((Idk what I'm doing, but I'm doing something and I'm going with it.))
"Run."
The word was a shotgun blast to a stained glass window that stood tall above the ceremonial hymnals sang below. It was as if the shards rained down and stuck into those holy notes pinning to them to ground like a crucifixion. But here not even God could save them. No power was strong enough to wipe away the blood, sweat, tears, and death that clung to them like the plague--festering and leaking with pain and suffering, hoping to be coddled da the affection of someone that would only be killed hours later. Nothing could mend their lives and give them happy ones. What was left of their flaming youth was now nothing but a drifting ember struggling to stay lit in a downpour of fear. This small speck of heat was the one thing that kept their blood pumping at the moment the command to run was given.
But in moments instance, as they ran, it was as if Prometheus took pity on their souls and gave them the gift of a raging inferno that shot through their veins and blazed the path beneath their feet. This small band of teens were pumping their arms, propelling themselves inoltrare, avanti and forcing themselves to sposta faster. There was four of them. They were all that made it out. They were the only four able to escape. And now these robotic dogs, eyes blazing red with LEDs, and metal hind legs pushing them faster, chased them. Their metallic jaws slammed down behind them, nearly catching one of the groupie's heels. The beasts' roared loudly, straining to lunge forward, but the group managed to stay ahead, well all but one.
The purple haired one of the group cried out, she was tore to the ground like an anchor is to the ocean floor. Her leg was twisted 360 degrees da the ferocious jaws of the animal. Her skin diviso, spalato open like tissue paper met with a rose bush. The bone cracked and popped as the metal teeth chomped away at her. Her arm was taken da one of the others and soon the three robots were busy tearing the girl to shreds.
"Anya!!" The other girl screamed, halting for a moment before being jerked back into the run da the boy leading.
"Rene, we can't save her!" he commanded, forcing her to sposta forward. The three were back on the path.
Rene managed to hold back her tears. Anya, a girl they had become acquainted with only minuti before their escape, seemed to be gentle, yet only served as a distraction--one that allowed them to live. The trio was running but their undernourished bodies was running low on sugar supply to keep them gassed up, and their adrenaline was fading...they had to find shelter--soon.
And soon enough, the three came upon the city. A giant metropolis with grand, shining giants that stood high baciare the sky. It was dilapidated, but its beauty shined through the rust and ash and crumbing environment. Before anyone could speak o ask, the boy that had lead them out of the prison held up a finger and pointed toward the open store that was linked to many others who hand collapsed on themselves.
--
Three managed to block the entrance and set up a well off shelter for the night. There was no doubt they'd end up being looked for. But tonight, they could rest. Well the best they could. Their leader had sat quiet on a giant block of cement that fell from the roof, while the other male had vomited at least five times in the past two hours at the haunting image of Anya's death. Rene, the only other named person, sat quietly in the dark. She knew escaping would mean they'd have to survive on their own, but there would be no più beds, no più warm showers, no more...anything. And here she was, surrounded da strangers.
"So what are both of your names?" she murmured, her voice empty in mourning of the one they lost.
The one who was leading detto in a hushed tone,"Dante.."
"Bentley..."
"I'm Rene..." answered.
For the rest of the night, they slept in shifts...well slept is pushing it. più of a drifting in and out of unsettling sobs. This marked the first giorno they were free. The first giorno out of prison.
And the first step into Hell.
"Run."
The word was a shotgun blast to a stained glass window that stood tall above the ceremonial hymnals sang below. It was as if the shards rained down and stuck into those holy notes pinning to them to ground like a crucifixion. But here not even God could save them. No power was strong enough to wipe away the blood, sweat, tears, and death that clung to them like the plague--festering and leaking with pain and suffering, hoping to be coddled da the affection of someone that would only be killed hours later. Nothing could mend their lives and give them happy ones. What was left of their flaming youth was now nothing but a drifting ember struggling to stay lit in a downpour of fear. This small speck of heat was the one thing that kept their blood pumping at the moment the command to run was given.
But in moments instance, as they ran, it was as if Prometheus took pity on their souls and gave them the gift of a raging inferno that shot through their veins and blazed the path beneath their feet. This small band of teens were pumping their arms, propelling themselves inoltrare, avanti and forcing themselves to sposta faster. There was four of them. They were all that made it out. They were the only four able to escape. And now these robotic dogs, eyes blazing red with LEDs, and metal hind legs pushing them faster, chased them. Their metallic jaws slammed down behind them, nearly catching one of the groupie's heels. The beasts' roared loudly, straining to lunge forward, but the group managed to stay ahead, well all but one.
The purple haired one of the group cried out, she was tore to the ground like an anchor is to the ocean floor. Her leg was twisted 360 degrees da the ferocious jaws of the animal. Her skin diviso, spalato open like tissue paper met with a rose bush. The bone cracked and popped as the metal teeth chomped away at her. Her arm was taken da one of the others and soon the three robots were busy tearing the girl to shreds.
"Anya!!" The other girl screamed, halting for a moment before being jerked back into the run da the boy leading.
"Rene, we can't save her!" he commanded, forcing her to sposta forward. The three were back on the path.
Rene managed to hold back her tears. Anya, a girl they had become acquainted with only minuti before their escape, seemed to be gentle, yet only served as a distraction--one that allowed them to live. The trio was running but their undernourished bodies was running low on sugar supply to keep them gassed up, and their adrenaline was fading...they had to find shelter--soon.
And soon enough, the three came upon the city. A giant metropolis with grand, shining giants that stood high baciare the sky. It was dilapidated, but its beauty shined through the rust and ash and crumbing environment. Before anyone could speak o ask, the boy that had lead them out of the prison held up a finger and pointed toward the open store that was linked to many others who hand collapsed on themselves.
--
Three managed to block the entrance and set up a well off shelter for the night. There was no doubt they'd end up being looked for. But tonight, they could rest. Well the best they could. Their leader had sat quiet on a giant block of cement that fell from the roof, while the other male had vomited at least five times in the past two hours at the haunting image of Anya's death. Rene, the only other named person, sat quietly in the dark. She knew escaping would mean they'd have to survive on their own, but there would be no più beds, no più warm showers, no more...anything. And here she was, surrounded da strangers.
"So what are both of your names?" she murmured, her voice empty in mourning of the one they lost.
The one who was leading detto in a hushed tone,"Dante.."
"Bentley..."
"I'm Rene..." answered.
For the rest of the night, they slept in shifts...well slept is pushing it. più of a drifting in and out of unsettling sobs. This marked the first giorno they were free. The first giorno out of prison.
And the first step into Hell.
Revenge started towards the Bat-Wing, but Batman turned and held up a hand.
"Clark, go. I'll be there in a minute." the Dark Knight said. Superman nodded and walked aboard' one hand on Kara's shoulder.
"You can't come." Batman stated plainly.
"Why not?!" Revenge demanded.
"Because you're pushing Clark's temper and Wonder Woman forbade te from ever visiting Themyscira after leading Wondergirl into a trap."
"Clark's temper?" Revenge asked incredulously.
"The girl likes te too much."
"Of course she likes me." Revenge smirked.
"Exactly, and you're having a bad influence on her. Clark wants te to stay here. I personally think she needs someone like te right now, but Clark says no and he is her cousin."
"Alright, I'll stay here with Alfred."
"Don't ask for too many sweets." Batman warned.
"Why would I ever do such a thing?" Revenge asked, mocking shock.
Batman smirked and boarded the Batwing.
"Yo Alfred!" Revenge called. "Cookies!"
"Clark, go. I'll be there in a minute." the Dark Knight said. Superman nodded and walked aboard' one hand on Kara's shoulder.
"You can't come." Batman stated plainly.
"Why not?!" Revenge demanded.
"Because you're pushing Clark's temper and Wonder Woman forbade te from ever visiting Themyscira after leading Wondergirl into a trap."
"Clark's temper?" Revenge asked incredulously.
"The girl likes te too much."
"Of course she likes me." Revenge smirked.
"Exactly, and you're having a bad influence on her. Clark wants te to stay here. I personally think she needs someone like te right now, but Clark says no and he is her cousin."
"Alright, I'll stay here with Alfred."
"Don't ask for too many sweets." Batman warned.
"Why would I ever do such a thing?" Revenge asked, mocking shock.
Batman smirked and boarded the Batwing.
"Yo Alfred!" Revenge called. "Cookies!"
Alias: Valac
Powers: -Flight (wings), telepathic
Skills Sword fighting, acrobatics, hacking…..ya know, the usual.
Past: Jaime, so far….hasn’t been captured da the school when he was born. Why? Because he was born with wings. At the age of 7, Jaime was captured and they took his wings. He despises the school and tries to burn it down every chance he gets. While, trying to burn it down, Jaime was knocked unconscious and regained his wings.
Other –Called princess because he’s lazy and won’t train.
-He whines. A lot.
-Keeps throwing cards, knives, etc. in his cappotto sleeves.
-Looks like Devin, acts somewhat like Fang.
-Picks on Lexi and Mel the most.
-Age is 16, Jaime stays in the 5 anno timeline. Normally he would be 11. So, he's in the YJ Invasion crew...Just, yeah. It's confusing.
I might, RP with him……I dunno.