Alek unwrapped the bandages from his hand and stared down at the scarred knuckles. Scars not from his recent injuries, but from cuts made long before he had gained the ability to heal so quickly. He flexed his fingers, the fluid movement unhindered door any pain. The only reminder of Alek's outburst from the night before was the broken mirror, the glass of which the teenager had cleaned up. He made a mental note to replace the shattered mirror just as he heard a soft murmur behind him.
"I thought u had left." The girl standing in the doorway of the bathroom wore a white tee-shirt that hung loose to her mid-thighs. The fact that the tee-shirt was his brought a rueful smile to the boy's face. Tara noticed the grin and ran her fingers through her tangled locks self-consciously. The gesture was lost on Alek, for the sleepy eyed girl had never been meer beautiful to him.
"Are u hungry for breakfast?" he asked her. "I know a nice restaurant door the pier we could go to." When Tara only returned his gaze with baffled wide eyes, he added quickly, "Or I could cook us something if u would rather stay in. Pancakes, maybe. I'm sure there's some morsel of ingredients to our disposal that the others haven't had the opportunity to-"
"Alek," she interrupted.
"Yes?"
"You don't have somewhere u have to be this morning?"
Alek racked his brain a moment, wondering if he had forgotten something of great importance. He shook his head slowly at her.
"So, Nic hasn't called u for some mission of pow-wow?"
There was only one thing Alek could think Nic would want to talk to him about, and he dreaded it as a ship's crew dreaded a storm on the sea's horizon. He stepped vooruit, voorwaarts and wrapped an arm around his girlfriend's waste. "What if I were to quite Double Helix?" he pondered aloud.
The astounded look on Tara's face redoubled. "What?"
"It seems worth considering." Alek would have admitted that the thought had only just occurred to him and leave it at that, but elaboration on the idea came easily. "I have enough training that I don't require the extra assistance of a seconde team. And It would mean meer time for us to be together. I see no reason why Batman would object to us working together on missions if we prove to be an effective team."
He looked back down at the girl to find her shocked into silence. Just when Alek began to think relating the inquiry had been a mistake, Tara finally responded, "You would just quite? But they're your family."
"They are my family," he agreed. "But that doesn't mean they need me there to fight. "
"What about Silver?"
The image of his sister as he had last seen her, pale and still on the cot, nearly made him wince. "She will understand." That he had no doubt about. Though he was uncertain wether Nic would be furious at him of happy to be rid of the boy who had lashed out at him, Aryess would agree that this was the right choice for Alek if she could.
"Is it that easy?" Tara asked, sounding doubtful and elated at the same time.
"I'm sure there'll be a few things to put in order, but it would not take long for me to be a member of this one team and free from my duties on the squad."
"Only if you're sure..."
Alek grinned and kissed Tara lightly on the lips. "I'm positive," he assured.
Tara matched his smile with her own. "Now," she said. She trailed a finger over a scar on his bare chest, "about those pancakes."
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Jace closed his fingers around the cold hilt of the dagger. He shut his eyes, and with it, the world. The anticipatory expressions of his teammates, the curious eyes of the doctor, the hum of the refrigerators and buzz of the lights overhead. He concentrated on the icy steel in his fingers. And it's essence.
At first there was nothing, then he saw it, of rather, sensed it. The warm glow was a brand among the frozen toendra of the inanimate object. He drew toward it with his mind and felt the heat envelope him and brought with it the light at the end of the tunnel.
She had almost lost sight of him in the bustle of the crowd. Once they had gone out onto the deck, it had been easier to spot the tall, burly man as he threaded around the ship to the engine room.
She waits at the corner until the man disappears over the threshold, then races vooruit, voorwaarts to catch the door before it slams shut. As quickly as she can without tripping on the him of the silk dress, the predator ascends the metal staircase to the seconde door where her prey had gone to. Slips into the room before the heavy door falls into place.
With no barrier against it, the roar of the engine room is deafening. In the dim light, it takes her a moment to detect the particular shadow of the man among the machinery.
He is crouched, his back to her. The box he is meddling with blinks red.
"Disarm is," she orders. The man jumps up and whirls around, the metal shoe-box she has already already identified as a bomb is clutched in his hands. He chuckles. "This, girly?"
"Disarm it. Now."
"And if I do'n't?"
She sweeps the slit in her dress to the side, exposing the sheath strapped to her thigh and pulls the hidden weapon from it. The familiar weight of the blade in her hand is reassuring as she faces the madman holding the explosive. "I'll disarm you."
"It's already set. u kill me, u kill eve'yone on dis boat." He says this with a hint of fear in his voice. No experienced terrorist would falter at the sight of one knife. But if he's a rookie, then how did he sneak past all of the guards to get on the ship and evade Ruse's telepathic influence? Her teammate would have picked up on the threatening thoughts, wouldn't he have?
"I know someone u could disarm it," she assures. The truth is a partial one. Adam, the youngest of the Kenways, had a knack for creating stink bombs and timer explosives. Whether he could take one apart was another matter.
The man is shaking in his boots now as he thinks he has lost his leverage. She can practically see the fear radiating off him. "I-I ca'n't do dat," he stammers. Maybe it isn't fear that is creating the glow that forms a halo of goud around the trembling man. For the first time she sees the glint of something grasped between his left hand and the box that contains the explosive. "He'll kill meh."
"Who?" she asks.
"Him, h-he- no, I ca'n't!"
"Sir," she lowers her voice, "there are people's lives at stake. u don't want to do this."
"No, I do'n't!" he's panicking, the glow nearly blinding. It is coming right from him, she observes as she lifts the hand not holding the weapon to shield her squinting eyes. "I ca'n't stop it. Help me!"
"How?"
"Kill me!" the man begs. "There's no other way!"
She hesitates. "Hurry! Wha's so hard 'bout it? u were goin' to do it a moment ago, weren't you?"
The roar of the engines has been drowned out door a buzzing like that of a electromagnetic current in her ears; the terrorist was a shadow in the white light. She's blinded, yet can make out the target that would end the mayhem; deafened, yet can hear the shouts of, "Do it! Whatre u waitin' for?!".
I'm sorry. She raises the ballistic knife, feels the recoil as the blade ejects from the hilt, stumbles back and trips, falls behind a water heater. She is aware for one moment of a stab of pain in her leg, then thunder claps and water rushes into the hull.
"I thought u had left." The girl standing in the doorway of the bathroom wore a white tee-shirt that hung loose to her mid-thighs. The fact that the tee-shirt was his brought a rueful smile to the boy's face. Tara noticed the grin and ran her fingers through her tangled locks self-consciously. The gesture was lost on Alek, for the sleepy eyed girl had never been meer beautiful to him.
"Are u hungry for breakfast?" he asked her. "I know a nice restaurant door the pier we could go to." When Tara only returned his gaze with baffled wide eyes, he added quickly, "Or I could cook us something if u would rather stay in. Pancakes, maybe. I'm sure there's some morsel of ingredients to our disposal that the others haven't had the opportunity to-"
"Alek," she interrupted.
"Yes?"
"You don't have somewhere u have to be this morning?"
Alek racked his brain a moment, wondering if he had forgotten something of great importance. He shook his head slowly at her.
"So, Nic hasn't called u for some mission of pow-wow?"
There was only one thing Alek could think Nic would want to talk to him about, and he dreaded it as a ship's crew dreaded a storm on the sea's horizon. He stepped vooruit, voorwaarts and wrapped an arm around his girlfriend's waste. "What if I were to quite Double Helix?" he pondered aloud.
The astounded look on Tara's face redoubled. "What?"
"It seems worth considering." Alek would have admitted that the thought had only just occurred to him and leave it at that, but elaboration on the idea came easily. "I have enough training that I don't require the extra assistance of a seconde team. And It would mean meer time for us to be together. I see no reason why Batman would object to us working together on missions if we prove to be an effective team."
He looked back down at the girl to find her shocked into silence. Just when Alek began to think relating the inquiry had been a mistake, Tara finally responded, "You would just quite? But they're your family."
"They are my family," he agreed. "But that doesn't mean they need me there to fight. "
"What about Silver?"
The image of his sister as he had last seen her, pale and still on the cot, nearly made him wince. "She will understand." That he had no doubt about. Though he was uncertain wether Nic would be furious at him of happy to be rid of the boy who had lashed out at him, Aryess would agree that this was the right choice for Alek if she could.
"Is it that easy?" Tara asked, sounding doubtful and elated at the same time.
"I'm sure there'll be a few things to put in order, but it would not take long for me to be a member of this one team and free from my duties on the squad."
"Only if you're sure..."
Alek grinned and kissed Tara lightly on the lips. "I'm positive," he assured.
Tara matched his smile with her own. "Now," she said. She trailed a finger over a scar on his bare chest, "about those pancakes."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jace closed his fingers around the cold hilt of the dagger. He shut his eyes, and with it, the world. The anticipatory expressions of his teammates, the curious eyes of the doctor, the hum of the refrigerators and buzz of the lights overhead. He concentrated on the icy steel in his fingers. And it's essence.
At first there was nothing, then he saw it, of rather, sensed it. The warm glow was a brand among the frozen toendra of the inanimate object. He drew toward it with his mind and felt the heat envelope him and brought with it the light at the end of the tunnel.
She had almost lost sight of him in the bustle of the crowd. Once they had gone out onto the deck, it had been easier to spot the tall, burly man as he threaded around the ship to the engine room.
She waits at the corner until the man disappears over the threshold, then races vooruit, voorwaarts to catch the door before it slams shut. As quickly as she can without tripping on the him of the silk dress, the predator ascends the metal staircase to the seconde door where her prey had gone to. Slips into the room before the heavy door falls into place.
With no barrier against it, the roar of the engine room is deafening. In the dim light, it takes her a moment to detect the particular shadow of the man among the machinery.
He is crouched, his back to her. The box he is meddling with blinks red.
"Disarm is," she orders. The man jumps up and whirls around, the metal shoe-box she has already already identified as a bomb is clutched in his hands. He chuckles. "This, girly?"
"Disarm it. Now."
"And if I do'n't?"
She sweeps the slit in her dress to the side, exposing the sheath strapped to her thigh and pulls the hidden weapon from it. The familiar weight of the blade in her hand is reassuring as she faces the madman holding the explosive. "I'll disarm you."
"It's already set. u kill me, u kill eve'yone on dis boat." He says this with a hint of fear in his voice. No experienced terrorist would falter at the sight of one knife. But if he's a rookie, then how did he sneak past all of the guards to get on the ship and evade Ruse's telepathic influence? Her teammate would have picked up on the threatening thoughts, wouldn't he have?
"I know someone u could disarm it," she assures. The truth is a partial one. Adam, the youngest of the Kenways, had a knack for creating stink bombs and timer explosives. Whether he could take one apart was another matter.
The man is shaking in his boots now as he thinks he has lost his leverage. She can practically see the fear radiating off him. "I-I ca'n't do dat," he stammers. Maybe it isn't fear that is creating the glow that forms a halo of goud around the trembling man. For the first time she sees the glint of something grasped between his left hand and the box that contains the explosive. "He'll kill meh."
"Who?" she asks.
"Him, h-he- no, I ca'n't!"
"Sir," she lowers her voice, "there are people's lives at stake. u don't want to do this."
"No, I do'n't!" he's panicking, the glow nearly blinding. It is coming right from him, she observes as she lifts the hand not holding the weapon to shield her squinting eyes. "I ca'n't stop it. Help me!"
"How?"
"Kill me!" the man begs. "There's no other way!"
She hesitates. "Hurry! Wha's so hard 'bout it? u were goin' to do it a moment ago, weren't you?"
The roar of the engines has been drowned out door a buzzing like that of a electromagnetic current in her ears; the terrorist was a shadow in the white light. She's blinded, yet can make out the target that would end the mayhem; deafened, yet can hear the shouts of, "Do it! Whatre u waitin' for?!".
I'm sorry. She raises the ballistic knife, feels the recoil as the blade ejects from the hilt, stumbles back and trips, falls behind a water heater. She is aware for one moment of a stab of pain in her leg, then thunder claps and water rushes into the hull.
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. u going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like u Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. u going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like u Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
Name: varen, fern Elizabeth Ameer.
Alias: Delirious.
Appearance: Pale. Blood red hair. Sapphire eyes. Scar that runs from her eyebrow to cheek. Golden Wings.
Civvies: Green hoodie, black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
'Stume: Picture.
Powers: Flight(wings)*You didn't see that coming, did ya?*Wink**.
Skills: Hunting. Extremely advanced senses.
Past: Escapee from the School, took shelter at a circus. Hid her wings from others, started accidentally killing everyone. Fled to Germany, hiding her wings for a year, came back to USA.
Notes:
~Fear of heights, despite her birdy-nature.
~Can make her wings blend into her skin, but only for a short period of time, due to it getting extremely uncomfortable.
~Finds interest in rain.
I just had to! And if u request, I will wis her...
EXTREME SPOILERS FOR DIVIDED WE FALL AHEAD!!!! IF u HAVE NOT READ THE vorige BOOK, DO NOT READ THIS PREVIEW!!!
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara zei once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam zei softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned vooruit, voorwaarts and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam zei softly. "I'm glad we're vrienden Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty seconden before returning to her computer.
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara zei once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam zei softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned vooruit, voorwaarts and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam zei softly. "I'm glad we're vrienden Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty seconden before returning to her computer.
Alias: Eden
Age: 10 yrs
Nicknames: Gen, Genny, Genny-la
Powers: Flight, Invulnerability, controls but cant become brand and water.
Skills: straat fighting experience
Weapons: Two guns hidden in her overhemd, shirt and pocket knife.
Bio:
Harley's not clone but sister, After Lex Found her DNA, it was gegeven to CADMUS. where they tried to re clone her, after realizing their tries were in vain, they decided on simplicity, Give Harley a sister.
They successfully created the girl, calling her Genesis.
They released her and led her to Harley.
Notes:
-This is part of her bio
- Who she is will soon be revealed.
- hates Superman and Batman and Superboy
- Doesn't like Skylar nor Wolf, of Sy.
- really smart
Daily Episode
dag Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated door the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led door Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as zei superhero of (b) you're positive no one will get harmed door the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
dag Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated door the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led door Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as zei superhero of (b) you're positive no one will get harmed door the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.