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When Nye awoke, he found himself in his bett with Jennifer sitting beside him, holding his hand. She looked at him relived.

"Oh thank God," she breathed out. Nye took his hand and pushed a piece of her long dark brown hair behind her ear. She smiled at him.

"Alright," he said, shifting his position in the bed, "I need to go find some answers."

A little later in the day, Nye was racking his brain, trying hard to remember what happened in his seen future. A man? No, a girl held the gun. Was her hair brown? oder maybe it was black. But there was definitely a gun in her hand, along with some blood. He was sitting in a chair, looking up at the ceiling in a small cafe. As he looked back at the door, Rene walked in, though it took him a Minute to realize it was her. Her hair was pulled into a hat with her bangs sticking out in front, she wore sunglasses, a large sweater, skinny jeans, and heeled boots. She pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down, slowly taking off her sunglasses.

'What do Du want Nye, Du know how dangerous it is for me to be seen in Gotham."

"I know Re-" She gave him a death glare, "I mean Charlotte. But I need your help. I had another vision, and its about my death." Rene's eyes looked up at his face, grabbing her attention.

"Tell me what happened."


After a half hour, Nye had told Rene what he saw and gave her a Obst schlagen, punsch box. She turned it down

"Sorry kiddo, I done with Obst punch. I'll just get us some coffee."

"No let me," he said, "It's the least I can do for making Du come out here." The red head sighed and let him order as she checked her phone for messages. As Nye ordered, his head started to image what Rene might say. What if she can't help? What if she doesn't know it is? What if she does and she doesn't tell me? What if- His thoughts were interrupted Von the cashier handing him coffee. Nye silently took the coffee and went back to the table. Rene sat there, going through her messages. When she saw the coffee cup, the red head flashed him a smile and took a sip. Nye sat down across from her, his mind racing through what will happen.

"Nye," she said, holding her cup.

"Yes?"

"How long has it since the break up?"

"With who?"

Du know who." He sighed. Amora.

"About seven months."

"And how long was it till Du started dating Jen?"

"I don't know, about a week. What does that have to do with my death?" Rene smiled.

"You know." the red head whispered. She put on her sunglasses and got up, coffee in hand, and walked to the door. Nye started to stare at her before he could speak.

"Know what?"
Lets skip around 4.. no, 5 months.. Of course I gave him my number. Who wouldn't want to chat it up with a tall, white-haired boy with striking violett eyes? I know I want to, and I am. Dad knew something was up the moment I came out, and it was a long, interrogation ride home.. but since then, it's been a non-stop rollercoaster of smile and laughter ever since. But at this moment in time, I was frantically digging through my closet because I was going out, with him. Of course, I had been on many dates with him before, but this felt, different. I let out an annoyed whine, grabbing the attention...
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posted by SilverWings13
“Did Du get it?” Marius demanded.
Angel was too busy choking up water from her lungs to answer. Gabriel was all but passed out on the snow beside her.
“Well, did you?” Chloë inquired eagerly. The blonde nodded, finally regaining her breath. “Then let us see it!”
“Not here,” Angel – Jäger der Finsternis wheezed, “Not with-” It was only then that it occurred to her how red the soft blanket she sat on. There were bodies laid across the courtyard. Some were entombed in caskets of ice, their expressions of shock and horror Frozen as if they were displays in a museum. Others had been ripped apart by...
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Ultra-Guardian, aka Queen Beetles/Alanna's first daughter, aka Serenity. Current status: Missing.

Queen Beetle walked up and down in front of Kaya, whose one cheek was sore from the slaps. Kaya's eyes followed the Queen she was trying her best not to laugh the embarrassed woman.
"Why did Du agree to let my people take the Hexagons?" Queen Beetle asked.
"I thought it was the only way Du and I could talk without my husband and the others getting suspicious," Kaya replied smiling.
"Get out." Queen Beetle order guards at the door. They obey and exited. Queen Beetle addressed Kaya, "You embarrassed...
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posted by -BelovedRobin
It was a quarter past midnight, not a single whisk of life stirred other then the leather cased finger stroking the brim of the amber elixir. He was calm. Breathing even as it course through his blood.

Inhale. Exhale.

He gazed over the brim of tainted shades, looking for his dearest fair sister cruising behind ebony. Her heels clicking to each sway of her pencil skirt, to every swoosh of the field of wheat grazing over her bum.

"Abel, I'm going back. Are Du going to stop me?" The slick amber pool around his coarse bottom lip. Edging the tip of his tongue whilst whispering sweet tunes into the...
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posted by SilverWings13
Nic barely flinched as a fist rapped on the door of his quarters. "Come in," he granted without raising his voice. 
Ivara opened the door slowly. She hesitated then, wondering if her task was just. Her Superior had his elbows on the schreibtisch and appeared to be staring intently over the oben, nach oben of his open laptop at the Bilder taped to the wall. He wore the same outfit as he had worn that morning at practice: dark red sweats and nothing more. 
Ivara could see the marks that were etched in Nic's back, light scars on his pale skin. She was reminded of the markings that decorated her own body, the violet...
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posted by BladeYJ
 Wonderland...
Wonderland...
We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? Du snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives oder Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And Von fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone...
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posted by Robin_Love
His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock Lesen well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone oder why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid Mehr attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when Du do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see...
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posted by SilverWings13
"Am I dead?"
The woman-- My mother continues smiling, shakes her head, takes a sitz on the couch. Rests those summer-rain irises on me, takes in my shock, confusion, the volume of Fragen written across my expression.
"My God," she breaths, "My little girl's all grown up."
"Mom.. I don't understand," I barely notice the tears slipping down my cheeks. "You died in that fire. Du and Dad both.." A too-hopeful thought occurs to me and I find myself glancing around the room in Suchen of the answer to the Frage I ask next. "Is he here, too?"
I wonder if I imagine the sad shadow drawn from her...
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posted by SilverWings13
The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed Von the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy couch sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied Von two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The Frage
"Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and Mehr urgently "How?". I walk cautiously vorwärts-, nach vorn and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were...
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posted by GlitterPuff
The girl walked in the cave, laptop in hands, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and multi-colored socks. She sat down on the couch, her legs crossed, and opened the laptop, setting it in her lap. Immediately, the lock screen showed up, having her type in her password. After she typed it in, the laptop went to the main screen, a picture of her, Rosie, and Maxine appeared in the background. The red head moved the maus pad and left clicked on the documents tab, opening a file about Joker that Zack had gotten for her. Rene put it on full zoom, Lesen everything over a billion times, getting as much...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
~Contains spoilers straight from the Artikel she dies~

Welcome to a city that'll bring Du to your knees
It'll make Du beg for more, until Du can't even breathe
Your blindfold is on tight, but Du like what Du see
So follow me into the night, cause I got just what Du need
We're all rolling down the boulevard, full of schaf, schafe and sharks
It's a futherduckin' riot, we've been dying to start
You better grab a hold cause now Du know you're falling apart
You thought these streets were paved in gold
but they're dirty and dark


Mel walked among the streets. Her swords drawn. The sky was an ugly dust color....
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(( Bentley P.O.V ))
Two months………, two months we’ve been trapped in this death game…. We had barely made a dent into reaching the one hundredth floor. The floor to freedom, I felt Lost and tired but wasn’t in my right mind to give up. I walked through the streets in my black combat boots, black jeans, my black fingerless gloves, and fighting vest with swords crossing on the front. I walked past the Obst stands and opened my option Liste looking to see how much money I had, I clicked on an amount and a bag of money appeared in my hand as I walked over to purchase a bag of apples....
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posted by Robin_Love
She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. She read the time on the clock. Only noon. She had time. She reached under her bett and pulled out the suitcase. She got up and looked in her closet. Pushing the clothes aside, she grabbed all the weapons left on their posts. She placed them in the suitcase along with the other smaller knives and Pistolen hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of Fotos and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes,...
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posted by SilverWings13
First songfic ever (published) Von yours truly!

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten


It would be much easier just to let go. To allow the bubbles of valuable oxygen escape her lips an float away to freedom.

Feel the earth Bewegen and then
Hear my herz burst again


Her lungs screamed for Mehr air, any air, her body begged for Mehr heat, any heat. The energy had already seeped trough her clothes into the surrounding depths. All senses threatened to shut down and leave her Lost in the darkness alone and too exhausted to give a care.

For this is the end
I've drowned and dreamt this moment


The chain...
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posted by SilverWings13
A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.

"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The orange jumpsuit he wore was little Mehr than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. Du have refused to give us any information...
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posted by khanna266
Ari stood behind the limber dark baum *snap* a deer
just fell into her trap she turned to it a baby deer
right in front of her...she let it free."No luck today."
she whispered to herself and then out of the bloom
right behind her was Nightwing."Dick!I hate it when Du do that is it really neccessary?!"she asked in anger,"Actually yes it is."he answered sarcastically,
"What do Du want Nightwing?"she asked in a sigh.
"to wish Du a happy 16th birthday sis."he said,
"Oh,thanks."she sagte surprisingly,"I still remember this place Bruce would take us here all the time when we were kids."Dick said,
flashback...
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posted by Robin_Love
This is from The_Writer!!! NOT ME!!!


"Hiya!" Sam yelled, slamming a kick at Two-Face. The man dodged and grabbed Sam's leg, yanking it out from under him.

"You've been working out Sammy, boy." Two-Face said. 

"Hey!" Becca yelled, punching a guy's face in. "Only I get to call him that!"

"Now is really not a good time, princess!" Sam yelled in reply. He leaped up and punched Two-Face on the scarred half of his face. The criminal mastermind crumpled to the ground. 

Sam would've congratulated himself if two dozen Mehr heavily armed thugs hadn't walked in at that moment.

"Down!" Becca yelled, throwing...
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posted by InfinityYJ
A fun little one shot that occurred in my mind Lesen ff.net a long time ago.
I decided to write it out today, because I was bored to all hell. Have fun reading...


Kyra was curled up in a little ball on her bed, sniffling and shivering. Her nose and eyes were red, and her forehead was covered in drops of sweat. She'd locked herself in her room and had wrapped herself up in covers, coughing violently into her elbow every once in a while. She was a mess...
And she had a mission with the team.
No one knew she was sick-- she refused to tell anyone, even her sisters oder brother. She'd distanced herself...
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posted by SilverWingsYJ
SilverWings tried to ignore it the first two times. She had finally gotten to sleep only to be awoken what felt like ten Minuten later. She sighed as her ringtone, Whistle Von Flo Rida, rang a third time. She didn't want to wake the others with the ongoing tone.
Silver fumbled for along the dresser for a moment before her hand struck the cell. She flipped it open and held it to her ear, her head still resting on the pillow.
"Hello," she sagte grogily.
"Ary!"
"Nic," Silver sat straight up, fully awake now."What's wrong?"
"Don't hate me, but I need your help."
"Why would I possibly hate Du for waking...
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posted by CoaxochYJ
*Giggle* Cruddy title.





I woke up, cold and lonely. Du know that weird feeling in your stomach when Du feel like your being watched? Yeah, its here. I peeked out from under my blankets, and I saw...legs? The covers were thrown off me, my arms were grabbed, and my mouth was covered. I saw Ciel behind my captor.
"Let go. oder Du die." He whispered in my captor's ear. He cocked his glock, and my captor smiled. I closed my eyes tightly, and heard the bang. I fell back onto the bed, and heard a body hit the floor. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I was shaking. I opened my eyes, then, they widened....
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