"Please! You-you can't!" A bruised figure huddled in the corner of a darkened room, shuddering with fear. She sat among drops of copper-smelling red liquid, still flooding the cracks in the cement. She clutched onto her left arm desperately, trying to stop the flow. Mixed with the blood were pain-filled tears, reflecting each hit from the attacker.
"Maybe Weiter time you'll listen, hmm?" Another blow, another bruise, another scar, Mehr blood flowing. "Maybe Weiter time Du won't run." The sound of shattered plastic ran out to the shadows as the girl's sunglasses broke. Her eyelids were clenched shut, and parts of her charcoal hair were clumped and matted together with her blood.
"N-n-no! Never!" the small girl sobbed. "I p-promise!" She flinched, waiting for the Weiter fist, which flew towards her with inhuman strength-
The scene changed. The same girl was older and now standing among a musty pile of rubble that had once been Mt. Justice. Her left arm hung limp at her side, dripping with someone else's blood. Behind her a boy with a toughened figure grasped her shoulder. The orange of the feuer burning the horizon gleamed against his blue/black bodysuit. "We'll fix it. Somehow," he reassured.
She turned to face him, mask to mask. "I know," she said, her voice clear. "But there's only one way."
"Kyra!" another black haired girl shouted. "Kyra!"
"Kyra Grayson! Wake UP!"
I gasped and turned to face my impatient geometry teacher, pointing to the board. I blushed, embarrassed, as everyone around me, including my brother, sister, and best friend, laughed in mocking. I blew the single strand of hair out of my face, and toyed with my silky black braid of hair.
"Now that you're awake, would Du mind telling us what the answer to this problem is?" Surveying the board, I read:
Triangle ABC is a right isosceles triangle. Side a is 8/3, find side c. Answer in radical form.
I sighed. This was easy. "Eight root two divided Von three." There was a solemness to my voice that had never been there before, especially not in geometry class. Whatever traces of laughter remained in my siblings was instantly gone. They looked at me, and I avoided eye contact. Five Mehr minutes... why couldn't she have waited five Mehr Minuten to wake me up?
When school finally ended I packed my bags and sped out as quickly as possible. "Kyra! Wait up!" Dick and Danna came up behind me, along with Aisling, Artemis, and Nathan. "Something wrong?" my sister asked. "It's nothing, really."
Aisling pulled my arm. "It's something, Kyra. What's wrong?"
I looked at their faces, worried and caring. I grabbed a hooded jacke from my locker and shrugged into it. "C'mon." I told them, pulling my hair out of it's braid, letting it loose. "I'll tell you... at the cave." I whispered. I slipped my haube over my head and slung my backpack onto my shoulder, walking out into the cold rain that covered Gotham.
"Maybe Weiter time you'll listen, hmm?" Another blow, another bruise, another scar, Mehr blood flowing. "Maybe Weiter time Du won't run." The sound of shattered plastic ran out to the shadows as the girl's sunglasses broke. Her eyelids were clenched shut, and parts of her charcoal hair were clumped and matted together with her blood.
"N-n-no! Never!" the small girl sobbed. "I p-promise!" She flinched, waiting for the Weiter fist, which flew towards her with inhuman strength-
The scene changed. The same girl was older and now standing among a musty pile of rubble that had once been Mt. Justice. Her left arm hung limp at her side, dripping with someone else's blood. Behind her a boy with a toughened figure grasped her shoulder. The orange of the feuer burning the horizon gleamed against his blue/black bodysuit. "We'll fix it. Somehow," he reassured.
She turned to face him, mask to mask. "I know," she said, her voice clear. "But there's only one way."
"Kyra!" another black haired girl shouted. "Kyra!"
"Kyra Grayson! Wake UP!"
I gasped and turned to face my impatient geometry teacher, pointing to the board. I blushed, embarrassed, as everyone around me, including my brother, sister, and best friend, laughed in mocking. I blew the single strand of hair out of my face, and toyed with my silky black braid of hair.
"Now that you're awake, would Du mind telling us what the answer to this problem is?" Surveying the board, I read:
Triangle ABC is a right isosceles triangle. Side a is 8/3, find side c. Answer in radical form.
I sighed. This was easy. "Eight root two divided Von three." There was a solemness to my voice that had never been there before, especially not in geometry class. Whatever traces of laughter remained in my siblings was instantly gone. They looked at me, and I avoided eye contact. Five Mehr minutes... why couldn't she have waited five Mehr Minuten to wake me up?
When school finally ended I packed my bags and sped out as quickly as possible. "Kyra! Wait up!" Dick and Danna came up behind me, along with Aisling, Artemis, and Nathan. "Something wrong?" my sister asked. "It's nothing, really."
Aisling pulled my arm. "It's something, Kyra. What's wrong?"
I looked at their faces, worried and caring. I grabbed a hooded jacke from my locker and shrugged into it. "C'mon." I told them, pulling my hair out of it's braid, letting it loose. "I'll tell you... at the cave." I whispered. I slipped my haube over my head and slung my backpack onto my shoulder, walking out into the cold rain that covered Gotham.
Prologue to Chapter Nine- "The Beginning of Mehr Troubles"
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The Zeigen is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up Von security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On oben, nach oben of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if Du can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The Zeigen is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up Von security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On oben, nach oben of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if Du can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
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over to the side. Revenge tried to pick it up, but his strength had left him. It clattered
to the floor beside him as he sank to his knees, the unbearable pain filling his
body and mind.
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over to the side. Revenge tried to pick it up, but his strength had left him. It clattered
to the floor beside him as he sank to his knees, the unbearable pain filling his
body and mind.
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