Don't worry, this isn't a whole new series.. I kinda got carried away, so itâs probably gonna be at least 3 parts (would that be a three-shot o a series?? lol). BTWs this takes place when Aislingâs 8 so thatâd be.......eh, te do the math.
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one would be there. If it was empty, he could leave. He could return to the base; yes, Katana would be angry, but it would be better than this. As he was about to leave, he spotted something. Two unblinking turquoise eyes, large and round, staring him down. Upon looking closer, he made out a face, stringy mud-streaked hair, a tiny, emaciated body. It was a girl, so dirty that she practically blended into the bacheca behind her. He knew it was his mission to get her, but his body didnât want to comply, and he was already turning around and leaving. But it was too late, she had spotted him, and as he was about to step back into the normal world, relishing the fresh air, she let out a faint cry. Something in him made him turn around; he certainly didnât want to, but it was his last spark of humanity, one that heâd so carefully hidden away when he was around Katana and the others. The girl had dragged herself inoltrare, avanti and was sitting inches from his feet, the stench of filth, blood, and sweat wafting upwards, making him cough.
âYouâve come for me.â Her voice was surprisingly strong, for such a broken appearance. High-pitched, but it had Lost almost all traces of youth in it, even though she couldnât have been any older than eight. He couldnât help but nod.
âWhat are te doing with me?â
He didnât know how to respond to that. In fact, he wasnât even sure what he was supposed to do with this child, what Katanaâs plans were. So he didnât say anything.
âYouâre not gonna k-kill me, right?â
The man was speechless. It was as if this child sensed what he was, who he worked for. But it couldnât be. Instinctively, he looked down, but he wasnât wearing his armor, there wasnât even a trace on his clothing that he worked for Kaos. Maybe she was just suspicious da nature, he reasoned. Years of living on the streets--because it was apparent she had been living here for most, if not all, of her life--probably just hardened her, made her wary.
âI hope not.â
She smiled, her blue-green eyes lighting up for the first time. âSo youâll give me a home?â
Something in the girl struck him. He couldnât say no. She beamed, and without thinking, he hoisted her up into his arms. She was getting filth all over his suit, but he didnât notice. His excuse for holding her was that she was probably too weak to walk the distance, as he couldnât teleport. That would reveal his identity, and he didnât want to do that just yet. As he walked, she shifted herself in his grasp. She was extremely light, her skin hanging loose off her bones, empty, hollow. But her gaze captivated him.
âWhatâs your name?â she finally asked.
âAxx--Bryson,â he replied, remembering just in time to give his civilian name. âBryson Carter.â
She smiled, and laughed quietly. âThen Iâd be...Aisling Carter. I like it.â
~~~***~~~***~~~
Luckily, Axxis hadnât picked her up too far from the base in Tampa, only about an hourâs walk. If sheâd been any farther, Gotham, for instance, thatâd be a problem. He had the route memorized, so when he sensed they were getting close, he stopped and opened his rather large briefcase. âCan te fit in here?â
She nodded and climbed in slowly, hesitantly. âWhy?â
âI canât let anyone see you,â he lied. âNot till we get inside.â
He could see a million domande etched on her face, but luckily, she didnât protest. It was a tight squeeze, but she was small, and he closed it carefully, leaving a small crack for air. Then he slipped the strap over his shoulder, buckling slightly under the weight, and continued on his way.
Aisling was curled up in the darkness, trembling. She wondered where this man, Bryson, was taking her, and why it took so long. But he seemed kind, if a little rough around the edges. She had gradually learned not to readily trust people, but there was something about him that seemed right. If any rate, she was saving her from the life sheâd been living. That made her smile. Her years of hardship, of poverty and filth, were over. It was all over.
Later that night, she lay on her new bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was a tiny cot, piĂč of a shelf, really, and the surface was hard, but she didnât mind. She shivered slightly under the thin, ragged blanket. He hadnât allowed her out of the ventiquattrore, sincronia file until they were well inside the house, and she had looked around in wonder at the dingy concrete walls, the dim light, and the tiny, cramped rooms. She wondered what he was hiding her from; not a single other human was in sight. Heâd taken her into the tiny bathroom, scrubbed her down---heâd had to cut off several inches of her hair just to get it out of the ponytail, and now it fell in soft waves just below her ears--and put her to bed. He hadnât dato her anything to eat, but she didnât ask. Ever since theyâd gone inside, he was different, uneasy, on edge, slightly snappy.
Happiness bubbled inside her, when she remembered what sheâd realized in the briefcase. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was Iâm finally free.
So there we go! piĂč on the way! Oh, and te can ignore the really awkward ventiquattrore, sincronia file plot hole..I couldnât think and afterwards I didnât really feel like changing it. :P
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one would be there. If it was empty, he could leave. He could return to the base; yes, Katana would be angry, but it would be better than this. As he was about to leave, he spotted something. Two unblinking turquoise eyes, large and round, staring him down. Upon looking closer, he made out a face, stringy mud-streaked hair, a tiny, emaciated body. It was a girl, so dirty that she practically blended into the bacheca behind her. He knew it was his mission to get her, but his body didnât want to comply, and he was already turning around and leaving. But it was too late, she had spotted him, and as he was about to step back into the normal world, relishing the fresh air, she let out a faint cry. Something in him made him turn around; he certainly didnât want to, but it was his last spark of humanity, one that heâd so carefully hidden away when he was around Katana and the others. The girl had dragged herself inoltrare, avanti and was sitting inches from his feet, the stench of filth, blood, and sweat wafting upwards, making him cough.
âYouâve come for me.â Her voice was surprisingly strong, for such a broken appearance. High-pitched, but it had Lost almost all traces of youth in it, even though she couldnât have been any older than eight. He couldnât help but nod.
âWhat are te doing with me?â
He didnât know how to respond to that. In fact, he wasnât even sure what he was supposed to do with this child, what Katanaâs plans were. So he didnât say anything.
âYouâre not gonna k-kill me, right?â
The man was speechless. It was as if this child sensed what he was, who he worked for. But it couldnât be. Instinctively, he looked down, but he wasnât wearing his armor, there wasnât even a trace on his clothing that he worked for Kaos. Maybe she was just suspicious da nature, he reasoned. Years of living on the streets--because it was apparent she had been living here for most, if not all, of her life--probably just hardened her, made her wary.
âI hope not.â
She smiled, her blue-green eyes lighting up for the first time. âSo youâll give me a home?â
Something in the girl struck him. He couldnât say no. She beamed, and without thinking, he hoisted her up into his arms. She was getting filth all over his suit, but he didnât notice. His excuse for holding her was that she was probably too weak to walk the distance, as he couldnât teleport. That would reveal his identity, and he didnât want to do that just yet. As he walked, she shifted herself in his grasp. She was extremely light, her skin hanging loose off her bones, empty, hollow. But her gaze captivated him.
âWhatâs your name?â she finally asked.
âAxx--Bryson,â he replied, remembering just in time to give his civilian name. âBryson Carter.â
She smiled, and laughed quietly. âThen Iâd be...Aisling Carter. I like it.â
~~~***~~~***~~~
Luckily, Axxis hadnât picked her up too far from the base in Tampa, only about an hourâs walk. If sheâd been any farther, Gotham, for instance, thatâd be a problem. He had the route memorized, so when he sensed they were getting close, he stopped and opened his rather large briefcase. âCan te fit in here?â
She nodded and climbed in slowly, hesitantly. âWhy?â
âI canât let anyone see you,â he lied. âNot till we get inside.â
He could see a million domande etched on her face, but luckily, she didnât protest. It was a tight squeeze, but she was small, and he closed it carefully, leaving a small crack for air. Then he slipped the strap over his shoulder, buckling slightly under the weight, and continued on his way.
Aisling was curled up in the darkness, trembling. She wondered where this man, Bryson, was taking her, and why it took so long. But he seemed kind, if a little rough around the edges. She had gradually learned not to readily trust people, but there was something about him that seemed right. If any rate, she was saving her from the life sheâd been living. That made her smile. Her years of hardship, of poverty and filth, were over. It was all over.
Later that night, she lay on her new bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was a tiny cot, piĂč of a shelf, really, and the surface was hard, but she didnât mind. She shivered slightly under the thin, ragged blanket. He hadnât allowed her out of the ventiquattrore, sincronia file until they were well inside the house, and she had looked around in wonder at the dingy concrete walls, the dim light, and the tiny, cramped rooms. She wondered what he was hiding her from; not a single other human was in sight. Heâd taken her into the tiny bathroom, scrubbed her down---heâd had to cut off several inches of her hair just to get it out of the ponytail, and now it fell in soft waves just below her ears--and put her to bed. He hadnât dato her anything to eat, but she didnât ask. Ever since theyâd gone inside, he was different, uneasy, on edge, slightly snappy.
Happiness bubbled inside her, when she remembered what sheâd realized in the briefcase. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was Iâm finally free.
So there we go! piĂč on the way! Oh, and te can ignore the really awkward ventiquattrore, sincronia file plot hole..I couldnât think and afterwards I didnât really feel like changing it. :P
age: 17
Gender: male
Apereance: blond hair, bleuw eyes, half lion.(see pick)
Powes: animal sences,animal strengt, retractebel claws.
Personalaty: loyal, impulsif, always protects his friends, often dont think and just act on his animal instinks.
Realation to team: he is gunfires long Lost twin brother.
History: he is gunfires twin brother, but when he was 5 years old he got Lost in the woods around gotham, and after thad got raised da lions. He leand thad is brother was still in gotham a fewe weeks fa and gunfire told him about the cave, thouw somtings are still stance to hime, beceas he lived in the wild whit the lions fore 12 years.
Notes:
he speaks normaly englys beceast he leard thad before he got lost.
he is not used to interacting whit pepol well anymore
He hase a knive made out of bone, thad he somtimes uses, thouw he prefers the uses of he owne claws.
Name: Kaleb Anton
Alias: Arkana
Age: 17
Alliance: Hero
Appearance: shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, 5'10", pale skin
Personality: kind, caring, withdrawn, doesn't trust people easily, stubborn, brave
Powers: He has transformation powers that allow him to alter his appearance, martial arts, fights with a bow staff with a hidden blade
Bio: His life as a kid was normal, he went to school, he helped at his dad's shop. When he was sixteen he left his family after discovering his powers. He trained for a anno abroad before joining the team