The room was painted with a mixture of shadows and moon light. The house was silent, minus the sound of the wood creaking. The girl was asleep, a smile painted across her face. She stepped into the light, kneeling beside her.
“Hello child. Bella Morta calls you.”
She reached to take the child, but found someone already had. She heard the swish of a coat.
“And what does Death want with her?”
She stood.
“Terror.”
She faced where he stood in the shadows.
“Give me my child.”
“Lizzie would be safer with a pack of Wölfe than with you.”
He heard her laugh.
“My child is safest with me.”
“Not while Death controls you.”
She pulled out her gun and pointed it at him.
“Hand. Me. My. Child!”
“Don't point that thing. Du may hit her.”
She froze and he could see her eyes flash brown. They turned back to red.
“I want my child!”
“Good bye Becca.”
He backed away, keeping a tight hold on the girl in his arms. She heard him Bewegen and came closer. All she found was the wall. She growled and replaced her gun.
“Next time Monster.”
He tumbled in the shadows, keeping her close. He hit ground. Terror sat up and looked at the child in his arms. The marking on her neck was pulsing a silver color. He knew it was dangerous to bring a child of light into the dark realms of the shadows. But he had had no other choice. He knew shadows could not kill, but they could change a child of light drastically. He stood with her in his arms and made his way home. He stepped inside the threshold and placed her on the bed. He closed the door quickly.
“You bring a child.”
He turned to the voice, nodding.
“Yes. The war has begun and she was a pawn.”
“I'm glad Du brought her.”
He sat Weiter to his guest.
“I had no clue Du were coming tonight.”
“I wasn't aware of it either.”
“Did they find you?”
“No. Almost.”
Terror nodded and looked at the small fire. He took several breaths, watching the flame flicker. Bilder passed through the fire, each one pulsing with new life. A cup was pushed in his hands and Terror looked away from the fire.
“Here. Drink.”
“Not yet.”
His guest moved behind him.
“It's pulsing.”
“I feel it.”
“Remove your shirt. Let me see.”
Without a Sekunde thought, Terror pulled off his trench mantel and shirt. The marks on his back were pulsing, giving off a dark blue light. A hand slid down his back.
“Terror...”
“There's a lot of fear tonight Kid.”
He let out a sudden growl, clenching his hands into fists. Hands were placed on his, causing them to relax. His guest whispered in his ear.
“I wish I could help.”
“Just...get me the drink.”
The cup, which had been left Von the fire, was pushed back into his hands. He downed the drink, leaning against his guest.
“Feel better?”
“Yes. They pulsing?”
“No. But Du got a new one.”
“Figures.”
They heard a light moan and both turned to the bed. The girl on the bett was waking up. And she had become a young woman.
“Hello child. Bella Morta calls you.”
She reached to take the child, but found someone already had. She heard the swish of a coat.
“And what does Death want with her?”
She stood.
“Terror.”
She faced where he stood in the shadows.
“Give me my child.”
“Lizzie would be safer with a pack of Wölfe than with you.”
He heard her laugh.
“My child is safest with me.”
“Not while Death controls you.”
She pulled out her gun and pointed it at him.
“Hand. Me. My. Child!”
“Don't point that thing. Du may hit her.”
She froze and he could see her eyes flash brown. They turned back to red.
“I want my child!”
“Good bye Becca.”
He backed away, keeping a tight hold on the girl in his arms. She heard him Bewegen and came closer. All she found was the wall. She growled and replaced her gun.
“Next time Monster.”
He tumbled in the shadows, keeping her close. He hit ground. Terror sat up and looked at the child in his arms. The marking on her neck was pulsing a silver color. He knew it was dangerous to bring a child of light into the dark realms of the shadows. But he had had no other choice. He knew shadows could not kill, but they could change a child of light drastically. He stood with her in his arms and made his way home. He stepped inside the threshold and placed her on the bed. He closed the door quickly.
“You bring a child.”
He turned to the voice, nodding.
“Yes. The war has begun and she was a pawn.”
“I'm glad Du brought her.”
He sat Weiter to his guest.
“I had no clue Du were coming tonight.”
“I wasn't aware of it either.”
“Did they find you?”
“No. Almost.”
Terror nodded and looked at the small fire. He took several breaths, watching the flame flicker. Bilder passed through the fire, each one pulsing with new life. A cup was pushed in his hands and Terror looked away from the fire.
“Here. Drink.”
“Not yet.”
His guest moved behind him.
“It's pulsing.”
“I feel it.”
“Remove your shirt. Let me see.”
Without a Sekunde thought, Terror pulled off his trench mantel and shirt. The marks on his back were pulsing, giving off a dark blue light. A hand slid down his back.
“Terror...”
“There's a lot of fear tonight Kid.”
He let out a sudden growl, clenching his hands into fists. Hands were placed on his, causing them to relax. His guest whispered in his ear.
“I wish I could help.”
“Just...get me the drink.”
The cup, which had been left Von the fire, was pushed back into his hands. He downed the drink, leaning against his guest.
“Feel better?”
“Yes. They pulsing?”
“No. But Du got a new one.”
“Figures.”
They heard a light moan and both turned to the bed. The girl on the bett was waking up. And she had become a young woman.
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack oder just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can Bewegen at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back feuer on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
age:16
alias:Angel
Species:angel
hero outfit: black pants,blacktanktop,black sanals black mask
civvies:nothing special changes a lot
powers:sorcery,brings back the dead(only if she wants to),flying, preminitions,and telekinisis,
BG story:Anya came to America leaving the Russian Revolution with her family on a plane on her 16th birthday when the plane crashed and the whole family died,and she was turned into an angel.After a few years she decided she wanted to come back to earth to stay so God let her in return of her wings,so her wings were clipped and she fell to earth.
<3<3<3 hope Du enjoyed!
name:Adaam Wyatt
age:9
alias:Denver
civvies:nothing special
hero suit:tight black pants and hemd, shirt w/ black ankle boots.
weapon:fire sword
powers:manipulates fire,superspeed,cloning,black magic,and is an empath
BG story:He was Minions nephew and used to help him out until one Tag he decided he wanted to be good and make a difference and only kreuz and Lily trust him,but he's very kindhearted and gentle,he's also has his moments where he gets alittle bit sensitive,but he's really tough and cool.
<3<3<3 hope Du liked it.
age:9
alias:Denver
civvies:nothing special
hero suit:tight black pants and hemd, shirt w/ black ankle boots.
weapon:fire sword
powers:manipulates fire,superspeed,cloning,black magic,and is an empath
BG story:He was Minions nephew and used to help him out until one Tag he decided he wanted to be good and make a difference and only kreuz and Lily trust him,but he's very kindhearted and gentle,he's also has his moments where he gets alittle bit sensitive,but he's really tough and cool.
<3<3<3 hope Du liked it.