Fang sat staring at his computer screen. "Gyah..No idea what to say." He frowned and leaned back against the divan, bank for any ideas. A ding come from the laptop and Fang looked down and the highlighted vraag in the corner of his screen. "Lovely." Fang sighed and switched over to the questions, scanning over the questions. This should be interesting
Are u goth of emo? What makes u assume that I'm either?
Why do wear so much black? Are going black and never going back? DO EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!?!?! OH MY GOD!!!!!!!
I ran from The Labs the earth that touched my feet sent chills down my back. I felt so close to it, like a connection.
I look at myself in the mirror, i was not born. I wasn't made door god...i was made door man. A selfish human, who wanted me...to...destroy, everything.
When the evil lives inside of you
I saw the pain and fright of the people i attacked. I hurt them to no end, and i felt nothing. No mourning, no sadness. Until now. I couldn't care, i felt no pain, i would ignore the fear...and i killed them all. All of them...so helpless.
She sprinted off as the gun screeched in the air like a banshee. Her heels dug in the wet soil leaving small trenches as rain drenched her hair. She looked back with quick turn and noticed Terror and Silver were close behind. "Fuck.." she growled as she realized the others where gaining on her too. Blade looked ahead to the ropes across a large trench.
Her hands burned from the rope causing friction on her wet palms. Clenching her teeth she made a rough landing leaving her in the dust of the eight. Phoebe somehow gained the...
"They're moving her again." Revenge said. "Why the hell are they moving her?"
"That's five warehouses."
"Maybe they're as paranoid as you."
"I'm following, keep an eye on our signals."
Revenge lowered the plane and shifted it to stealth mode. It was quieter, but not totally. He still had to fly a a certain height to avoid being heard door Trapper's men. He spotted three jeeps, one covered and the other two with lots of guys and big guns. Revenge opened a screen and tapped the two armored vehicles. Receiving the lock on signal, he fired and they detonated in a fiery...
Twins! Name: Swift Secret ID: April Francine Styles Age: 14 Occupation: Former Criminal/Heroin Appearance: Straight long auburn hair, cobalt blue eyes, willowy. Personality: Serious, mysterious, ferocious, and a deadly assassin. Otherwise quiet and peaceful. u would usually see her training of playing her guitar. Powers: April has a natural telepathy link with her twin brother Cecil. She is the only one out of the the two to make telepathy calls with others other than her own twin door either transmitting calls to ones head of door just touching them. She also has the elemental power of air, and can...
Red Revenge and Silver Wings sat at a corner tafel, tabel in the bar. They didn't speak to anyone, and no one approached Ary on fear of the Black Hero. Revenge was definitely known, even as far south as New Orleans. He was definitely respected.
He and Ary weren't there for pleasure though. After a scuffle (if u could call it that) earlier that night, Revenge had taken Silver down to a meta-human bar in New Orleans.
"I'm flattered." Ary said, her eyes still narrowed at the Black Hero. "Two kidnappings, electrocution, a rescue mission,...
Name: Michael (Scud) Franz Alias: haai Occupation: weapon/gunsmith of Mount Justice.
Appearance: Scud has messy medium guy length brown hair, blue eyes, he usually wears dark coloured clothing, and he occasionally likes to wear headgears including caps, bandanas and headphones.
Power: he has no power
History: Michael Franz, of Scud as he likes to go by, was born in Atlanta and raised door his father after his mother who he can no longer remember died in a car accident. Instead of tonen his brilliant mind from a young age, he dropped out of school finding educational system too boring and showed...