Devin Grayson raised the blade to her neck. He hands were shaking as she held it close to her skin. She took a deep breath and cut. Long strands of black hair fell to the floor around her. Devin knew her hair would grow back and that she could bring it back whenever. But she needed it off. The scars on her arms pulsed with each swipe of the messer she took. She kept two long strands of hair to frame her face. She looked in the mirror.
“Perfect,” she muttered.
She unfolded her wings and picked up the blade again. She slashed at the fine white feathers till they bled. Tears fell from her eyes but Devin didn't stop. This new pain she welcomed. It was better than the one she had held onto for weeks now. Her herz still hurt, but this pain was almost comforting. She pulled the blade away from her now red wings. She looked at the blade in it's bloody glory. Her tears came faster and she scratched at her wrists. The scars were reopened and they pulsed. Devin stopped and looked at herself. I'm stupid. None of this will fix me. If I wasn't already dead I'd kill myself! Devin let out a harsh breath. None of this is my fault. It's his!
Devin stood and faced her mirror. She waved her hand and an image appeared. In it, Fang was protecting her, a sword in his hands. Devin looked the way she did now, but her wings weren't bleeding. Now Devin stared at it with anger. She gripped the sword in her hand, throwing it into the mirror. The image faded away and glass shattered. Devin fell to her knees, tears of anger draining out of her. She blared the Musik she had been listening to and felt an almost eccentric peace fall over her.
“This was not my fault! None of this is!”
Devin took out a gun and started shooting Zufällig things. She brought the gun to her head and fired. Nothing. Damn! All out of bullets!! Devin chucked the weapon out her window and looked for her dagger. She threw that out too. She placed her hands on her wounds and healed them. Only the scars revealed any damage she had done. Devin stood once Mehr and this time went to the fridge in her room. She pulled out a black goblet with dark purple jewels inserted. She drank the cup dry and poured some Mehr of the dark red liquid. She drank it again, placing the cup back inside. She wiped her mouth and returned to her place Von the mirror.
“Even the blood of Lost souls couldn't help. This must end.”
Devin waved her hand and another image rose inside the now glassless mirror. This time, it was just of Fang. Devin put her hand on the image and moved it down. Blood from her fingers streaked the image. Her eyes became a red that they had never been. You must now die!
“Perfect,” she muttered.
She unfolded her wings and picked up the blade again. She slashed at the fine white feathers till they bled. Tears fell from her eyes but Devin didn't stop. This new pain she welcomed. It was better than the one she had held onto for weeks now. Her herz still hurt, but this pain was almost comforting. She pulled the blade away from her now red wings. She looked at the blade in it's bloody glory. Her tears came faster and she scratched at her wrists. The scars were reopened and they pulsed. Devin stopped and looked at herself. I'm stupid. None of this will fix me. If I wasn't already dead I'd kill myself! Devin let out a harsh breath. None of this is my fault. It's his!
Devin stood and faced her mirror. She waved her hand and an image appeared. In it, Fang was protecting her, a sword in his hands. Devin looked the way she did now, but her wings weren't bleeding. Now Devin stared at it with anger. She gripped the sword in her hand, throwing it into the mirror. The image faded away and glass shattered. Devin fell to her knees, tears of anger draining out of her. She blared the Musik she had been listening to and felt an almost eccentric peace fall over her.
“This was not my fault! None of this is!”
Devin took out a gun and started shooting Zufällig things. She brought the gun to her head and fired. Nothing. Damn! All out of bullets!! Devin chucked the weapon out her window and looked for her dagger. She threw that out too. She placed her hands on her wounds and healed them. Only the scars revealed any damage she had done. Devin stood once Mehr and this time went to the fridge in her room. She pulled out a black goblet with dark purple jewels inserted. She drank the cup dry and poured some Mehr of the dark red liquid. She drank it again, placing the cup back inside. She wiped her mouth and returned to her place Von the mirror.
“Even the blood of Lost souls couldn't help. This must end.”
Devin waved her hand and another image rose inside the now glassless mirror. This time, it was just of Fang. Devin put her hand on the image and moved it down. Blood from her fingers streaked the image. Her eyes became a red that they had never been. You must now die!
Name: Dallas Union "Dally"
Alias: Seraphs
Occupation: Villain, sidekick to Riddler
Age: 16
Looks; 6'4 white hair, purple eyes, 105 pounds, muscular, white wings with black spots, and a scar that covers his right eye.
Personality: Smart Alec, Zeigen off, hates human life (also a major hate for Fang) loves to kill, doesn't believe in Sekunde chances.
Weapons: Carries two swords
Powers: Flight (wings) psychic (uses this ability to win in fights)
Past: Created in the School as a weapon to destroy all human life, Dallas set out to fulfill his destiny, killing anyone in his way. Battling Fang several times and loosing Dallas is out for Fangs blood, coming back faster and stronger. And he's ready to end Fang once and for all.
Alias: Seraphs
Occupation: Villain, sidekick to Riddler
Age: 16
Looks; 6'4 white hair, purple eyes, 105 pounds, muscular, white wings with black spots, and a scar that covers his right eye.
Personality: Smart Alec, Zeigen off, hates human life (also a major hate for Fang) loves to kill, doesn't believe in Sekunde chances.
Weapons: Carries two swords
Powers: Flight (wings) psychic (uses this ability to win in fights)
Past: Created in the School as a weapon to destroy all human life, Dallas set out to fulfill his destiny, killing anyone in his way. Battling Fang several times and loosing Dallas is out for Fangs blood, coming back faster and stronger. And he's ready to end Fang once and for all.
A little head stron,
I was bitter,
I always wondered what was wrong with me,
Chorus:
It will always be like this forever.
Forever and ever with-a no lover,
I guess we could say i just wasnt made to love!
Forever an' ever,
I just wasnt made to love!
(end of chorus)
I never fell in love,
Just crushes along the years,
I aint scared of much,
But i gues Liebe is something i'm scared of,I fear!
Everybodys asked if i've ever been in love,
Buts Liebe just wasnt meant for me.
Can't Du tell,
WHy dont Du see?
Chorus
Everbody tells me i'm lying,
Bu I know the truth,
I dont need no slueth to tell me,
Why doesnt anyone believe?
Chorus
Liebe want meant for me!
Chorus
I was bitter,
I always wondered what was wrong with me,
Chorus:
It will always be like this forever.
Forever and ever with-a no lover,
I guess we could say i just wasnt made to love!
Forever an' ever,
I just wasnt made to love!
(end of chorus)
I never fell in love,
Just crushes along the years,
I aint scared of much,
But i gues Liebe is something i'm scared of,I fear!
Everybodys asked if i've ever been in love,
Buts Liebe just wasnt meant for me.
Can't Du tell,
WHy dont Du see?
Chorus
Everbody tells me i'm lying,
Bu I know the truth,
I dont need no slueth to tell me,
Why doesnt anyone believe?
Chorus
Liebe want meant for me!
Chorus