A jaar later…
I ran through the forest, the sounds of gunshots pursuing me. I was in New England again. I was now a traveler who helped people in need. But then again, I was being chased door several angry hunters because I let the beer they had caught free. Sorry I love animals! Jeesh! I came to a screeching stop at a cliff beside a waterfall. They had me cornered. Well shit! What now?! I glanced at the water. It didn’t look too cold.
“Ah, screw it” I muttered before jumping off the cliff into the water fall. I was plunged down into a deep pond. I smacked my head against something and everything went black.
Author PoV
Gambette’s body was rushed down the river with the currents, taking it to an underground river. It was tossed through the river at a surprisingly fast rate. Suddenly, her body was in metal pipes, heading straight for a vent cover! Her hand went out and touched the cover accidentally. It charged, then exploded, letting the young mutants body float up to a small lake in a cave with stairs leading from the water and a landing pad above her.
Gambette PoV
I woke up in a cave. I spluttered and coughed, considering I was in water. I swam over to the side and crawled out. I felt something sticky on my forehead and touched it. Blood was on my finger tips, and running down my forehead. I heard people coming and took out my bow staff. I snuck around and saw six people. They looked familiar, yet different. Older. I looked around, then tried to run passed without being seen. Yeah, like that was happening. Before I could take four steps, bat-a-rang’s were pinning me to a wall. The six people surrounded me.
“Who are you?” the ginger demanded
“Wow Wally. u don’t remember me. That hurts real badly” I zei mockingly “Maybe this’ll jog your memory” I added, touching a bat-a-rang and making it explode. My hair shot out and ripped the other bat-a-rang’s out.
“Remember me now?” I asked coldly. He thought for a second.
“Gambette?” he gasped
“No, Wolverine” I zei sarcastically. I looked around, then pulled a GPS out of my belt.
“Happy Harbor New England…” I muttered. I thought for a second.
“Where’s the nearest HYDRA base?” I asked
“Who?” Wally asked
“Ugh, never mind” I rolled my eyes. I knew where ever HYDRA was, X-23 wouldn’t be far behind. I looked around, then sighed.
“How do I get out of this place?” I asked, looking around
“You’ll need clearance from a Justice League Personnel” a new voice said.
I ran through the forest, the sounds of gunshots pursuing me. I was in New England again. I was now a traveler who helped people in need. But then again, I was being chased door several angry hunters because I let the beer they had caught free. Sorry I love animals! Jeesh! I came to a screeching stop at a cliff beside a waterfall. They had me cornered. Well shit! What now?! I glanced at the water. It didn’t look too cold.
“Ah, screw it” I muttered before jumping off the cliff into the water fall. I was plunged down into a deep pond. I smacked my head against something and everything went black.
Author PoV
Gambette’s body was rushed down the river with the currents, taking it to an underground river. It was tossed through the river at a surprisingly fast rate. Suddenly, her body was in metal pipes, heading straight for a vent cover! Her hand went out and touched the cover accidentally. It charged, then exploded, letting the young mutants body float up to a small lake in a cave with stairs leading from the water and a landing pad above her.
Gambette PoV
I woke up in a cave. I spluttered and coughed, considering I was in water. I swam over to the side and crawled out. I felt something sticky on my forehead and touched it. Blood was on my finger tips, and running down my forehead. I heard people coming and took out my bow staff. I snuck around and saw six people. They looked familiar, yet different. Older. I looked around, then tried to run passed without being seen. Yeah, like that was happening. Before I could take four steps, bat-a-rang’s were pinning me to a wall. The six people surrounded me.
“Who are you?” the ginger demanded
“Wow Wally. u don’t remember me. That hurts real badly” I zei mockingly “Maybe this’ll jog your memory” I added, touching a bat-a-rang and making it explode. My hair shot out and ripped the other bat-a-rang’s out.
“Remember me now?” I asked coldly. He thought for a second.
“Gambette?” he gasped
“No, Wolverine” I zei sarcastically. I looked around, then pulled a GPS out of my belt.
“Happy Harbor New England…” I muttered. I thought for a second.
“Where’s the nearest HYDRA base?” I asked
“Who?” Wally asked
“Ugh, never mind” I rolled my eyes. I knew where ever HYDRA was, X-23 wouldn’t be far behind. I looked around, then sighed.
“How do I get out of this place?” I asked, looking around
“You’ll need clearance from a Justice League Personnel” a new voice said.
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.