One-shot anteprima pics

Rene sat on the edge of the buildings’ roof, looking down and the people below. In her hands, she held a white wire cappotto hanger. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the hook part, causing the whole hanger to glow a light yellow. The red head sighed as she let go of it, returning the hanger to its natural form. Rene stood up, walked off the building, landing on her feet at the bottom without a broken bone; and walked away.

As she came down a small alley way, a shadow passed over her. Quickly, she turned; but saw nothing but the brick wall. Shrugging, she turned and continued walking. Moments...

Ari had just left college when all of a sudden,"nice tatt"a voice said"i know that voice"she whispered
"i'm baaack"he detto she turned around to see...
minion.she was Frozen with fear,"thats impossible y
y-you were frozen"she mumbled,"well surprise..surprise i got out with the help of joker he found me Frozen da that albero we had our last fight"
he explained then teleported right over to her,and grabbed her covering her mouth with his right hand and teleported them to the same spot where they had their last fight."what do te want with me?"ari asked with anger,"I simply just want to talk"he replied,"About...

Mafia sat on the tavolo at mount justice. No one had been there in ages, and she was unsure how this tavolo survived, let alone manages to hold her weight. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. She had only been a few times, and the last time she was, she met Atticus. Her mind mind wandered. Atticus. He was nice, and treated her well. And she respected him, and he thought her powers were... cool. No one had ever thought so before. And she had scared him with the snake thing. She personally thought it was cute.
Mafia looked at where the sofa should have been when she sat successivo to him. She...

Name: Arson
Alias: Hatter
Occupation: Hero..
Powers: He has the telepathic ability to make people believe they are insane o to do anything he wants them to; expert with blades and weapons; plays on people's fear; flexibility
History: Arson is the son of Blade and Terror. He was raised with both parents, but with his father's ability to know fear. While Arson can not display someone's fear, he can make them go crazy in a world he creates in their minds. Arson was trained to fight and orso weapons. He was taught never to fear the dark but befriend it. While he understands the world humans live in,...

OOC: this will be a short part, and afther this there will be one più small part in this teme.

Twan sat in his room cleaning his gun as his celphone rang, he awserd it and heard a slitly panict voice on the other end.
Twan ?
Yes it is me Babs, somting wrong? Your voice soundes worryd.
It is pinguin he got Batman and robing capterd at the docks.
Thad fat bird never learns his lesson. He detto whit a angry voice, but he soon callemd himself agien.
Oke stai were te are i will be there in a sec.
Oke but pleas hurry i got no idee wat pinuin will do to them.

Babs was waiting in the strada, via as a motercykel...

Hands moved the hair out of her face and a smile came to her lips. She opened her eyes and the smile died from her face when she saw who it was. He just gave a little smile as he watched her sit up in bed. She ignored his presence and moved into the spacious closet to change.
“Well good morning to te too.”
“What do te want?”
“You already know.”
“I'll have your head on a platter.”
He laughed slightly and moved the hair out of his dark eyes.
“Would te like me to say it?”
“No. Not that te care.”
“True. What I want is you. Your power. That thing inside of te that keeps you...

"Or what, sissy? te gonna stop me and the gang from messin' up the kid's face here?" The three other boys smirked as they knew they had the number advantage. But the girl also gave a tiny smirk. "Yeah, I think I will."

The pack laughed.

"You-you've got to be kidding! Hahaha!" Billy managed to get out as he laughed. "You and what army? Ahahahaha!" But she continued to give them a smirk. "Well..."

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As if on cue, a blur rushed out from behind a bush, its target Billy. Before he could even register what the blur was, the boy slammed his elbow into Billy's face, sending him to the dirt. The...

If te missed out..and I know the last one was "part 4" but I meant "part 3"

"Ahem.." A voice broke the vampire from his feeding and he turned with a annoyed look. "Damian, would te please stop harassing my sister..?"
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I felt my breath hitch, and a huge lump of razors stuck in my throat, and I fought forcefully to fight back tears. "D..ante..?"
"Blade.." He narrowed his gaze and gave a me soft smile.
"Yo..di..d.." I couldn't push it out. My brother made his way between me and Damian and gave a me a hug.

Was he this strong.. .before.. he di..left?

"It's a long story, Kiddo, but I'm back now,...

Name: Eachen Story ( ee-kin ) (( i changed his name shhhh))

Villian Name: Vile

Age: 19

Appearance: dirty blonde hair and green eyes.

Relations: Lucas Story is his younger brother.

Powers/Skills: he has viles that he keeps with him that give him strength and power. Depending on his intake of the substance the più power he gains. Combat skills.

Personality: he is very self centered and only benefits himself, though he secretley has a cuore he tries to take over that feeling da greed and power.

Villian suit: he wears army paint on his cheeks and has a black hooded jacket, with black pants and combat...

The sun had set and the lights replaced its rays. Yellow, red, blue, green lit up the night, causing the twinkling stars the young man was so acquainted with to sink away. Along with them went the average civilians of the city, and out came the nocturnal creatures of the night.
Declan ducked into an alley as a police car sped past, sirens wailing. He sighed as it passed and disappeared around the corner, the siren fading away. He laid his head back against the brick bacheca and closed his tired eyes. The click of approaching heels made him snap back to attention and instinctively turned invisible....

Tyler looked up, from the sleeping Becca in his arms, to a blonde boy with peircing blue eyes. A quick glance around the room reviled that everyone-Aryess, Willow, Lyss, and Vaxley -was asleep. "Shit.." Ty muttered gazing back at the the monster, who's stare made him shiver.

"Hey, Ter-" the firecaster started.
"I need Becca." Terror stated sternly. Defince struck Ty.
"Sorry, b-"
"Now." Blue eyes were narrowed and his lips were pursed in a small frown.
"Do te ever smile, Terror?"
The remark left the blonde unphased; a small curve pulled at his lips but quickly vanished as he took a step forward...

Yeah, I wrote part of this at 2 AM. Sue me. :P

"Hit the deck!"

The 4 teens leap behind a fallen albero as the bacheca of the factory blew apart to smithereens. Rubble flies all over, but as the dust clears, the group dash into the newly created entrance and head for the nearest flight of stairs.

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Peering through the leaves of the bush, Richi could see a part of the factory's large amount of security patrolling around the perimeter. Watchtowers with spotlights circled around the darkness surrounding the factory, and the beeps of sentries echoed into the blonde's ears.

"What, is this...

"I'll be fine te guys can go now." Ashley told the girls, as they walked into the kitchen.
"Actually Canary told us to keep an eye on te till your brother comes home." Aryess said, taking a sede, sedile at the counter. Ashley open the refrigerator and took out a bowl of ice cream.
"You guys want any?" Ashley asked, waving a spoon at them both with a smirk on her face.
"Sure."
Ashley returned to the refrigerator and took out two più bowls of ice cream. She give both girls a spoon each and handed them the ice cream when she hear someone call Akash's name.
Melody walked in the cucina with a shoulder bag...

So yeah, I'm not dead. Been really busy.

The phone rang for what seemed like the millionth time. Its ringtone sang out in the darkness of the room, and the phone clattered against the dusty wooden tavolo, ripiano del tavolo as it vibrated.
Hey, it's Richi. The phone sounded out as the call went to voicemail. I'm not available right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to te ASAP.

"Rich!" the voice yelled as the message was recorded. "I know te can hear me! Where are you?! Why haven't te called back?! Please, the three of us are worried. Come back already. We're sorry."

Message recorded. te have 30...

There was too much water. Surrounding her, soaking her. In her mouth, in her nose. Don't breath, don't breath. She tried not to follow the instinct to ingoiare, inghiottire a breath, but somehow the liquid forced its way inside. Too much water filling her lungs.
Too much red. The water was painted in it. There was a certain glow coming from some artificial source, but also a swirl of a seperate contamination. Too tired, too much blood escaping from the Slash in her leg. Aryess had failed the mission of keeping the barca safe. The bomb had exploded, blowing a hole in the hull. The water heater had barely protected...

Billionaires, business men, women dressed in lovely dresses. Champagne glasses, sparkling lights, and of course, the treasures of the evening. The precious jewelry and glittering gems. They were the most expensive objects in the room, even più than the yacht the auction was taking place on. And for that reason, the blonde and her partner had been assigned tonight's security detail. It also helped that their teammate's father owned the ship and was hosting the event.
Her stormy grey eyes rested on the glistening blue brooch. An aquamarine rose ready to become the prize of the lucky bidder tonight....

Name: Natasha
Age: 17
Gender: famale
Clotes: she always wereas milaty gear, o a unifom, unless she needs to sneak somwere in.
Apareance: long hiar, color of it can difre frome were she is ansingd and wat her mison is, narmal body.
Personalaty: paronoid, does not trust easy, hates pepol using weald to opres others, always helps her comrades.
Skilles: sniper, exeled marxman, tactisan, field commander, knowes all kinds of martial ards, abel to use al kinds of wapons, extrodanry soldier.
wapons: an AK 74, a Dragonov, pistols, grenades, knives.

background:
(( i am lazy so i just put it this way))
- she...

"Shit, shit shit!" he thought as he threw the batter into the pan and looked at the clock. "Only an hour!?" He hissed, shoving the heart-shaped raw cake into the oven. Tyler turned to the cucina and stared in horror. Flour powered every cranny of the room, egg shells cluttered the floor, the sugar bag was tumped over, so was the cooking oil but it was spilling on the floor. The fuoco caster groaned. He still had to dethorn the dazzling red roses, clean, doccia and get dressed!


In a hurry he sped over to the rose and stared at them, a million thorns decorated each of the twelve flowers. How...

His eye's narrowed into her's. A lively fuoco was sparked once again, and it settled right in her eyes lapping around.

It only ignited when rage pulsed through her veins, and Mrs.Blade has a lot rage.

The two were at a stand still, who would make the successivo move, he spoke with poison dripping off his words,"Ahh, and yet you're right once again, let me correct myself for all I do in your eyes are wrong."

Her lips curved into a frown even more,"How dare you! Assume I think I'm right all the time! I do not! You're the one who knows everything! Mr.I-Can't-Even-Tell-My-Wife-My-Real-Name!"

Ice met fire,"You...

The titolo says it all.
And no, I'm not leaving. That's not to say that I'm not pissed off at all te people. And I'm warning te now, te might hate this. te might get offended, te might hate me, but I don't give a flying Grayson about that. te guys have taught me just how stupid online drama is, and just how important it is NOT to let yourself get affected da it. So flame me all te want. I just need to rant.
Seriously, when did all this shit start happening? First our lovely Esmerelda decides to "leave forever" (anyone wanna count the number of times he's detto that? Good. I didn't think...