Return of the Menace
Sneak Peek
Grant Tower
New York City, New York
Independent States of America
21:04 EST, June 17, 2047
Sam looked down at the papers beneath him and sighed. Finances through the roof, lawyer fees, police reports, dates for criminal hearings, accusations, weapon shipments. He glanced it all over before crumpling it with one, large hand and throwing it across the room where it hit the female he hadn't noticed.
Rose Walker had been his original partner. For two years they had fought together, then she had left. Gone to Minnesota and joined the Freedom Fighters. Her red-pink hair blew in front of her face as the wind from the stormy night blew through the open windows. Her costume was much the same: purple body suit, roze overhemd, shirt covering her chest, black pants went to her ankles, black combat boots, purple mask, and her newest edition: a dark trench jas which hung from her shoulders.
"Getting up there, aren't you?" Sam asked gruffly.
"You always knew how to treat the ladies." Rose said. Sam waved her off and spun his chair around with his back to her. He continued picking up papers from his desk.
Rose picked up the crumple on the floor. She unraveled it and read.
"Mounting a defense?" she asked.
"What does it look like?" Sam growled, looking over his shoulder.
Verdicts set down the papers and set her pink-gloved hand on his shoulder as she had done so many times.
"I need to know where the weapon shipments were going."
"Get your hand off my shoulder." Sam growled.
Rose respectfully removed it. "I need to know." she repeated.
"Why?" the gruff response came.
"Because--" Rose said, looking at the gray-black-haired man. "Someone is using those shipments and preparing for a hostile takeover of this state. Someone is planning on waging war on New York."
Grant snorted. "For that? of so u can finally be totally rid of your partner?" he spun around in his chair to look a her, hands resting in a thinking position over his beard.
"You still think that is what this is about?" Rose asked after a silent moment. "That I left u because I didn't want to be around u anymore?"
"We both know the truth here, Rose." Sam said. "It's just a vraag of can u admit it?"
Rose's eyes filled up with tears and she blinked them back. She started for the balcony and turned around to say something to him.
Something she never got to say.
Bullets struck her in the back and she fell forward, Sam catching the red head even as he yelled her name.
"Rose." he repeated, brushing hair out of her face.
Bullets skimmed the floor again. Sam dragged her behind his desk.
"Security!" he yelled.
"Hello, Mr. Grant." a sly voice came. "I just wanted to thank u for the weapons beforehand."
"Before what?!" Grant demanded. "Who the hell is this?!"
"What," the voice replied. "Not who. As for your question, I wanted to thank u before we kill u with your own weapons."
The door to Grant's office busted down and laser beams shot into the room, cutting through everything.
Sneak Peek
Grant Tower
New York City, New York
Independent States of America
21:04 EST, June 17, 2047
Sam looked down at the papers beneath him and sighed. Finances through the roof, lawyer fees, police reports, dates for criminal hearings, accusations, weapon shipments. He glanced it all over before crumpling it with one, large hand and throwing it across the room where it hit the female he hadn't noticed.
Rose Walker had been his original partner. For two years they had fought together, then she had left. Gone to Minnesota and joined the Freedom Fighters. Her red-pink hair blew in front of her face as the wind from the stormy night blew through the open windows. Her costume was much the same: purple body suit, roze overhemd, shirt covering her chest, black pants went to her ankles, black combat boots, purple mask, and her newest edition: a dark trench jas which hung from her shoulders.
"Getting up there, aren't you?" Sam asked gruffly.
"You always knew how to treat the ladies." Rose said. Sam waved her off and spun his chair around with his back to her. He continued picking up papers from his desk.
Rose picked up the crumple on the floor. She unraveled it and read.
"Mounting a defense?" she asked.
"What does it look like?" Sam growled, looking over his shoulder.
Verdicts set down the papers and set her pink-gloved hand on his shoulder as she had done so many times.
"I need to know where the weapon shipments were going."
"Get your hand off my shoulder." Sam growled.
Rose respectfully removed it. "I need to know." she repeated.
"Why?" the gruff response came.
"Because--" Rose said, looking at the gray-black-haired man. "Someone is using those shipments and preparing for a hostile takeover of this state. Someone is planning on waging war on New York."
Grant snorted. "For that? of so u can finally be totally rid of your partner?" he spun around in his chair to look a her, hands resting in a thinking position over his beard.
"You still think that is what this is about?" Rose asked after a silent moment. "That I left u because I didn't want to be around u anymore?"
"We both know the truth here, Rose." Sam said. "It's just a vraag of can u admit it?"
Rose's eyes filled up with tears and she blinked them back. She started for the balcony and turned around to say something to him.
Something she never got to say.
Bullets struck her in the back and she fell forward, Sam catching the red head even as he yelled her name.
"Rose." he repeated, brushing hair out of her face.
Bullets skimmed the floor again. Sam dragged her behind his desk.
"Security!" he yelled.
"Hello, Mr. Grant." a sly voice came. "I just wanted to thank u for the weapons beforehand."
"Before what?!" Grant demanded. "Who the hell is this?!"
"What," the voice replied. "Not who. As for your question, I wanted to thank u before we kill u with your own weapons."
The door to Grant's office busted down and laser beams shot into the room, cutting through everything.
She cannot die,
And ever dag of her years,
She shall cry.
Woman out of time,
Who does not age,
Who harbors fear,
And harbors rage.
Angry daughter,
Along at last,
Time goes door slow,
But people go door fast.
Heavyhearted,
Wandering soul,
Awaiting death,
To take its toll.
A woman eternal,
May have no heart,
For it may end,
Before it may start.
Woman eternal,
Who cannot die,
Only one who calls on death,
And doesn't lie.
This is a poem about Babylon in case u wouldn't tell..and now i'm babbling because my artikel needs to be longer..ugh. Anyway, I hope u liked it. So tell me what u think.
Name:Elliot Rodriguez
age:14
Alias:DemonStar
Species:Sky demon
Powers:controls the wind,flying,reads minds,and sorcery
civvies:nothing special
hero outfit:none
status:in a relationship(i'm goin to put him and Klei together)
Family:all dead
BG story:He ran away from his home pagina in mexico to find a new life that could be meer succesful. Where he met Klei and fell in love with her in Gotham city.He's been with the young justice members since he got together with Klei.
Hobbies:Plays guitar,listens to music,does martial arts and kickboxing,
Hope u all like it.<3<3<3<3
please read meer artikels door me please
age:14
Alias:DemonStar
Species:Sky demon
Powers:controls the wind,flying,reads minds,and sorcery
civvies:nothing special
hero outfit:none
status:in a relationship(i'm goin to put him and Klei together)
Family:all dead
BG story:He ran away from his home pagina in mexico to find a new life that could be meer succesful. Where he met Klei and fell in love with her in Gotham city.He's been with the young justice members since he got together with Klei.
Hobbies:Plays guitar,listens to music,does martial arts and kickboxing,
Hope u all like it.<3<3<3<3
please read meer artikels door me please