The next...few are kinda....they made me cry Scrivere them. A heads up.
He ducked away as the weapon came at him. He stood and blast the creature with a strong force. It let out a screech before turning to him.
“You will pay!” it hissed.
“Oh yeah?”
The creature snickered and pushed it's weight on the scythe. It started to crack, letting a few sparks of light out.
“No!”
The wood snapped and the creature let go of the scythe. Dylan rushed over and held the weapon now girl in his arms.
“M-master....I....am sorry.”
“Freya! It's not your fault. None of this is.”
The weapon seemed to nod before she closed her eyes. He shut his eyes tightly, briefly, to keep the tears away. He breathed heavily and looked up. When he opened his eyes, they were blazing with blue fire. He snarled and let the dead weapon go. Dylan stood and tilted his head either way as ears appeared and then a tail. His costume changed and metallic claws appeared on his hands.
“I warned te before,” he detto in deep voice that was almost demonic. “Now te will pay.”
“Do your besssst, kitty.”
He laughed, mostrare off fangs and sharp teeth. The claws extended further and he walked closer. The creature prepared for his attack. He swiped at it with the three claws. It hissed, pulling away.
“Such a stupid creature. Back to the Shadows!”
He cut it several times, over and over again. Each time he did più damage. He kicked, punched, scraped, used every sposta he had. His sadness had long fa turned into fury. And the creature experienced every last bit of it, even when it cried out for mercy in a pitiful scream. He brought the creature to it's knees. One più blow and it would be gone.
“Do away with me quickly!” it cried.
He stood above it, panting and angry. But always thinking.
“No. Go back where te came from! And warn your kind, demon. successivo time te enter my domain, I will mostra te the same mercy te showed my weapon. Now leave!”
It disappeared with a smell of sulfur. Dylan turned away and stood over his fallen and broken weapon. His ears twitched as a crash sounded.
He ducked away as the weapon came at him. He stood and blast the creature with a strong force. It let out a screech before turning to him.
“You will pay!” it hissed.
“Oh yeah?”
The creature snickered and pushed it's weight on the scythe. It started to crack, letting a few sparks of light out.
“No!”
The wood snapped and the creature let go of the scythe. Dylan rushed over and held the weapon now girl in his arms.
“M-master....I....am sorry.”
“Freya! It's not your fault. None of this is.”
The weapon seemed to nod before she closed her eyes. He shut his eyes tightly, briefly, to keep the tears away. He breathed heavily and looked up. When he opened his eyes, they were blazing with blue fire. He snarled and let the dead weapon go. Dylan stood and tilted his head either way as ears appeared and then a tail. His costume changed and metallic claws appeared on his hands.
“I warned te before,” he detto in deep voice that was almost demonic. “Now te will pay.”
“Do your besssst, kitty.”
He laughed, mostrare off fangs and sharp teeth. The claws extended further and he walked closer. The creature prepared for his attack. He swiped at it with the three claws. It hissed, pulling away.
“Such a stupid creature. Back to the Shadows!”
He cut it several times, over and over again. Each time he did più damage. He kicked, punched, scraped, used every sposta he had. His sadness had long fa turned into fury. And the creature experienced every last bit of it, even when it cried out for mercy in a pitiful scream. He brought the creature to it's knees. One più blow and it would be gone.
“Do away with me quickly!” it cried.
He stood above it, panting and angry. But always thinking.
“No. Go back where te came from! And warn your kind, demon. successivo time te enter my domain, I will mostra te the same mercy te showed my weapon. Now leave!”
It disappeared with a smell of sulfur. Dylan turned away and stood over his fallen and broken weapon. His ears twitched as a crash sounded.
Daily Episode
giorno Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who ha rubato, stola a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
giorno Forty-Eight:
Static Shock Episode Five: "They're Playing my Song"
Link: link
Summary: A meta-human named Adam Evans, Rubberband Man, attempts to get revenge on Ice Pack, a rapper who ha rubato, stola a song he wrote. Virgil gets a job at Burger Fool and loses it when he had to sneak out to take care of business as Static.
SOOO sorry this took so long!!!!!! I watched it this morning and totally forgot to put it up!!!! Anyway: the moral of this episode is never steal. Especially from a powerful meta-human with a lame name.
Can te blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if te read it like you'd be Canto Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How te seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
te grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
aspro, acida notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s culla swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what te see
What is it te saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How te seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
te grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
aspro, acida notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s culla swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Friends can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what te see
What is it te saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
ID: Confidental
Age: 25
Occupation: Assassin and villian
Physical Appearance: light brunett, bronze colored eyes, 5'6"
Clothing: varies, but always wears a scarf that she can bring up to hide her identity.
Powers: da looking into her victims eyes, she can command them to do as she pleases.
Weapons: Doesn't always carry one, but she is skilled with a sword.
Personality: vengeful, focused, feisty
History: Unknown.
Relation to Team: actual relation is a secret, but she seems to have a hate for fire-casters...