer, but was only pushed along more, this time mais ruggedly. Fang stopped mid-sentence when Kori and NIcolette entered the room, his eyes moving from one of his children to the other. "Who is this, and why does my daughter look like...
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