Get a grip! C'mon! Get angry! Don't let him do this to you!
She repeated it to herself, struggling. But her fear was stronger, he was stronger. He had moved his lips off hers, but she wasn't happy with where they were now. She shivered in disgust and pain as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. C'mon Cat! Please! It wasn't any good.
She just couldn't get mad. All she felt was fear. Her mind raced, trying to form a plan. Her legs weren't pinned anymore. She slowly slide her leg straight, resting on the cold cement. Then she quickly slammed her knee in between his legs. He growled and released her. She stood quickly. But he grabbed her foot.
She kicked at his head. He stood and grabbed her wrists. She slammed her head against his and threw him into the cement. He got back up and threw her against the wall. She threw a cú đấm to his neck, upper-cut him, then tossed him into a few crates. He got right back up. Someone jumped on his back and she had just enough time to catch her breath before her helper was thrown beside her.
“Here kitty kitty,” the imposter chanted.
She felt something snap inside her. Silver flashed, metal rang out against flesh, and then she just saw blood. Her own blood. She could smell it, saw her helper stand beside her and nod slightly for her to lead. She mùi, nấu chảy ra fear, sensed pain, heard several heartbeats, felt the warm blood trickle down her hands, saw her opponent tense up in fear.
That was all she needed. She went into action, swiping, breaking, clawing. Anything she touched, she hurt. Only phút later, she could see her opponent laying on the floor, dying from her strikes. She nodded slightly and moved again. She grabbed her chịu, gấu and her bag.
“Cat.”
She froze. She knew the voice, recognized it. As before, her shock subsided along with her anger. He ran over to her.
“Where are bạn going?”
“Why do bạn care?”
“Cat, you're hurt.”
The daze from her change left and she felt the pain instantly. She had been wounded. Her knees suddenly gave out and she toppled forwards. He grabbed hold of her, careful not to touch the deep gash in her stomach-side area. She weakly tried to brush him off.
“Lemme go.”
“I'm taking bạn home.”
“No! Lemme go!”
He picked her up and started walking.
“Stop! Lemme go now!”
“Cat, stop. You're hurt and we're going home.”
“My trang chủ isn't with you!”
“It always was to me.”
“Shoulda thought bout that before.”
He ignored her again as he walked faster. She moaned, but couldn't peel her eyes open. This was too unreal. He wasn't saving her again. No....
“Lemme go.....”
“Go to sleep Cat.”
“.....Tommy....”
And then, she blacked out.
*hits đăng lên and hides*
She repeated it to herself, struggling. But her fear was stronger, he was stronger. He had moved his lips off hers, but she wasn't happy with where they were now. She shivered in disgust and pain as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. C'mon Cat! Please! It wasn't any good.
She just couldn't get mad. All she felt was fear. Her mind raced, trying to form a plan. Her legs weren't pinned anymore. She slowly slide her leg straight, resting on the cold cement. Then she quickly slammed her knee in between his legs. He growled and released her. She stood quickly. But he grabbed her foot.
She kicked at his head. He stood and grabbed her wrists. She slammed her head against his and threw him into the cement. He got back up and threw her against the wall. She threw a cú đấm to his neck, upper-cut him, then tossed him into a few crates. He got right back up. Someone jumped on his back and she had just enough time to catch her breath before her helper was thrown beside her.
“Here kitty kitty,” the imposter chanted.
She felt something snap inside her. Silver flashed, metal rang out against flesh, and then she just saw blood. Her own blood. She could smell it, saw her helper stand beside her and nod slightly for her to lead. She mùi, nấu chảy ra fear, sensed pain, heard several heartbeats, felt the warm blood trickle down her hands, saw her opponent tense up in fear.
That was all she needed. She went into action, swiping, breaking, clawing. Anything she touched, she hurt. Only phút later, she could see her opponent laying on the floor, dying from her strikes. She nodded slightly and moved again. She grabbed her chịu, gấu and her bag.
“Cat.”
She froze. She knew the voice, recognized it. As before, her shock subsided along with her anger. He ran over to her.
“Where are bạn going?”
“Why do bạn care?”
“Cat, you're hurt.”
The daze from her change left and she felt the pain instantly. She had been wounded. Her knees suddenly gave out and she toppled forwards. He grabbed hold of her, careful not to touch the deep gash in her stomach-side area. She weakly tried to brush him off.
“Lemme go.”
“I'm taking bạn home.”
“No! Lemme go!”
He picked her up and started walking.
“Stop! Lemme go now!”
“Cat, stop. You're hurt and we're going home.”
“My trang chủ isn't with you!”
“It always was to me.”
“Shoulda thought bout that before.”
He ignored her again as he walked faster. She moaned, but couldn't peel her eyes open. This was too unreal. He wasn't saving her again. No....
“Lemme go.....”
“Go to sleep Cat.”
“.....Tommy....”
And then, she blacked out.
*hits đăng lên and hides*
Name: Liberation previously known as Obscurity
Alias: Harley Mei Kent
Age: 19
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 5'4
Powers: Super strength, Invulnerability, flight, absolute control of the four elements. 2 swords that grow out of her back
Skill Set: Well trained in all types of combat, hands on fighter, exceptional swords-woman, warrior and endurance
Weakness: Kryptonite, Magic, Apokoliptic weapons, her swords
Personality: cold and distance, a bit loud, can be friendly if bạn reach her, doesn't trust, serious when need be, can be paranoid, wild, low sense of morality - on every counts
Marital Status: Single
Background: We should know
Family: Siêu nhân (dad) Người dơi (father figure) Superboy (Brother) Lois (mother figure)
Note: Still has a feline side but cannot fully transform, she only retained her ability to morph her hands into claws and unsheathable fangs.
Likes: Dancing
Best Friend: Arabella
Loves: Music
Dislikes: The cold
Worst Habit: Sleeping in when it’s cold
Personal Secret: Has a temper
yêu thích Food: Dragon Noodles
yêu thích Color: Crimson
Code Name: Rekka
Mentor/Inspiration: Fire
Relations: Arabella Conley
Base of Operations: New York
Personal Home: ngôi sao City
Occupation: Hero
Job: Bartender
Team: Young Justice
What Symbolizes You: Fire
Biggest Regret:
Dream Career: Dance instructor
Most gần đây Nightmare: Letting my ngọn lửa, chữa cháy get out of control
Spirit Animal: Lion