You know that Du need to do this. The last thing sagte to her rang in her ears. She growled softly as she tread through the mountains. A faint line of smoke directed her to the destination. Before getting too close, she transformed to her cat form and then moved closer. The soft, deep voices of two scouts hushed upon her arrival. She mewed softly as they let her into the secret base. She glanced around before heading through, the map they had drilled in her head helping her Bewegen through the compound. She stopped suddenly, her herz aching. Shaking her head, she pushed past the painful memory of a boy with white hair and hurried to controls. She changed inside the hidden safe. She gasped as the halsband, kragen around her dug into her neck and sent electricity through her body. She grabbed what she needed and the halsband, kragen stopped. She gasped and choked before she ran out, rushing for the exit. She couldn’t remember the Weiter few Minuten that passed by, but she remembered the tears in her eyes as the mountain exploded, her watching from a distance…
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A knock sounded at her door and she unlocked it. She glared at the dashing man who stood in her doorway before turning away. Her dress swished behind her as she moved to the elegant vanity. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled her close.
“Let go of me!”
“Don’t be so rude; I wouldn’t want Du to be punished.”
She glared at him again, but kept silent as he kissed her hand. She looked at him as he gave her that smile that made her skin crawl. She slipped away to put the finishing touches on to her outfit before she accompanied him down the massive, elegant ballroom full of people. They headed down the spiral staircase and her herz betrayed her. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. Even the man on her arm did little to damper the scene. Until he pulled her close and upon the dance floor.
“You’ll have to stop glaring; it doesn’t suit you.”
“Why do Du care?”
“Look, I know you’re angry. But you’ll learn to Liebe me. After all, I’m the only one here for Du now. And I’ll be the only one here forever.”
“That’s your fault!”
“Hush, kitten! You’re meant to be my datum this evening.”
She pushed back the glare and scowl that threatened to appear.
“Let’s get one thing straight. Du are not my boyfriend. I do not like you. So don’t think I’ll let Du get away with anything.”
“I think Du will. Du know the price of your disobedience.”
She looked away from him, moving to head outside. She clutched her hands together and bolted deep into the hedge maze that was the garden. She gasped as a breath of air filled her lungs; clean, free air. She stopped when she came to a bench and sat down. She waited silently, but when several Minuten passed she let out a sigh of relief and let her tears flow. She ached for the familiar warm arms and the lingering kisses to her head. Her herz ached for him so much and she only cried harder. It felt like hours when her tears subsided and she fell into sleep, dreaming of him and freedom.
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A knock sounded at her door and she unlocked it. She glared at the dashing man who stood in her doorway before turning away. Her dress swished behind her as she moved to the elegant vanity. He grabbed one of her hands and pulled her close.
“Let go of me!”
“Don’t be so rude; I wouldn’t want Du to be punished.”
She glared at him again, but kept silent as he kissed her hand. She looked at him as he gave her that smile that made her skin crawl. She slipped away to put the finishing touches on to her outfit before she accompanied him down the massive, elegant ballroom full of people. They headed down the spiral staircase and her herz betrayed her. The scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. Even the man on her arm did little to damper the scene. Until he pulled her close and upon the dance floor.
“You’ll have to stop glaring; it doesn’t suit you.”
“Why do Du care?”
“Look, I know you’re angry. But you’ll learn to Liebe me. After all, I’m the only one here for Du now. And I’ll be the only one here forever.”
“That’s your fault!”
“Hush, kitten! You’re meant to be my datum this evening.”
She pushed back the glare and scowl that threatened to appear.
“Let’s get one thing straight. Du are not my boyfriend. I do not like you. So don’t think I’ll let Du get away with anything.”
“I think Du will. Du know the price of your disobedience.”
She looked away from him, moving to head outside. She clutched her hands together and bolted deep into the hedge maze that was the garden. She gasped as a breath of air filled her lungs; clean, free air. She stopped when she came to a bench and sat down. She waited silently, but when several Minuten passed she let out a sigh of relief and let her tears flow. She ached for the familiar warm arms and the lingering kisses to her head. Her herz ached for him so much and she only cried harder. It felt like hours when her tears subsided and she fell into sleep, dreaming of him and freedom.
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate Von touching you), retractable Angel – Jäger der Finsternis wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered Von KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused Von her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate Von touching you), retractable Angel – Jäger der Finsternis wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered Von KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused Von her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Name: Jonas Barton (unknown)
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless hemd, shirt with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, Du want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless hemd, shirt with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, Du want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.