((OOC)):You wanna know why Fin broke up with Nathan? Here's your answer.
Fin's P.O.V.
Walking down those dark, familiar hallways wasn't a pleasant feeling. But I'd do it. Every other week I'd come back to Slade's old warehouse for not only a momentary cure to my 'problem,' but to train harder. Brennan, Chelsea and Jessica could push me further than Canary ever would. So here I was, once again, and I hoped that it would be a while before anyone else knew.
Crossing da Jessica's room, I heard voices. I was shocked that she wasn't waiting for me. She loved to watch me with a smirk, knowing that I needed her. Not like I wasn’t happy that I’d have to wait. But I decided to listen in on her conversation.
“Look, kiddo, te know we need her.” Jessica.
“I don’t care, she doesn’t deserve this! I’m with her, and I need to make it all up to her.” Who... who was that?
“Well, what happens when she realizes who te are, Ry?”
“Dammit Jessica!” A bacheca was punched. Who is ‘Ry?’
“You’re my brother. She’s someone I want dead. You’re dating her. That’s a problem.”
Dating me?
No...
I slid open the door and looked in. Jessica, turning to me, had an angry look that quickly turned to an amazingly evil smirk. I looked to ‘Ry...’
And found myself looking at Nathan Stone. No.
“Ryan Zucco?”
He winced. “Fin, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want te to--”
“That’s how te knew I was Kyra.”
He scuffed at the ground, and looked up to me with horribly beautiful green eyes. “I’m so, so sorry.”
A sudden realization hit me. “You helped.”
He tilted his head sideways, confused. “Helped...?”
I felt a tear slide down my face. “You helped kill them.”
He began to shake his head furiously. “Kyra, no! I didn’t want-- te know I would have--”
He came closer and I shoved him away, my temperature rising furiously. “You killed my parents, Ryan! Why should I even trust you?” I wiped away the salty tears that showed Jessica my pain and gave her so much pleasure. “I hate you!”
“Kyra!”
“It’s over, Ryan. It never even began.”
And with that I ran out of the building, not looking back to see my broken heart.
Not that it was vital to my survival.
Fin's P.O.V.
Walking down those dark, familiar hallways wasn't a pleasant feeling. But I'd do it. Every other week I'd come back to Slade's old warehouse for not only a momentary cure to my 'problem,' but to train harder. Brennan, Chelsea and Jessica could push me further than Canary ever would. So here I was, once again, and I hoped that it would be a while before anyone else knew.
Crossing da Jessica's room, I heard voices. I was shocked that she wasn't waiting for me. She loved to watch me with a smirk, knowing that I needed her. Not like I wasn’t happy that I’d have to wait. But I decided to listen in on her conversation.
“Look, kiddo, te know we need her.” Jessica.
“I don’t care, she doesn’t deserve this! I’m with her, and I need to make it all up to her.” Who... who was that?
“Well, what happens when she realizes who te are, Ry?”
“Dammit Jessica!” A bacheca was punched. Who is ‘Ry?’
“You’re my brother. She’s someone I want dead. You’re dating her. That’s a problem.”
Dating me?
No...
I slid open the door and looked in. Jessica, turning to me, had an angry look that quickly turned to an amazingly evil smirk. I looked to ‘Ry...’
And found myself looking at Nathan Stone. No.
“Ryan Zucco?”
He winced. “Fin, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want te to--”
“That’s how te knew I was Kyra.”
He scuffed at the ground, and looked up to me with horribly beautiful green eyes. “I’m so, so sorry.”
A sudden realization hit me. “You helped.”
He tilted his head sideways, confused. “Helped...?”
I felt a tear slide down my face. “You helped kill them.”
He began to shake his head furiously. “Kyra, no! I didn’t want-- te know I would have--”
He came closer and I shoved him away, my temperature rising furiously. “You killed my parents, Ryan! Why should I even trust you?” I wiped away the salty tears that showed Jessica my pain and gave her so much pleasure. “I hate you!”
“Kyra!”
“It’s over, Ryan. It never even began.”
And with that I ran out of the building, not looking back to see my broken heart.
Not that it was vital to my survival.
Eyes of Artemis
Dick’s POV:
He let a small laugh escape through his mouth. He knew it was Artemis and maybe she knew he was Robin. But it was a tiny chance he looked at her, standing in the crowd talking to Rachel a senior year. He smiled. Artemis was in good hands.
Artemis POV:
“Thanks” She putted the papers in her bag. “tomorrow a need them back so don’t forget them.” “Got it.” Artemis answered. Rachel started to talk “Well, let’s start then, We are now in the hall of the Gotham academy.” Artemis looked around, everybody was to their lessons except a few. The hall itself was made of grey, silvery stone. The bacheca reflected the blue sky and she thought of the strange boy. “Are te coming o not?” Rachel stood in the giant stanchion. “I’m coming.” As she walked to Rachel remembering the mysterious laugh.
Dick’s POV:
He let a small laugh escape through his mouth. He knew it was Artemis and maybe she knew he was Robin. But it was a tiny chance he looked at her, standing in the crowd talking to Rachel a senior year. He smiled. Artemis was in good hands.
Artemis POV:
“Thanks” She putted the papers in her bag. “tomorrow a need them back so don’t forget them.” “Got it.” Artemis answered. Rachel started to talk “Well, let’s start then, We are now in the hall of the Gotham academy.” Artemis looked around, everybody was to their lessons except a few. The hall itself was made of grey, silvery stone. The bacheca reflected the blue sky and she thought of the strange boy. “Are te coming o not?” Rachel stood in the giant stanchion. “I’m coming.” As she walked to Rachel remembering the mysterious laugh.
