Proven part IX
Devin, Dick, Kyra, and Danna didn't seem to notice as we left the room. They must have been too busy watching the array of dancers as the orchestra started to weave their pattern once again.
I breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the corridor leading away from the ball room. The hall was empty. We made our way down the corridor as a group, my arm around Jazz's. Suddenly, Nic pulled Alek into on off the open doors branching off from the hall. Jasper and I quickly followed, pulling the door shut behind us.
"Let's see it," Nic sagte immediately.
"What?" Alek asked.
"The Key, 'Lucky'," Nic said.
"I didn't pick that name," Alek reminded him. The irony of having the codename Thirteen and the alias Lucky had actually been my idea. "And it's not safe, sicher here. Du can see it at base."
"Let's see," Nic said, "Who should hold the precious Key to opening the death toy? The rookie amateur oder the highly trained leader of this team? Jasper?"
"Don't get me involved," Japer wisely said.
"Oh my Gosh," I said, annoyed that they were actually fighting over the Key like it was a shiny new toy, "let me see it."
Alek reached inside his jacke looking defeated, likely suspecting I was going to give it to Nic. The Key was actually only a small rectangle; only four inches long and an inch wide. It was the same material as the Weapon, though much heavier. I ruled out it being hollow.
"See the precious Key?" I asked, holding up the Key for Nic to see. He nodded and held out his hand, expecting the same thing as Alek.
Instead, I lifted the rock of my dress slightly and slipped the Key into my messer sheath Weiter to my dagger.
"I'm carrying it," I said, straightening the satin of my dress. Nic and Alek looked equally peeved. Jasper looked pleased.
"Shall we go?" Jazz said, motioning to the closed door.
"Yes," I said. Jazz opened the door and motioned to the corridor. "Ladies first."
"Thank you, sir," I sagte and curtsied. I stepped through the threshold and screamed. The meaty hand over my mouth muffled the sound. The messer at my neck silenced me.
Devin, Dick, Kyra, and Danna didn't seem to notice as we left the room. They must have been too busy watching the array of dancers as the orchestra started to weave their pattern once again.
I breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the corridor leading away from the ball room. The hall was empty. We made our way down the corridor as a group, my arm around Jazz's. Suddenly, Nic pulled Alek into on off the open doors branching off from the hall. Jasper and I quickly followed, pulling the door shut behind us.
"Let's see it," Nic sagte immediately.
"What?" Alek asked.
"The Key, 'Lucky'," Nic said.
"I didn't pick that name," Alek reminded him. The irony of having the codename Thirteen and the alias Lucky had actually been my idea. "And it's not safe, sicher here. Du can see it at base."
"Let's see," Nic said, "Who should hold the precious Key to opening the death toy? The rookie amateur oder the highly trained leader of this team? Jasper?"
"Don't get me involved," Japer wisely said.
"Oh my Gosh," I said, annoyed that they were actually fighting over the Key like it was a shiny new toy, "let me see it."
Alek reached inside his jacke looking defeated, likely suspecting I was going to give it to Nic. The Key was actually only a small rectangle; only four inches long and an inch wide. It was the same material as the Weapon, though much heavier. I ruled out it being hollow.
"See the precious Key?" I asked, holding up the Key for Nic to see. He nodded and held out his hand, expecting the same thing as Alek.
Instead, I lifted the rock of my dress slightly and slipped the Key into my messer sheath Weiter to my dagger.
"I'm carrying it," I said, straightening the satin of my dress. Nic and Alek looked equally peeved. Jasper looked pleased.
"Shall we go?" Jazz said, motioning to the closed door.
"Yes," I said. Jazz opened the door and motioned to the corridor. "Ladies first."
"Thank you, sir," I sagte and curtsied. I stepped through the threshold and screamed. The meaty hand over my mouth muffled the sound. The messer at my neck silenced me.
name:drake
age:14
code name:blaze
powers:dragon wings,breaths black fire,has a dragon tail,has two hand Pistolen called crusaders,can shift(can shift throw objects),has unnatural strength
personalty:funny,cool,shy,will stand for what is right,will fight for friends,when in fight can change into blood lust form will feed on souls and blood
looks:most in pic,black tail,black cloves,purple eyes,blond heir,scar on chest and one on lower back,in blood lust form gets red & spikes
history:comes from the void its like hell but your not dead and its Mehr painful. Du grow up fast oder Du die. came to real world at 13 to have a better life. but soon became blaze.helped the team lots of times but denied joining cause don't want to let someone get hart Von him if he loses control wile in blood lust form