A little...bromance I guess. Enjoy.
He sat alone in his room, staring at the ceiling. The clock tick-tocked in the silence. He rolled over, glancing at the picture. Of her. He sighed and put it down so he didn't have to look at it. A knock sounded at his door. He ignored it. The door opened.
“Still moping I see.”
“Hnn.”
The intruder stepped inside and closed the door.
“At least you're still alive.”
“For now.”
“And how many hours of sleep did we get this time?”
“Two.”
“Because of her I imagine.”
He sighed, feeling the weight of the intruder on his bed. He rolled over to look at him.
“Terror, how long will bạn mope? We've all missed you.”
“I hurt, Zero. Can't they respect that?”
Zero lay down tiếp theo to him, staring up at the ceiling.
“You've never acted this withdrawn before. They're worried you'll never get out of your slump.”
“And bạn aren't?”
“I know you. If I give bạn time, you'll heal. I'm thêm worried about her.”
“Why?”
Terror put his head on Zero's stomach and Zero placed a hand on his head.
“She's falling in and out of tình yêu with you. She's playing with fire. She'll eventually see the truth in her tim, trái tim and be hurt.”
“Do bạn know what that truth is?”
“Yes. She'll see that, despite all her wanting to tình yêu you, she actually doesn't. You're just her safety net. But we both know bạn can't be tamed hoặc kept on a leash. You've released her to the wind, she'll try to keep a hold of you. To make sure your monster doesn't hurt others.”
The room fell silent except for the clock. It was like this for several phút before a sound from the other side of headquarters brought them out of their thoughts.
“I've wondered at the feeling in my heart. I thought it was because she loved him more. But now I see it's because we aren't tied at the tim, trái tim like she is with him.”
“That's right Terror. But that doesn't mean someone else isn't tied with you.”
“I know.”
“C'mon Terror. Let's get bạn out of here.”
“Why?”
“You need to get out. And I have a surprise for you.”
“Tell me.”
“Your yêu thích thing in the world.”
Terror moved his head to look at Zero. His friend was smiling at him. In a sudden movement, Terror had his arms around his friend's neck in a hug. Zero, although startled, smiled and hugged back.
“Thank bạn Zero.”
“You're welcome my tim, trái tim broken monster.”
He sat alone in his room, staring at the ceiling. The clock tick-tocked in the silence. He rolled over, glancing at the picture. Of her. He sighed and put it down so he didn't have to look at it. A knock sounded at his door. He ignored it. The door opened.
“Still moping I see.”
“Hnn.”
The intruder stepped inside and closed the door.
“At least you're still alive.”
“For now.”
“And how many hours of sleep did we get this time?”
“Two.”
“Because of her I imagine.”
He sighed, feeling the weight of the intruder on his bed. He rolled over to look at him.
“Terror, how long will bạn mope? We've all missed you.”
“I hurt, Zero. Can't they respect that?”
Zero lay down tiếp theo to him, staring up at the ceiling.
“You've never acted this withdrawn before. They're worried you'll never get out of your slump.”
“And bạn aren't?”
“I know you. If I give bạn time, you'll heal. I'm thêm worried about her.”
“Why?”
Terror put his head on Zero's stomach and Zero placed a hand on his head.
“She's falling in and out of tình yêu with you. She's playing with fire. She'll eventually see the truth in her tim, trái tim and be hurt.”
“Do bạn know what that truth is?”
“Yes. She'll see that, despite all her wanting to tình yêu you, she actually doesn't. You're just her safety net. But we both know bạn can't be tamed hoặc kept on a leash. You've released her to the wind, she'll try to keep a hold of you. To make sure your monster doesn't hurt others.”
The room fell silent except for the clock. It was like this for several phút before a sound from the other side of headquarters brought them out of their thoughts.
“I've wondered at the feeling in my heart. I thought it was because she loved him more. But now I see it's because we aren't tied at the tim, trái tim like she is with him.”
“That's right Terror. But that doesn't mean someone else isn't tied with you.”
“I know.”
“C'mon Terror. Let's get bạn out of here.”
“Why?”
“You need to get out. And I have a surprise for you.”
“Tell me.”
“Your yêu thích thing in the world.”
Terror moved his head to look at Zero. His friend was smiling at him. In a sudden movement, Terror had his arms around his friend's neck in a hug. Zero, although startled, smiled and hugged back.
“Thank bạn Zero.”
“You're welcome my tim, trái tim broken monster.”
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack hoặc just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can di chuyển at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back ngọn lửa, chữa cháy on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes bởi the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, hoặc his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization bởi tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing thêm Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to nghề viết văn them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to nghề viết văn them, so, patience.