She smirked running her hand down the nape of his neck leaving a burning sensation with her touch, he winced but refused to Zeigen weakness, she let out a small sigh staring into his eyes that refused to look into hers. " Cmon sweetie......you cant just look at me...." she muttered seductivly, he hesitated and finally glanced at her with a glare. " Why are Du doing this...." he muttered out, " doing what....im doing so much already...." she muttered with a smirk in his ear letting the heat hit his ear like the heat of sitting too close to a fireplace that Du could never get away from. " Doing this....all of this....why cant Du just let me go.....", " now the boss wouldnt like that....im here to keep Du from getting out of line along with the other prisioners here...." she muttered looking at him with her rich orange eyes that suprisingly showed innocence and good instead of guilt and evil. " Why choose to keep me here then..." Bentley muttered " why keep anyone down here in this dark hole, dont Du know that im used to this, dont Du know this isnt new to me ". She bit her lip and stood up and made her way to the bar doors, " why do Du bring people down here, why do Du keep them down here ", her pale fingers and nails that were painted the colour of blood wrapped around one of the cold bars as she store ahead of her thinking about his words. " Our people down here die.....were not like Du creatures that live for the darkness and lonleyness reality brings in this world.... we need to Zeigen that were not weak....were going to Zeigen were not going to be under estimated....were going to win this war....." she muttered out with an echo, as she let go of the bar and it slid open automatically, as she walked off with clatters that made their way disappearing down the hallway the sound of the bar door closing once Mehr and a click of the lock filled the room before everything went silence once more.
As her red heels walked Von another dark cell two red eyes peered up watching her make her way up the stairs, she ran up to the bars peering as best she could outside of her cell, darkness crept its way into the room as the door that locked this room up closed with a creak and slam. Dull torches barely lit the stone hallway making just the tiniest bit of light for those who dwell down here to see something a bit familiar to the world and light in the real world beyond this world.
As her red heels walked Von another dark cell two red eyes peered up watching her make her way up the stairs, she ran up to the bars peering as best she could outside of her cell, darkness crept its way into the room as the door that locked this room up closed with a creak and slam. Dull torches barely lit the stone hallway making just the tiniest bit of light for those who dwell down here to see something a bit familiar to the world and light in the real world beyond this world.
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Tag Fifty-One:
Static Shock Episode Two: "Aftershock"
Link: link
Summary: As a result of last episode's explosion, metahumans are everywhere and most of them are committing crimes. Virgil begins to fight crime as Static, and when F-Stop returns, now possessing the metahuman ability to control feuer and renaming himself "Hotstreak", Virgil is ready to beat him once and for all.
IMPORTANT: Once again, please ignore what YouTube says, this and the first episode's Titel were reversed. After today, no more! Enjoy!!!! Kommentar if you're following along!
Tag Fifty-One:
Static Shock Episode Two: "Aftershock"
Link: link
Summary: As a result of last episode's explosion, metahumans are everywhere and most of them are committing crimes. Virgil begins to fight crime as Static, and when F-Stop returns, now possessing the metahuman ability to control feuer and renaming himself "Hotstreak", Virgil is ready to beat him once and for all.
IMPORTANT: Once again, please ignore what YouTube says, this and the first episode's Titel were reversed. After today, no more! Enjoy!!!! Kommentar if you're following along!
The Face.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My Friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream oder cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My Friends have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream oder cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.