"Please! You-you can't!" A bruised figure huddled in the corner of a darkened room, shuddering with fear. She sat among drops of copper-smelling red liquid, still flooding the cracks in the cement. She clutched onto her left arm desperately, trying to stop the flow. Mixed with the blood were pain-filled tears, reflecting each hit from the attacker.
"Maybe successivo time you'll listen, hmm?" Another blow, another bruise, another scar, più blood flowing. "Maybe successivo time te won't run." The sound of shattered plastic ran out to the shadows as the girl's sunglasses broke. Her eyelids were clenched shut, and parts of her charcoal hair were clumped and matted together with her blood.
"N-n-no! Never!" the small girl sobbed. "I p-promise!" She flinched, waiting for the successivo fist, which flew towards her with inhuman strength-
The scene changed. The same girl was older and now standing among a musty pile of rubble that had once been Mt. Justice. Her left arm hung limp at her side, dripping with someone else's blood. Behind her a boy with a toughened figure grasped her shoulder. The arancia, arancio of the fuoco burning the horizon gleamed against his blue/black bodysuit. "We'll fix it. Somehow," he reassured.
She turned to face him, mask to mask. "I know," she said, her voice clear. "But there's only one way."
"Kyra!" another black haired girl shouted. "Kyra!"
"Kyra Grayson! Wake UP!"
I gasped and turned to face my impatient geometry teacher, pointing to the board. I blushed, embarrassed, as everyone around me, including my brother, sister, and best friend, laughed in mocking. I blew the single strand of hair out of my face, and toyed with my silky black braid of hair.
"Now that you're awake, would te mind telling us what the answer to this problem is?" Surveying the board, I read:
Triangle ABC is a right isosceles triangle. Side a is 8/3, find side c. Answer in radical form.
I sighed. This was easy. "Eight root two divided da three." There was a solemness to my voice that had never been there before, especially not in geometry class. Whatever traces of laughter remained in my siblings was instantly gone. They looked at me, and I avoided eye contact. Five più minutes... why couldn't she have waited five più minuti to wake me up?
When school finally ended I packed my bags and sped out as quickly as possible. "Kyra! Wait up!" Dick and Danna came up behind me, along with Aisling, Artemis, and Nathan. "Something wrong?" my sister asked. "It's nothing, really."
Aisling pulled my arm. "It's something, Kyra. What's wrong?"
I looked at their faces, worried and caring. I grabbed a hooded giacca from my locker and shrugged into it. "C'mon." I told them, pulling my hair out of it's braid, letting it loose. "I'll tell you... at the cave." I whispered. I slipped my cappuccio over my head and slung my backpack onto my shoulder, walking out into the cold rain that covered Gotham.
"Maybe successivo time you'll listen, hmm?" Another blow, another bruise, another scar, più blood flowing. "Maybe successivo time te won't run." The sound of shattered plastic ran out to the shadows as the girl's sunglasses broke. Her eyelids were clenched shut, and parts of her charcoal hair were clumped and matted together with her blood.
"N-n-no! Never!" the small girl sobbed. "I p-promise!" She flinched, waiting for the successivo fist, which flew towards her with inhuman strength-
The scene changed. The same girl was older and now standing among a musty pile of rubble that had once been Mt. Justice. Her left arm hung limp at her side, dripping with someone else's blood. Behind her a boy with a toughened figure grasped her shoulder. The arancia, arancio of the fuoco burning the horizon gleamed against his blue/black bodysuit. "We'll fix it. Somehow," he reassured.
She turned to face him, mask to mask. "I know," she said, her voice clear. "But there's only one way."
"Kyra!" another black haired girl shouted. "Kyra!"
"Kyra Grayson! Wake UP!"
I gasped and turned to face my impatient geometry teacher, pointing to the board. I blushed, embarrassed, as everyone around me, including my brother, sister, and best friend, laughed in mocking. I blew the single strand of hair out of my face, and toyed with my silky black braid of hair.
"Now that you're awake, would te mind telling us what the answer to this problem is?" Surveying the board, I read:
Triangle ABC is a right isosceles triangle. Side a is 8/3, find side c. Answer in radical form.
I sighed. This was easy. "Eight root two divided da three." There was a solemness to my voice that had never been there before, especially not in geometry class. Whatever traces of laughter remained in my siblings was instantly gone. They looked at me, and I avoided eye contact. Five più minutes... why couldn't she have waited five più minuti to wake me up?
When school finally ended I packed my bags and sped out as quickly as possible. "Kyra! Wait up!" Dick and Danna came up behind me, along with Aisling, Artemis, and Nathan. "Something wrong?" my sister asked. "It's nothing, really."
Aisling pulled my arm. "It's something, Kyra. What's wrong?"
I looked at their faces, worried and caring. I grabbed a hooded giacca from my locker and shrugged into it. "C'mon." I told them, pulling my hair out of it's braid, letting it loose. "I'll tell you... at the cave." I whispered. I slipped my cappuccio over my head and slung my backpack onto my shoulder, walking out into the cold rain that covered Gotham.
"Do I have to go?!" I asked for the hundrith time. "Yes.This is a big and grate oppratunity.You`ll get to meet new people. I`eom sure it will be fun!" I look outside the window of our jet. What fun is it to hang out with a bunch of sidekicks.It was one thing for Jamar/Night Master to sposta her from Central City to Gothim City. But sending her to a "baby Justcie Leauge" was over rated! He was just too overprotective to send me to real camp!"Xhadow I`m sure you`ll have fun.It will be like camp but for super kids!!!"
My cute five anno old brother Alex said. I smiled. " I gusse your right Alex." Alex smiled. Jamar started lowering the jet. "Maybe your a little nervous." Jamar said."No I`m not!" I shot back. Then started playing with my hair...wich I only did when I lied.
My cute five anno old brother Alex said. I smiled. " I gusse your right Alex." Alex smiled. Jamar started lowering the jet. "Maybe your a little nervous." Jamar said."No I`m not!" I shot back. Then started playing with my hair...wich I only did when I lied.