Hauntings part VI- All Nightmares End
"Daddy!" the girl screamed. She ran toward the house, her vision blurred door tears.
"Ary, stop," her brother yelled after her. He reached her just as as the inferno exploded outward, throwing them back into the grass.
The brand raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, her room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos.
"Mommy! Daddy!" the girl screamed again. She rose from the grass, but a hand grasped her wrist before she could make another move.
"Don't," her brother loosened his grip and moved his hand to her shoulder. Standing, he places both hands on her shoulder. He knelt so that they were the same hieght.
The girl looks over his shoulder, holding back meer tears as the monsterous inferno engulfed their home.
"Ary, we have to get out of here," he said. She met his eyes.
"We have to wait," she said. "The brand men... they're coming... They will get Mom and Dad." All ready, sirens could be heard in the distance.
"We can't be here when they arrive," he reasoned. "Dad zei don't trust anyone, remember? That includes the police, the firemen, everybody."
"Where do we go?" She wiped her eyes, leaving smudges of ash on her flushed cheeks.
"Away from here." He took his sisters hand in his own, and the they ran off into the night, in the opposite direction of the blaring sirens and bright lights.
It wasn't so much as a gasp as a groan when I woke this time. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and rested my head in my hands. Six years geleden exactly that accident had occurred, yet I could remember every detail of the night. The magic of an eidetic memory.
I peered up and looked out the window that faced me. Why did I keep coming back to my apartment when I had a room in the cave? A bad habit, one I needed to break. I read off the glowing numbers of my alarm clock. 11:30, too late for a change of location.
I shrugged, there was something meer important I needed to do, something that outweighed the time of the night. I slipped the old Yankees hoodie over my t-shirt, carefully opened my window so as not to disturb my roommate of the other members of my squad who slept just down the hall, and slid through the opening and into the night.
A crisp breeze blew through the streets, washing over the slumbering city. It was a wonder why so many decided to go about their business in the cover of night. Most wore masked, keeping to the shadows where the prying eyes of the greedy and cold-hearted wouldn't suspect them.
Traveling through the shadows thrown door the full moon, the dim straat lamps, and the lit windows of the apartments at the edge of the city, I made my way to my destination, hopefully, without being spotted door any of the night-crawlers.
"Daddy!" the girl screamed. She ran toward the house, her vision blurred door tears.
"Ary, stop," her brother yelled after her. He reached her just as as the inferno exploded outward, throwing them back into the grass.
The brand raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, her room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos.
"Mommy! Daddy!" the girl screamed again. She rose from the grass, but a hand grasped her wrist before she could make another move.
"Don't," her brother loosened his grip and moved his hand to her shoulder. Standing, he places both hands on her shoulder. He knelt so that they were the same hieght.
The girl looks over his shoulder, holding back meer tears as the monsterous inferno engulfed their home.
"Ary, we have to get out of here," he said. She met his eyes.
"We have to wait," she said. "The brand men... they're coming... They will get Mom and Dad." All ready, sirens could be heard in the distance.
"We can't be here when they arrive," he reasoned. "Dad zei don't trust anyone, remember? That includes the police, the firemen, everybody."
"Where do we go?" She wiped her eyes, leaving smudges of ash on her flushed cheeks.
"Away from here." He took his sisters hand in his own, and the they ran off into the night, in the opposite direction of the blaring sirens and bright lights.
It wasn't so much as a gasp as a groan when I woke this time. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and rested my head in my hands. Six years geleden exactly that accident had occurred, yet I could remember every detail of the night. The magic of an eidetic memory.
I peered up and looked out the window that faced me. Why did I keep coming back to my apartment when I had a room in the cave? A bad habit, one I needed to break. I read off the glowing numbers of my alarm clock. 11:30, too late for a change of location.
I shrugged, there was something meer important I needed to do, something that outweighed the time of the night. I slipped the old Yankees hoodie over my t-shirt, carefully opened my window so as not to disturb my roommate of the other members of my squad who slept just down the hall, and slid through the opening and into the night.
A crisp breeze blew through the streets, washing over the slumbering city. It was a wonder why so many decided to go about their business in the cover of night. Most wore masked, keeping to the shadows where the prying eyes of the greedy and cold-hearted wouldn't suspect them.
Traveling through the shadows thrown door the full moon, the dim straat lamps, and the lit windows of the apartments at the edge of the city, I made my way to my destination, hopefully, without being spotted door any of the night-crawlers.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 95 pounds
Eyes: Red.
Hair: Black
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised door the joker and abonded door
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She has taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes are permenently red from the hate she feels.
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns.
Civies: Black turtleneck and jeans.
'Stume: Black turtleneck dress and halsketting, ketting with keys symbolising being the keeper of hell.
Secret ID: Adrian Martin
Age: 14
Appearance: about 5’8”, muscular but not super ripped, dirty blonde hair with a blue streak, one blue eye and one brown eye
Civvies: jeans, teeshirt, blue jean jacket, haai tooth necklace
Costume: civvies with sunglasses and wildly styled hair.
Personality: quiet, keeps to himself, a teeny bit egotistical when he talks, doesn’t like to talk to many girls, but does have a soft spot for some who seem down-to-earth
Powers: limited invulnerability, uses knives and blades, poison and explosives expert
Bio/History: He refuses to disclose this.
So.. yeah. That's me.