I got permission from Terror on this one. And if u read, you'll see why I needed permission. Enjoy...please. :)
Terror sat in the dark, willing it away. The warehouse was a perfect place to hide in. No one was around and it was dark. It was almost soothing to stay there. Almost welcoming. But the peace was ruined as doors opened and the lights were flipped on. Terror growled deep in his throat, peering over boxes. He saw two guys. One was carrying a gun and the other was dragging in a girl. They better have medical insurance, Terror thought. He crept closer and listened.
“Set her here,” the guy with the gun said. “When we get the ransom money, we'll shoot them both.”
“We're going to kill them?” the other asked.
“I just told u that. Set her down.”
“But u never mentioned killing!”
“I did; a few seconden ago.”
“No! I'm not doing this anymore!”
The man released the girl and turned to run. Three bullets to his back stopped him. He fell to the floor, dead. The other man lowered his gun and looked to the girl.
“See that princess? That'll happen if u try to escape.”
The girl looked at him with fearful green eyes. She moved the red hair out of her face and stayed on the floor. The gunman sneered.
“That's a good girl.”
Ah crap. This won't be good. Terror took a deep breath before stepping into the light.
“Release the girl!” he shouted.
Both pairs of eyes turned to him.
“What are u doing in here?!”
“My job. Release her!”
“Last time u speak!”
The man fired his gun, and Terror moved. He dodged them and hide behind a large crate.
“Bullets only make me angry!” Terror called, his voice slipping into a demonic growl.
“Don't tell me. u hulk out if u get angry?” the gunman taunted.
“Something like that.”
He heard a snicker before he stepped back into the light.
“Drop the gun!”
Instead of listening, only meer bullets were fired. One of them grazed Terror's arm. His eyes turned red.
“You shouldn't have done that!”
Terror screamed and his body began to transform. His body grew bigger and leather like skin covered him. White horned bones came up to cover parts of the dark green skin and a long tail grew from behind. His eyes were blood red and two other red eyes were on either shoulder. Terror stood, glaring down at the frightened gunman.
“Drop the gun!”
With his voice ringing out in a demonic growl, the man dropped his gun and started running. Terror reached out one of his hands and picked the man up. He looked at the man, a deep growl in the back of his throat. The man looked at him with fear and Terror smirked.
“Don't ever let me see u again!”
Terror threw the man outside. He waited until the man had run off before transforming back. He went over to the girl and she moved away in fear. Terror sighed.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked.
The girl nodded and showed Terror her wrists. He slowly grabbed them.
“What's your name?” Terror asked as his eyes glowed red.
“M-Melanie.”
“Do u know why he wanted u Melanie?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Terror looked at her, his eyes back to normal. Melanie looked at her arms; they were healed.
“Thank you,” she said.
“It's my job. Where do u live?”
“Only a few minuten from here.”
Terror nodded. He took the keys for his bike out and picked Melanie up. The girl gave him a weird look.
“After all u saw, you'll be in a state of panic. u won't be able to walk for a few minutes.”
Melanie nodded at his explanation and Terror set her on the front of his bike. He straddled the bike and put it into gear. The sound of the motor seemed to echo in the night as he drove away. Melanie directed him to her house and he helped her off the bike. He walked her up to the door.
“You might want to head straight to bed when u get inside,” Terror advised. “And make sure u get enough sleep. Hopefully, I won't see u anymore.”
Terror turned away, shoving his hands in his pockets. He got back on his bike and let the motor run for a few minutes. Placing the helm over his head, he rode off. As he let the night take over his senses, Terror felt the monster inside go to sleep.
Terror sat in the dark, willing it away. The warehouse was a perfect place to hide in. No one was around and it was dark. It was almost soothing to stay there. Almost welcoming. But the peace was ruined as doors opened and the lights were flipped on. Terror growled deep in his throat, peering over boxes. He saw two guys. One was carrying a gun and the other was dragging in a girl. They better have medical insurance, Terror thought. He crept closer and listened.
“Set her here,” the guy with the gun said. “When we get the ransom money, we'll shoot them both.”
“We're going to kill them?” the other asked.
“I just told u that. Set her down.”
“But u never mentioned killing!”
“I did; a few seconden ago.”
“No! I'm not doing this anymore!”
The man released the girl and turned to run. Three bullets to his back stopped him. He fell to the floor, dead. The other man lowered his gun and looked to the girl.
“See that princess? That'll happen if u try to escape.”
The girl looked at him with fearful green eyes. She moved the red hair out of her face and stayed on the floor. The gunman sneered.
“That's a good girl.”
Ah crap. This won't be good. Terror took a deep breath before stepping into the light.
“Release the girl!” he shouted.
Both pairs of eyes turned to him.
“What are u doing in here?!”
“My job. Release her!”
“Last time u speak!”
The man fired his gun, and Terror moved. He dodged them and hide behind a large crate.
“Bullets only make me angry!” Terror called, his voice slipping into a demonic growl.
“Don't tell me. u hulk out if u get angry?” the gunman taunted.
“Something like that.”
He heard a snicker before he stepped back into the light.
“Drop the gun!”
Instead of listening, only meer bullets were fired. One of them grazed Terror's arm. His eyes turned red.
“You shouldn't have done that!”
Terror screamed and his body began to transform. His body grew bigger and leather like skin covered him. White horned bones came up to cover parts of the dark green skin and a long tail grew from behind. His eyes were blood red and two other red eyes were on either shoulder. Terror stood, glaring down at the frightened gunman.
“Drop the gun!”
With his voice ringing out in a demonic growl, the man dropped his gun and started running. Terror reached out one of his hands and picked the man up. He looked at the man, a deep growl in the back of his throat. The man looked at him with fear and Terror smirked.
“Don't ever let me see u again!”
Terror threw the man outside. He waited until the man had run off before transforming back. He went over to the girl and she moved away in fear. Terror sighed.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked.
The girl nodded and showed Terror her wrists. He slowly grabbed them.
“What's your name?” Terror asked as his eyes glowed red.
“M-Melanie.”
“Do u know why he wanted u Melanie?”
“No.”
“Okay.”
Terror looked at her, his eyes back to normal. Melanie looked at her arms; they were healed.
“Thank you,” she said.
“It's my job. Where do u live?”
“Only a few minuten from here.”
Terror nodded. He took the keys for his bike out and picked Melanie up. The girl gave him a weird look.
“After all u saw, you'll be in a state of panic. u won't be able to walk for a few minutes.”
Melanie nodded at his explanation and Terror set her on the front of his bike. He straddled the bike and put it into gear. The sound of the motor seemed to echo in the night as he drove away. Melanie directed him to her house and he helped her off the bike. He walked her up to the door.
“You might want to head straight to bed when u get inside,” Terror advised. “And make sure u get enough sleep. Hopefully, I won't see u anymore.”
Terror turned away, shoving his hands in his pockets. He got back on his bike and let the motor run for a few minutes. Placing the helm over his head, he rode off. As he let the night take over his senses, Terror felt the monster inside go to sleep.
Dear Heroes,
I have your Delta and Cimmerian. of u call them Danna and Brant, I call them Toxic and Demon. Their old names, when they were assasins. Now they are back in their real home, The Lone Wolves. They have a few words for you.
Toxic: Don’t follow us, please . You’ll get your selves hurt! Dick, Kyra, Nicole, Bruse, I’ll miss u guys, u were my family, my heven. To the team, I will never forget the time we spent together, fighting and messing with eachother. From fangirling over RvB with Blade to pranking Fang, I’ll never forget u guys.
Demon: I had just met u guys, but the few that I had were great. Please don’t help us, u will get killed, and we wouldnt be able to stop it. It was nice while it lasted.
So on that note, Delta and Brant are dead. But they left Toxic and Demon. Better luck volgende time, heros.
Goodbye,
Shadowa
I have your Delta and Cimmerian. of u call them Danna and Brant, I call them Toxic and Demon. Their old names, when they were assasins. Now they are back in their real home, The Lone Wolves. They have a few words for you.
Toxic: Don’t follow us, please . You’ll get your selves hurt! Dick, Kyra, Nicole, Bruse, I’ll miss u guys, u were my family, my heven. To the team, I will never forget the time we spent together, fighting and messing with eachother. From fangirling over RvB with Blade to pranking Fang, I’ll never forget u guys.
Demon: I had just met u guys, but the few that I had were great. Please don’t help us, u will get killed, and we wouldnt be able to stop it. It was nice while it lasted.
So on that note, Delta and Brant are dead. But they left Toxic and Demon. Better luck volgende time, heros.
Goodbye,
Shadowa
real name:Alex knight
alias:web
age:14
gender:male
ability/power:inhuman strength,shoots webs/swings from them,can climb up walls,regenerates limbs,blends in to shadow
appearance:blond scruffy hair,blue eyes,well muscled,scar on lower back and one on chest,hides face all the time(know one know his secret id)
personalty:funny,shy,reasonable,focus when needs it,respects the team and there friends
story:born with powers parents disown him for being weird so went to the us and got raised door spiderman.was his sidekick but spiderman and batman zei kom bij the young justice program
other:born in the UK so has a british accent.will not tell past to any one
Name: Dallas Union "Dally"
Alias: Seraphs
Occupation: Villain, sidekick to Riddler
Age: 16
Looks; 6'4 white hair, purple eyes, 105 pounds, muscular, white wings with black spots, and a scar that covers his right eye.
Personality: Smart Alec, toon off, hates human life (also a major hate for Fang) loves to kill, doesn't believe in seconde chances.
Weapons: Carries two swords
Powers: Flight (wings) psychic (uses this ability to win in fights)
Past: Created in the School as a weapon to destroy all human life, Dallas set out to fulfill his destiny, killing anyone in his way. Battling Fang several times and loosing Dallas is out for Fangs blood, coming back faster and stronger. And he's ready to end Fang once and for all.
Alias: Seraphs
Occupation: Villain, sidekick to Riddler
Age: 16
Looks; 6'4 white hair, purple eyes, 105 pounds, muscular, white wings with black spots, and a scar that covers his right eye.
Personality: Smart Alec, toon off, hates human life (also a major hate for Fang) loves to kill, doesn't believe in seconde chances.
Weapons: Carries two swords
Powers: Flight (wings) psychic (uses this ability to win in fights)
Past: Created in the School as a weapon to destroy all human life, Dallas set out to fulfill his destiny, killing anyone in his way. Battling Fang several times and loosing Dallas is out for Fangs blood, coming back faster and stronger. And he's ready to end Fang once and for all.