There was a dull roar in his ears, what he knew immediately to be applause. Yet when Callaghan blinked his eyes up at the blinding fluorescent lights, he thought himself to at first be alone. There was a heaviness to his body that set him into a momentary panic. But the smell of disinfectant and cotton blanket beneath his fingertips explained the circumstances to him.
Turning his head allowed the young warlock to find a man apparently twice his age sitting in a chair in front of the television, watching a black-and-white film of an ice skater. The whirling athlete on screen was a young teenager, with raven dark hair properly slicked back. His outfit appeared to be a dress jas and pants, almost a military uniform, unlike the glittering outfits skaters wore nowadays. But meer dazzling than his fluid movements of sophisticated appearance was his strikingly confident, exuberant smile.
“He became the youngest goud medalist in ice skating in history that year.” Wilhelm Magnus’ voice jarred Callaghan from his reverie. He was unsure of how his father even realized he was awake, but kept his wondering to himself to avoid interrupting. “It’s a shame that he was competing for a country that wasn’t his own…or under a name that wasn’t his own. Thomas Romanov…he was a lover until the end, not a fighter. I suppose that’s what got him killed.”
“I know, Father,” Cal finally spoke, his voice raw from disuse. How long had he been laying in the hospital bed? “Alexie Romanov’s son, the secret crown prince to Russia, until his bastard younger brother killed him when he was 16.”
“Oh, u know? u think u are so knowledgeable of the Romanovs? Just because one slept in your apartment?”
“Father, I didn’t fuck Anastasia Romanov!”
“Then u really are an idiot, aren’t you, missing such an opportunity?”
Callaghan felt his temper rising in a way only Wilhelm Magnus could enrage him. The elder warlock was now standing to face his son in a demanding figure of bellowing robes, gleaming belts, and a ruby earing that glittered in the harsh hospital lights. Even the gray streaks in Magnus’ dark hair emanated an elegant authority that tempted others to bow to him. Cal wanted nothing meer than to sit up and shout at the man, but his numb body would not obey.
“There was intel missing from your home pagina office.” Magnus had lowered his voice as if delivering a death notice. “The Romanov woman went back there after she escaped our facility and took EVERYTHING.”
The words took too long to sink in, but not even the morphine could protect Cal from the shock and pain of them. “She was…a spy? That whole time? But…?”
“You didn’t really think it was going to be that easy, did you, son? I’m starting to think u don’t understand women at all.”
“She’s not a woman,” Cal breathed before he could stop himself. “She’s so much more…fiery and fierce, but not like a feral creature. Wild animals can be caged. No, Ana is untamable…a force of nature. A tornado that rips through a room and leaves u breathless, dizzy, confused. A vulkaan that erupts and melts your very being… eyes like a blizzard that freeze u in place… u should have seen her, dancing on that tafel, tabel like the world couldn’t touch her.”
“Well, I certainly saw what she did to my guards. That in itself was a natural disaster,” Magnus grumbled, undeterred door his son’s wistful expression. “You let yourself be used, do u not realize that? She blinked her eyelashes at u and suddenly u fell madly in love with a creature that could tear u apart. As the last daughter of the Romanovs, she is the key to stabilizing our power, not someone for u to dag dream about.”
“You make her sound like a pawn, Father. Ana is meer than a piece on your game board.”
“Are u even listening to yourself!? She played you, Callaghan Ivan Rurik! u nearly lost your life for her, and all she wanted was information from you! u are just like your mother. So damned idealistic!” He spat the words and saw the effect in his son’s eyes. Cal’s face was neutral, unwilling to fall apart in front of the demanding warlock, but the hope in his yes crumbled as quickly and mightily as an avalanche. Magnus took a deep breath to stel samen himself. “You are off this case. I am reassigning your brother Casey to retrieve the girl. He’s far less inclined to fall for her tricks. Get your rest.”
With that, the man swept out of the room, the door clicking behind him with a finality that resonated in Cal’s chest. His right pointer finger pressed the button that would increase the morphine drip, and his eyelids quickly became too heavy to keep open. But not all the morphine in the world could ease the pain of the betrayal of the young woman with which he had imagined defying the world.
Turning his head allowed the young warlock to find a man apparently twice his age sitting in a chair in front of the television, watching a black-and-white film of an ice skater. The whirling athlete on screen was a young teenager, with raven dark hair properly slicked back. His outfit appeared to be a dress jas and pants, almost a military uniform, unlike the glittering outfits skaters wore nowadays. But meer dazzling than his fluid movements of sophisticated appearance was his strikingly confident, exuberant smile.
“He became the youngest goud medalist in ice skating in history that year.” Wilhelm Magnus’ voice jarred Callaghan from his reverie. He was unsure of how his father even realized he was awake, but kept his wondering to himself to avoid interrupting. “It’s a shame that he was competing for a country that wasn’t his own…or under a name that wasn’t his own. Thomas Romanov…he was a lover until the end, not a fighter. I suppose that’s what got him killed.”
“I know, Father,” Cal finally spoke, his voice raw from disuse. How long had he been laying in the hospital bed? “Alexie Romanov’s son, the secret crown prince to Russia, until his bastard younger brother killed him when he was 16.”
“Oh, u know? u think u are so knowledgeable of the Romanovs? Just because one slept in your apartment?”
“Father, I didn’t fuck Anastasia Romanov!”
“Then u really are an idiot, aren’t you, missing such an opportunity?”
Callaghan felt his temper rising in a way only Wilhelm Magnus could enrage him. The elder warlock was now standing to face his son in a demanding figure of bellowing robes, gleaming belts, and a ruby earing that glittered in the harsh hospital lights. Even the gray streaks in Magnus’ dark hair emanated an elegant authority that tempted others to bow to him. Cal wanted nothing meer than to sit up and shout at the man, but his numb body would not obey.
“There was intel missing from your home pagina office.” Magnus had lowered his voice as if delivering a death notice. “The Romanov woman went back there after she escaped our facility and took EVERYTHING.”
The words took too long to sink in, but not even the morphine could protect Cal from the shock and pain of them. “She was…a spy? That whole time? But…?”
“You didn’t really think it was going to be that easy, did you, son? I’m starting to think u don’t understand women at all.”
“She’s not a woman,” Cal breathed before he could stop himself. “She’s so much more…fiery and fierce, but not like a feral creature. Wild animals can be caged. No, Ana is untamable…a force of nature. A tornado that rips through a room and leaves u breathless, dizzy, confused. A vulkaan that erupts and melts your very being… eyes like a blizzard that freeze u in place… u should have seen her, dancing on that tafel, tabel like the world couldn’t touch her.”
“Well, I certainly saw what she did to my guards. That in itself was a natural disaster,” Magnus grumbled, undeterred door his son’s wistful expression. “You let yourself be used, do u not realize that? She blinked her eyelashes at u and suddenly u fell madly in love with a creature that could tear u apart. As the last daughter of the Romanovs, she is the key to stabilizing our power, not someone for u to dag dream about.”
“You make her sound like a pawn, Father. Ana is meer than a piece on your game board.”
“Are u even listening to yourself!? She played you, Callaghan Ivan Rurik! u nearly lost your life for her, and all she wanted was information from you! u are just like your mother. So damned idealistic!” He spat the words and saw the effect in his son’s eyes. Cal’s face was neutral, unwilling to fall apart in front of the demanding warlock, but the hope in his yes crumbled as quickly and mightily as an avalanche. Magnus took a deep breath to stel samen himself. “You are off this case. I am reassigning your brother Casey to retrieve the girl. He’s far less inclined to fall for her tricks. Get your rest.”
With that, the man swept out of the room, the door clicking behind him with a finality that resonated in Cal’s chest. His right pointer finger pressed the button that would increase the morphine drip, and his eyelids quickly became too heavy to keep open. But not all the morphine in the world could ease the pain of the betrayal of the young woman with which he had imagined defying the world.
name:BonBon Sumiru
age:17
alias:mystery
powers: teleporting,cloning,can transform into anything she wants,and sorcery
civvies:pink dress
appearance:pink hair eyes change color depending on her mood
hero outfit:work in progress
personality:sweet,funloving,funny,and a bit flamboyant
Bg story:she came from Japan when she was 13 with her dad who died a jaar later to learn the American culture and met M'gann who let her stay with her for a while and became a part of Young Justice,and later on moved into her own apartment.
extra stuff:she loves bunnies,boys with accents,people who are kind and can make hder laugh,and chocolate
<3<3<3 hope u liked it!
she also has a sense for advemture
age:17
alias:mystery
powers: teleporting,cloning,can transform into anything she wants,and sorcery
civvies:pink dress
appearance:pink hair eyes change color depending on her mood
hero outfit:work in progress
personality:sweet,funloving,funny,and a bit flamboyant
Bg story:she came from Japan when she was 13 with her dad who died a jaar later to learn the American culture and met M'gann who let her stay with her for a while and became a part of Young Justice,and later on moved into her own apartment.
extra stuff:she loves bunnies,boys with accents,people who are kind and can make hder laugh,and chocolate
<3<3<3 hope u liked it!
she also has a sense for advemture
Name:Khanna Min-ji
age:18
alias:red butterfly
powers:transforms into rabbit,controls snow and hail,super speed,creates bubbles w/hands,and manipulates water,snow,& ice
appearance:tan skin,brown hair,eyes change colors constantly
civvies:sometimes shorts and a tank-top and other times miniskirts and dresses
BG story:She came to Gotham city from Cali and met Dick Grayson who thought she could be useful to the team so he introduced her to everybody and she became good vrienden with supergirl and batgirl
<3<3<3<3hope u liked it!
ps:her family originates from japan.
age:18
alias:red butterfly
powers:transforms into rabbit,controls snow and hail,super speed,creates bubbles w/hands,and manipulates water,snow,& ice
appearance:tan skin,brown hair,eyes change colors constantly
civvies:sometimes shorts and a tank-top and other times miniskirts and dresses
BG story:She came to Gotham city from Cali and met Dick Grayson who thought she could be useful to the team so he introduced her to everybody and she became good vrienden with supergirl and batgirl
<3<3<3<3hope u liked it!
ps:her family originates from japan.
age:18
alias:goodgirl
power(s):sings muziek that controls her enemy,levitation,and *bloodance
civvies:black and blue dress(changes her outfits a lot)
herocostume:long black and blue dress black boots
BG story:park ran away from home pagina at the age of 6,because she did not like her parents and a nice young lady took her in for a while and taught Park how to play piano and violin and she learned that she had a great gift to muziek and had grown powers that came from her music,so she then joined the young justice kids,and became Goodgirl.
<3<3<3 hope u liked it :)
*bloodance is when she plays her violin really fast and makes the villain dance so much he starts to bleed to death.