If bạn haven't read my newest one-shots (Blades, Haunting, Trust No One) hoặc my Threats article, bạn won't understand this. So read those first! Enjoy!!! :D
The knock that sounded at her door wasn't unexpected. She opened it, ushering the girl inside.
“Sit down. bạn want something to drink?”
“Something to calm my nerves, please.”
She nodded and went to her cabinet of herbs, remedies, and potions, all homemade.
“Why so nervous? bạn never are?”
“I know. But I had to get out.”
“You avoided the question.”
The two looked at each other. The older sighed.
“I'll get us refreshments, then bạn can tell me.”
“Thank you.”
She nodded again, heading to the kitchen. She started a pot of boiling water and set to fixing a snack. Her eyes landed on a crystallized rose and she shuddered.
“You okay?”
“I'm fine.”
She grabbed the tray of thực phẩm and drinks, setting it on the bàn in front of her guest.
“Okay. Tell me.”
“Have a ghế, chỗ ngồi first.”
She sighed and took a chair. She looked across from her, to the couch.
“Alright Becca. What's so urgent that bạn had to come here?”
Becca put the drink she had sipped from down. She forced a smile.
“Have bạn noticed anything strange?”
“Strange how?”
Becca looked out the window, watching the wildlife around her. She pulled her knees to her chest.
“Strange like...you know you've done something but bạn can't remember what it was. Like you've been surrounded bởi enemies but didn't fight them. Like bạn have a fear of something that bạn just can't place. A fear that...never leaves your mind, letting bạn know it's there.”
Becca looked back to her hostess.
“Have bạn felt like that Dev?”
The Angel looked at her, eyes cloudy.
“I have.”
“So have I. And Erin.”
“What does it mean, Becca?”
“I have no clue, but I think we'll find out soon. Everyone.”
The two sat for a một phút in silence.
“Becca,what if we have become the reason there's so much tension in the team?”
“What do bạn mean?”
“I've heard a few things. Whispers of conversations. But bạn apparently had some kind of fall in with Bloodmist.”
Becca blinked.
“Why would I? I don't mind him being anywhere close to the team.”
“I know. That's why I'm confused.”
Becca nodded. She looked at her Angel friend.
“Devin, what have bạn experienced?”
“Becca, what I say tiếp theo can not be repeated.”
“I promise.”
The knock that sounded at her door wasn't unexpected. She opened it, ushering the girl inside.
“Sit down. bạn want something to drink?”
“Something to calm my nerves, please.”
She nodded and went to her cabinet of herbs, remedies, and potions, all homemade.
“Why so nervous? bạn never are?”
“I know. But I had to get out.”
“You avoided the question.”
The two looked at each other. The older sighed.
“I'll get us refreshments, then bạn can tell me.”
“Thank you.”
She nodded again, heading to the kitchen. She started a pot of boiling water and set to fixing a snack. Her eyes landed on a crystallized rose and she shuddered.
“You okay?”
“I'm fine.”
She grabbed the tray of thực phẩm and drinks, setting it on the bàn in front of her guest.
“Okay. Tell me.”
“Have a ghế, chỗ ngồi first.”
She sighed and took a chair. She looked across from her, to the couch.
“Alright Becca. What's so urgent that bạn had to come here?”
Becca put the drink she had sipped from down. She forced a smile.
“Have bạn noticed anything strange?”
“Strange how?”
Becca looked out the window, watching the wildlife around her. She pulled her knees to her chest.
“Strange like...you know you've done something but bạn can't remember what it was. Like you've been surrounded bởi enemies but didn't fight them. Like bạn have a fear of something that bạn just can't place. A fear that...never leaves your mind, letting bạn know it's there.”
Becca looked back to her hostess.
“Have bạn felt like that Dev?”
The Angel looked at her, eyes cloudy.
“I have.”
“So have I. And Erin.”
“What does it mean, Becca?”
“I have no clue, but I think we'll find out soon. Everyone.”
The two sat for a một phút in silence.
“Becca,what if we have become the reason there's so much tension in the team?”
“What do bạn mean?”
“I've heard a few things. Whispers of conversations. But bạn apparently had some kind of fall in with Bloodmist.”
Becca blinked.
“Why would I? I don't mind him being anywhere close to the team.”
“I know. That's why I'm confused.”
Becca nodded. She looked at her Angel friend.
“Devin, what have bạn experienced?”
“Becca, what I say tiếp theo can not be repeated.”
“I promise.”
Alias: unknown.
Age: 15 ( would be 19 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: black hair, green eyes, 5'10, glasses.
Personality: he is very very smart and often thinks things through the logical way before actually doing it. He was often the one to speak his mind and opinion and prove that he was always right with his theories.
Powers/Abilities: he was truly someone with a brilliant mind, could hack systems, and develop inventions of his own that his team used. He had great combat skills with spears. His brain is his power.
Past: he was killed in a break out with his team.
Others: The teleport smoke bombs BloodMist uses were his invention and he taught him how to make them. Most of the adjustments in Mistys suit were Logan's invention (ex. the suction on his hands a feet so he can run on the sides of buildings, the wrist grappling hooks)