WARNING: This is violent. There isn't a happy ending. If Du choose to read, be prepared.
“How long has it been?” “Almost a month.” “How is she still alive?! Du sagte she'd be ours within the week!” “Calm down; we underestimated her. But we won't do that again. She has to break soon. Then we can mold her again.” “You better or-” “Or what?! Du don't have any power without us!” “Don't kill her. Du need her as much as I do.”
The boy winced in pain as he was drug Von his hemd, shirt Von Nicolette, and a fistful of hair held Von Kori. Kori seemed to march her way through the watchtower, eyes glued vorwärts-, nach vorn as she was silent. Nicolette scurried along, her ears tucked low as she waved at people. "Where are we even going?" The boy only stumbled along, taking in the sights around him. He got no answer, but was only pushed along more, this time Mehr ruggedly. Fang stopped mid-sentence when Kori and NIcolette entered the room, his eyes moving from one of his children to the other. "Who is this, and why does my daughter look like...
Ana stretched her arms as she sat back in her seat, sighing as she slouched in the tall chair and surveyed the crowded bar. Between the time she had arrived with Callaghan and the time she finished her food, the relaxed abendessen crowd had been replaced Von rowdy evening drinkers.
There were mostly young adults, couples and friend groups. A teenager in a flowered sun dress cuddled up to a young man in a jean jacke and beanie. There was even a band consisting of a violinist, drummer, and guitarist setting up their equipment in the back corner.
Name: Reyna (Ray-na) Jackson Alias: Hyde Occupation: Translator; vigilante; student Powers: Siren Song, Levitation, Abnormal strength, Wings, Mermaid Weaknesses If she expels too much power, she will pass out. She is not invulnerable to weapons. She can only levitate herself for short periods of time. Skills/talents: She is fluent in sign language, English, and understands animals. History: Reyna was born the daughter of a human man and a mermaid. Her parents met young and married. As time went on, her...
Outside the Wand of floor-to-ceiling windows was a maze of red steepled roof tops. Patches of green disrupted the city scape and, winding aimlessly through it at its own free will, was the wayward Spree. The rain had ceased and rays of sun beamed through the spent clouds to create glittering spotlights on the dark river's surface. Taped to the window's surface just above eye level were polaroid pictures of the city taken from different heights and angles. The river appeared in the montage again and again, populated with boats oder bridges oder pedestrians.
The darkness was pierced Von the light shining from the open door. A solitary figure stepped into the room, looking around for the object of their study. There was half a Sekunde of fright before they spotted it. A little black ball in the corner. With a soft sigh, he walked closer. The ball moved, weakly lifting it's head as the other approached. It hissed feebly, unable to do more. It had been days, almost a week since she'd been there. And almost a week since she'd had anything but the daily portion of water. She had become too weak to even hold her human form and had reverted to her cat...
The drizzle of rain was cool on her skin. She raised her arms to wonder at the minuscule droplets the same size and shape as the freckles decorating her bare arms and shoulders. Weeks had passed since the events in Venice. This was the first time she had been able to talk her way off the ship since then. The rain drops seemed to wash away the claustrophobia of being trapped on the ship with her traitorous brother and worsening nightmares of her sister. She tipped her head back and the peaceful feeling dissipated.
The sound of an alarm was the only thing that brought the boy to, not the eerie silence of the apartment, oder the screeching siren that sounded throughout Gotham's streets. An outstretched arm hit the snooze button before rising, blonde hair hanging over his face. Shane grumbled out and turned the alarm off completely, staring at the blurry clock face. "It's almost noon.." He turned and looked out over the window, dragging himself out of bett to push the curtains open. The male then frowned at the gray skies and rain that left downtown Gotham in an overcast. He turned from the window and walked...
Grey snowflakes danced in the wind. The air stank of burning hair and flesh. In the dark crimson tint of the Dessert planet's infamous scarlet moon, pools of blood became inky black puddles reflecting the remains of the courtyard. Callaghan Rurik could feel the feuer at his back as it raged through the army barracks. Screams were whipped to and fro Von the ghastly wind, making it impossible to tell if the wails came from behind oder ahead. For ahead the Autor of this macabre scene continued her vengeful tirade. Callaghan's eyes drifted over the dark...
I Liebe this song it actually describes for someone I Liebe and Suits Ari and jaime totally,they really Liebe each other and were meant to be their Liebe is endless (srry if i got a little carried away I'm a romantic and just Liebe love) .
HI, i'm alive I swear. Sorry for no updates, work and school has been kicking my butt lately. Plus, I have 0 motivation and only wanna write little one-shots that I shouldn't but I wanna because they're cute. help me.
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