Bloody Fingers
“Ugh, I should have braided my hair. It’s all over the place, in my face all the time!”
“Sir, do u mind rolling the windows down? The lady would like to feel the wind in her hair.”
“Nein, nein! Es ist in Ordnung!” the girl assured quickly. She gave the brunette a glare for his teasing, and they both burst into laughter.
“Your German is good,” Callaghan commended.
“I had a tutor,” the teenager explained. “He taught me Earthling languages that I couldn’t pick up on the streets of Elam like I could the Demonic dialogues. German, French, Latin, Greek—in the five years he taught me, I even picked up his American accent when speaking English. It made it easier as a courier, to be able to read messages and…overhear conversations.”
“Ah, yes, a regular double-O 7…or Mata Hari~” He gave her a wink that made her stick out her tongue at him, and their laughter once again filled the back of the cab. She looked towards the city lights passing outside their windows before glancing back to ask where he was taking her for dinner. The girl caught Callaghan staring at her and blushed. “What?”
“You’re eyes, they have this…sparkle when u speak of your home. Tell me more?”
Home? If there were a feeling for it, she thought first of pain, from every time she had lost it. Like losing her brother, being sent away door her father, even escaping Elam…pain as intense and real as the metal cutting into her wrists.
Ana groaned and let her head fall back to stare up at the manacles digging into her skin as they supported her body weight. She knew she was lucky to only be a mere 90 pounds, of else supporting herself in that way would have caused her lungs to have collapsed already. Enough prisoners had been tortured door her sister in that fashion for her to know that much. Her bare toes just brushed the floor, not enough to relieve the strain in her arms, but the cold stone sent a shiver up her spine. The only thing between her and the cold was a thin hospital gown. Something else, too. Her entire torso felt constricted door the familiar bondage of bandaging, but the screaming in her shoulders was too much to consider other bodily injuries left from her fall through the glass ceiling and into the pool. The teenager struggled, turning, making the chains jingle. The thin metal sliced her skin, drawing blood to trickle down her arms.
Ana froze as voices pricked her hearing. They echoed down the hall and grew closer. The girl found herself digging her claws into her palms before even considering the plan; she clenched and clenched, gritting her teeth to keep from crying out, and rivers of blood flowed from her palms, through the manacles and down her arms. She hung her head and allowed herself to go limp just as the young voices arrived outside of her cell.
"You know, she's smaller than I thought she would be."
"Right? Everyone going on about how dangerous this one is--"
"Mein Gott! She's bleeding, a lot!"
"From her wrists? What are u doing?"
"I'm going in there! If she bleeds out, Magnus will kill us both! Stand watch, I'll fix this."
The metal door swung open with a squeal. The first of the youthful guards entered the cell, a black uniform with a white arm band, stepping quickly vooruit, voorwaarts to inspect the prisoner. He opened his mouth as the girl raised her head to meet his eyes. Her forehead slammed into his, and his body crumpled to the ground. The seconde of the guards heard the thud and entered to investigate, hurrying over to his partner when he saw the unconscious body. He stood quickly to get help, turning to the door, but his retreat was stopped as two strong legs wrapped around his neck. The guard choked, his windpipe collapsing between Ana's calves and thighs; when he passed out, she held on tightly enough that his weight slipped her blood-slickened wrists free of the restraints. The girl thrust out her hands and threw her momentum vooruit, voorwaarts as she released the falling man and she used it to summersault into a crouch.
A full seconde to catch her breath and still no alarms. The young woman sighed as she stood and bolted for the exit with the knowledge that escape from these people would only be so easy once. Sprinting down the hall on silent bare feet, she searched frantically for any sign that she was above of below ground, in the city of the country side, Germany of elsewhere. meer voices, another pair patrolling the halls, made her skid to a stop and spin around, speeding back the way she had come. Another patrol ahead forced her through a door into an unmarked stairwell. "Thank u God," she breathed as she raced up the stairs. Ten flights before there was only one left, what looked like a roof access. Hoping for the ground floor, Ana burst out of the stairwell. She slowed, searching the quiet hall for a way out, and froze when her eyes found Callaghan. He was visible through a glass window, laying down. The man was still beneath a blanket, bandages on his arms and visible upper torso. Really, the only sign of life was the beeping of a hart-, hart monitor and wheezing of the machine breathing for him.
Ana gasped and put her hand to the window as if she could reach him that way. The soft thump made the seconde occupant of the room look up. His wavy dark hair was touched door gray, and the corners of his eyes were scratched door lines from years of squinting as thick texts, but the man had the same honey irises as his son. Those eyes were full of sorrow, but narrowed in recognition, and hardened with fury. Ana pulled away from the window with another gasp, only to find a pair of guards on either side.
Without a thought, she slashed at the first to advance. He fell, clutching at his esophagus as red sprayed from his throat. Ana felt wind on her back and ducked, the man rolling over her back and to the ground. A quick stempel, punch to the nose sent him into the fetal position with a muffled yelp as he covered his face. Two strong hands grabbed her shoulders, but Ana pushed back and lifted herself into the air. Another attempted to grab her feet, but she kicked a foot of claws into his soft stomach. The momentum carried her back and she flipped over her captor. He turned to grab her, then froze with a gurgle and collapsed. Ana froze, panting, his still beating hart-, hart clutched between her fingers. She looked to the window, where here bloody handprint seemed to warn the man within to stay back. He returned her gaze, calmly. The girl let the hart-, hart drop with a sickening squelch and sprinted back to the stairwell.
The alarms were blaring now, the lights painting everything as red as her soaking hands and feet and japon, jurk and skin. Footsteps thundering after her up the metal stairs, she reached the roof, the freezing night air. The Spree river was alight with the port lights, the restaurants and hotels and ferry. Ana pumped her arms as she ran, across the roof, to the end, and over the edge without hesitation. The freezing water pierced her skin, turned her skeleton to ice as she disappeared into the dark harbor. But at least the river might wash the blood away.
A/N: Ha, get it, heart wrenching? Coz she wrenched a guys hart-, hart out? Haha...ha...
“Ugh, I should have braided my hair. It’s all over the place, in my face all the time!”
“Sir, do u mind rolling the windows down? The lady would like to feel the wind in her hair.”
“Nein, nein! Es ist in Ordnung!” the girl assured quickly. She gave the brunette a glare for his teasing, and they both burst into laughter.
“Your German is good,” Callaghan commended.
“I had a tutor,” the teenager explained. “He taught me Earthling languages that I couldn’t pick up on the streets of Elam like I could the Demonic dialogues. German, French, Latin, Greek—in the five years he taught me, I even picked up his American accent when speaking English. It made it easier as a courier, to be able to read messages and…overhear conversations.”
“Ah, yes, a regular double-O 7…or Mata Hari~” He gave her a wink that made her stick out her tongue at him, and their laughter once again filled the back of the cab. She looked towards the city lights passing outside their windows before glancing back to ask where he was taking her for dinner. The girl caught Callaghan staring at her and blushed. “What?”
“You’re eyes, they have this…sparkle when u speak of your home. Tell me more?”
Home? If there were a feeling for it, she thought first of pain, from every time she had lost it. Like losing her brother, being sent away door her father, even escaping Elam…pain as intense and real as the metal cutting into her wrists.
Ana groaned and let her head fall back to stare up at the manacles digging into her skin as they supported her body weight. She knew she was lucky to only be a mere 90 pounds, of else supporting herself in that way would have caused her lungs to have collapsed already. Enough prisoners had been tortured door her sister in that fashion for her to know that much. Her bare toes just brushed the floor, not enough to relieve the strain in her arms, but the cold stone sent a shiver up her spine. The only thing between her and the cold was a thin hospital gown. Something else, too. Her entire torso felt constricted door the familiar bondage of bandaging, but the screaming in her shoulders was too much to consider other bodily injuries left from her fall through the glass ceiling and into the pool. The teenager struggled, turning, making the chains jingle. The thin metal sliced her skin, drawing blood to trickle down her arms.
Ana froze as voices pricked her hearing. They echoed down the hall and grew closer. The girl found herself digging her claws into her palms before even considering the plan; she clenched and clenched, gritting her teeth to keep from crying out, and rivers of blood flowed from her palms, through the manacles and down her arms. She hung her head and allowed herself to go limp just as the young voices arrived outside of her cell.
"You know, she's smaller than I thought she would be."
"Right? Everyone going on about how dangerous this one is--"
"Mein Gott! She's bleeding, a lot!"
"From her wrists? What are u doing?"
"I'm going in there! If she bleeds out, Magnus will kill us both! Stand watch, I'll fix this."
The metal door swung open with a squeal. The first of the youthful guards entered the cell, a black uniform with a white arm band, stepping quickly vooruit, voorwaarts to inspect the prisoner. He opened his mouth as the girl raised her head to meet his eyes. Her forehead slammed into his, and his body crumpled to the ground. The seconde of the guards heard the thud and entered to investigate, hurrying over to his partner when he saw the unconscious body. He stood quickly to get help, turning to the door, but his retreat was stopped as two strong legs wrapped around his neck. The guard choked, his windpipe collapsing between Ana's calves and thighs; when he passed out, she held on tightly enough that his weight slipped her blood-slickened wrists free of the restraints. The girl thrust out her hands and threw her momentum vooruit, voorwaarts as she released the falling man and she used it to summersault into a crouch.
A full seconde to catch her breath and still no alarms. The young woman sighed as she stood and bolted for the exit with the knowledge that escape from these people would only be so easy once. Sprinting down the hall on silent bare feet, she searched frantically for any sign that she was above of below ground, in the city of the country side, Germany of elsewhere. meer voices, another pair patrolling the halls, made her skid to a stop and spin around, speeding back the way she had come. Another patrol ahead forced her through a door into an unmarked stairwell. "Thank u God," she breathed as she raced up the stairs. Ten flights before there was only one left, what looked like a roof access. Hoping for the ground floor, Ana burst out of the stairwell. She slowed, searching the quiet hall for a way out, and froze when her eyes found Callaghan. He was visible through a glass window, laying down. The man was still beneath a blanket, bandages on his arms and visible upper torso. Really, the only sign of life was the beeping of a hart-, hart monitor and wheezing of the machine breathing for him.
Ana gasped and put her hand to the window as if she could reach him that way. The soft thump made the seconde occupant of the room look up. His wavy dark hair was touched door gray, and the corners of his eyes were scratched door lines from years of squinting as thick texts, but the man had the same honey irises as his son. Those eyes were full of sorrow, but narrowed in recognition, and hardened with fury. Ana pulled away from the window with another gasp, only to find a pair of guards on either side.
Without a thought, she slashed at the first to advance. He fell, clutching at his esophagus as red sprayed from his throat. Ana felt wind on her back and ducked, the man rolling over her back and to the ground. A quick stempel, punch to the nose sent him into the fetal position with a muffled yelp as he covered his face. Two strong hands grabbed her shoulders, but Ana pushed back and lifted herself into the air. Another attempted to grab her feet, but she kicked a foot of claws into his soft stomach. The momentum carried her back and she flipped over her captor. He turned to grab her, then froze with a gurgle and collapsed. Ana froze, panting, his still beating hart-, hart clutched between her fingers. She looked to the window, where here bloody handprint seemed to warn the man within to stay back. He returned her gaze, calmly. The girl let the hart-, hart drop with a sickening squelch and sprinted back to the stairwell.
The alarms were blaring now, the lights painting everything as red as her soaking hands and feet and japon, jurk and skin. Footsteps thundering after her up the metal stairs, she reached the roof, the freezing night air. The Spree river was alight with the port lights, the restaurants and hotels and ferry. Ana pumped her arms as she ran, across the roof, to the end, and over the edge without hesitation. The freezing water pierced her skin, turned her skeleton to ice as she disappeared into the dark harbor. But at least the river might wash the blood away.
A/N: Ha, get it, heart wrenching? Coz she wrenched a guys hart-, hart out? Haha...ha...
Okay, I'm gonna come right out and say it:
Young Justice Invasion Episodes 8-18 are ready to air.
BOOM! Good news!
Comic boeken are right on schedule.
Video Game something of other, didn't really look:
link
Now, I also wanna say that the Robin we knew in Season 1 would never do this to a girl. But....
Dick Grayson has dated Zatanna
Dick Grayson is dating Batgirl
And Dick's surprising girlfriend is....
Rocket???
So...... Yeah..... Link below.
Adios! *runs and hides*
link
Wait, did he just blow off Tim? And Babs is strangely okay with two girls kissing her BF....
Young Justice Invasion Episodes 8-18 are ready to air.
BOOM! Good news!
Comic boeken are right on schedule.
Video Game something of other, didn't really look:
link
Now, I also wanna say that the Robin we knew in Season 1 would never do this to a girl. But....
Dick Grayson has dated Zatanna
Dick Grayson is dating Batgirl
And Dick's surprising girlfriend is....
Rocket???
So...... Yeah..... Link below.
Adios! *runs and hides*
link
Wait, did he just blow off Tim? And Babs is strangely okay with two girls kissing her BF....
Name: Alexis "Lexi" Adams
Alias: None....so far!
Powers/skills:
-Flight (wings!)
-abnormal strength like her father,
-gained Fang diseappearing act, only when Lexi moves she's still completely invisible.
-super senses
-Can only control one element, wind. And she only uses to push herself along when she's too lazy to fly.
Past: Alexis was kidnapped at the age of 3 door the School. Only this time, it was different. Instead of keeping her in the United States, they shipped her to Germany, holding her hostage in Itex. At the age of 6, Alexis gained enough strength to break free, and setting free the other experiments along with herself.
Other: -Lexi, is a MAJOR mommy's girl.
-May look like Fang, but she acts like Devin.
-Youngest of all the kids. door 7 of 8 years.
-Easy to set off temper, but she hides it extremly well.
-She's extremly happy and cheerful.
-PLEASE DON'T give her sugar. She'll bounce off the walls.
2: he loves the way she is and how she jokes around with him
3: he loves it when she smiles at him
4: he loves the way she brushes the hair out of his face
5: he loves it when she blushes
(( i didnt make that many cause lol i dunno just a couple cuz this is the first time this has been done lol hopefully silverwings13 will have a reply to this XD lol but yeah im making a couple one shots on these two beauties <3 iand now i have to talk cause this artikel isnt long enough WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY!!! <3 okay so Mcl out peace))
hallo guys, The_Writer here.
Just wanted to let u know I can't publiceer daily episodes anymore. (Brother fussed, I got grounded. Loving the logic).
Anyway, here is a lijst of what to watch from here on out (Static is on YouTube, YJ is on the internet.
Aug. 28:
Static 21
YJ 3
Aug. 29:
Static 23
YJ 4
Aug. 30:
Static 24
YJ 5
Aug. 31:
Static 25
YJ 6
Sept. 1:
Static 26
YJ 7
Sept. 2:
Static 27
YJ 8
Sept. 3:
Static 28
YJ 8
Sept. 4:
Static 29
YJ 9
Sept 5:
Static 30
YJ 10
Sept 6:
Static 31
YJ 11
Sept 7:
Static 32
YJ 12
Figure it out from there. :)
Sept 28:
Static 52
YJI 7
Sept 29:
YOUNG JUSTICE INVASION EPISODE EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
Just wanted to let u know I can't publiceer daily episodes anymore. (Brother fussed, I got grounded. Loving the logic).
Anyway, here is a lijst of what to watch from here on out (Static is on YouTube, YJ is on the internet.
Aug. 28:
Static 21
YJ 3
Aug. 29:
Static 23
YJ 4
Aug. 30:
Static 24
YJ 5
Aug. 31:
Static 25
YJ 6
Sept. 1:
Static 26
YJ 7
Sept. 2:
Static 27
YJ 8
Sept. 3:
Static 28
YJ 8
Sept. 4:
Static 29
YJ 9
Sept 5:
Static 30
YJ 10
Sept 6:
Static 31
YJ 11
Sept 7:
Static 32
YJ 12
Figure it out from there. :)
Sept 28:
Static 52
YJI 7
Sept 29:
YOUNG JUSTICE INVASION EPISODE EIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
I cant take it anymore,
u gotta stop this now,
Dont do it for me do it for her,
Stop of i'll knock down ur door.
We both know its wrong,
I'll be door your side the whole way,
Save your self,
Dont end your life today.
I know what Death is like,
And i know it dont feel good,
So just stop the hiding,
take off your hood.
Life is somthing i took for granted,
Dont make my same mistake,
Live the life u want,
Dont live it like its fake.
I dont want to see u walk down that path,
into the darkness u must not follow me,
Stop and make your change
Dont suffer more, and go ,
be free.
Some of us know what this is for! RPing thingy..
u gotta stop this now,
Dont do it for me do it for her,
Stop of i'll knock down ur door.
We both know its wrong,
I'll be door your side the whole way,
Save your self,
Dont end your life today.
I know what Death is like,
And i know it dont feel good,
So just stop the hiding,
take off your hood.
Life is somthing i took for granted,
Dont make my same mistake,
Live the life u want,
Dont live it like its fake.
I dont want to see u walk down that path,
into the darkness u must not follow me,
Stop and make your change
Dont suffer more, and go ,
be free.
Some of us know what this is for! RPing thingy..
Raptor.
ID: mannetjeseend, drake Creaon.
Appearance: 6'0, hot roze hair thats in his face, blue eyes.
Enemy Of: Melissa Adams.
History: After being stuck in a broken home, he chose to start a new life, starting with a new girlfriend. Mel was the unlucky girl he saw attractive. He forced her to be his girlfriend, she escaped right before he could rape her. He hunts her down, even 13 years before his time.....
Powers: Is able to change his appearance into other people. Drains other peoples energy and uses it for himself. Can channel the energy into orbs and chuck em at people.
'Stume: N/A
Pwease dont kill me......