Proven part I
Silver Wings POV
The fogo raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, my room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos...
I woke with a start. Sitting up in my bed, covered in sweat, I became aware of the loud beeps of my alarm clock. I hit the snooze and took a deep, relieved breath. It was only a dream. Scratch that, a night mare.
I kicked off my covers and jumped out of bed. I hurriedly got dressed in my uniform and brushed my sun-bleached blonde hair. My manga comprida, manga longa blusa covered the worse of the bruises from the fight with Kobra's henchmen. They were near faded, having healed over the last two nights.
I pulled on my back pack, slipped on my sneakers, placed my dark sunglasses to hide my glinting eyes, and opened the bedroom door as softly as I could. The corridor was quiet, though I could hear the chuveiro running in the banheiro, casa de banho down the hall. Apparently I wasn't the only early riser.
Silent as the wind, I crept to the kitchen, snatched a pop-tart from the pantry, and made it to the zeta-tubes without incident. 'Recognized Silver Wings B13'. I winced as the computer announced my departure, its robotic voice bouncing off the cave walls.
The cool air of Gotham greeted me as I stepped out of the telephone booth. There were few people around at 6am, though there was plenty of traffic as they rushed to work.
I forced myself to keep calm as I strode through the streets, past the comprar windows advertising rosa, -de-rosa sweaters and wedding cakes, and munched on my breakfast. It seemed ages before I reached the shabby apartment complex that had been my início for the last three years.
"It's nice to finally have familiar surroundings for a change," I thought, gazing at the pealing green wallpaper. The scent of candles and dust filled my nose. An odd combination to associate with home.
Nervousness mixed with my excitement as I climbed the stairs. I wasn't sure why I felt so odd about going back to my apartment. I had spent only four days at Mt. Justice, and those hadn't even been a whole four days. Though I had already begun to think of it as my new home, and, I had to admit, the others had begun to grow one me. Despite the team's large size, they all seemed close, practically family. The word tugged at my gut.
I halted in front of my apartment, but froze with my keys in my hand. I couldn't explain the feeling I had. I was... terrified. I wasn't sure why, since I already knew what would greet me.
Perhaps that what frightened me so much, the sight of the empty apartment. No smell of coffee wafting through the rooms, no age-old country música playing on the radio. Those had been the first signs that had alerted me my brother was missing a week ago. Had it only been a week? It felt mais like years since that panic filled morning.
I forced my hand to turn the key, repeating to myself that everything would be as expected. I was not ready for the strong hand that covered my mouth, or the death grip around my wrist that pulled me inside.
Silver Wings POV
The fogo raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, my room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos...
I woke with a start. Sitting up in my bed, covered in sweat, I became aware of the loud beeps of my alarm clock. I hit the snooze and took a deep, relieved breath. It was only a dream. Scratch that, a night mare.
I kicked off my covers and jumped out of bed. I hurriedly got dressed in my uniform and brushed my sun-bleached blonde hair. My manga comprida, manga longa blusa covered the worse of the bruises from the fight with Kobra's henchmen. They were near faded, having healed over the last two nights.
I pulled on my back pack, slipped on my sneakers, placed my dark sunglasses to hide my glinting eyes, and opened the bedroom door as softly as I could. The corridor was quiet, though I could hear the chuveiro running in the banheiro, casa de banho down the hall. Apparently I wasn't the only early riser.
Silent as the wind, I crept to the kitchen, snatched a pop-tart from the pantry, and made it to the zeta-tubes without incident. 'Recognized Silver Wings B13'. I winced as the computer announced my departure, its robotic voice bouncing off the cave walls.
The cool air of Gotham greeted me as I stepped out of the telephone booth. There were few people around at 6am, though there was plenty of traffic as they rushed to work.
I forced myself to keep calm as I strode through the streets, past the comprar windows advertising rosa, -de-rosa sweaters and wedding cakes, and munched on my breakfast. It seemed ages before I reached the shabby apartment complex that had been my início for the last three years.
"It's nice to finally have familiar surroundings for a change," I thought, gazing at the pealing green wallpaper. The scent of candles and dust filled my nose. An odd combination to associate with home.
Nervousness mixed with my excitement as I climbed the stairs. I wasn't sure why I felt so odd about going back to my apartment. I had spent only four days at Mt. Justice, and those hadn't even been a whole four days. Though I had already begun to think of it as my new home, and, I had to admit, the others had begun to grow one me. Despite the team's large size, they all seemed close, practically family. The word tugged at my gut.
I halted in front of my apartment, but froze with my keys in my hand. I couldn't explain the feeling I had. I was... terrified. I wasn't sure why, since I already knew what would greet me.
Perhaps that what frightened me so much, the sight of the empty apartment. No smell of coffee wafting through the rooms, no age-old country música playing on the radio. Those had been the first signs that had alerted me my brother was missing a week ago. Had it only been a week? It felt mais like years since that panic filled morning.
I forced my hand to turn the key, repeating to myself that everything would be as expected. I was not ready for the strong hand that covered my mouth, or the death grip around my wrist that pulled me inside.
Name: ???
Alias: Little Red
Age: looks about 15 or 16
Appearance: long, wavy blonde hair, light blue eyes, short-ish, skinny, has small fangs, white/yellow ears, small color tail
Costume: white, black and red skirt, black belt, loose white button up blouse,white tights, red flats, red capuz, capa and torn cape
Civies: red hoodie, white jean shorts, goes barefoot, sometimes wears a red or black hat, red glasses
Weapons: uses armas and a large sword, if no weapons simply uses natural instincts
Info/Personality: she's a freelancer, a little quiet, but serious a lot of the time, cares strongly for Kaylee and Russel, loves quarelling with Fin, is part wolf
Secret ID: Benjamin Tricks ( Ben for short)
Age: 14
Personality: Ben is easily annoyed por his sister Bella, he often picks a fight with her of gets easily annoyed por her comments. He is very friendly and caring at times especially if his sister gets herself into trouble.
Appearance: Red hair and gold eyes, but in public brown hair and green eyes.
Powers/Skills: he can fly like his sister but it is red why he flies, the sound of burning coal is heard when he takes off.
Relations: older brother to Bellatrix
Civvies: stripped red sweater and jeans with converse.
Other: he is very stubborn at times.
Predictor put his hands to his head them back on his lap again"White-water village", William sat back in his assento took a breath "what will there powers be?". "The first triplet, Katia will have wings as black as night and can fly as fast as the wind. The segundo triplet, shanelle with be the most powerful sorceress in the world and the last triplet Eclipse has the key points for the weapon-x project