"You're awake?"
Aryess nodded without taking her eye of the view through the floor-to-ceiling tinted windows of the sky scraper.
The man walked up and stood beside his sister, examining her out of the corner of his eye.
The teen wore loose sweat-pants and a black tank-top. She had tied her hair back in a braid, allowing full view of her storm grey irises, dark as the clouds were gathering outside. Her face was drawn and paler than usual and every muscle was tensed.
"No offense, but bạn look like crap," Declan stated.
"I feel like crap," she admitted. "Where's my suit?"
"Getting repaired. The entire thing was singed. It's a miracle bạn didn't get fried along with it."
"The magic of modern science. Do bạn know where the x-suit is?"
Declan stared at her for a second, not saying anything. Aryess glanced over at him.
"What?" she said.
The older male pressed his lips together tightly before answering. "What the hell, Ary?"
"What do you-"
"Three days. bạn were unconscious for 72 hours. If it wasn't for that suit, bạn would have died."
"But I didn't-"
"But bạn could have!" Declan exclaimed. His sky-blue eyes hardened. "You infiltrated the Empire State Building, flew through a window that Nic, damn him, shot out just on time, knocked out eight guys and killed another five, then faced off one of the most powerful men in the entire country, maybe the world, and lost."
"I know all of this already, Declan."
"But bạn know what bugs me the most?" he didn't give her a chance to answer. "You went without any back up. Any help. bạn went without me."
"I...." Aryess tailed off, unsure of what to say.
"They were my parents, too, Ary. Daemian was my big brother, too. I have just as much of a reason to want the Magistrate brought to justice. But bạn don't see me practically committing suicide to get to him."
Aryess suddenly hugged Declan. Her sore, battered muscles protested, but she easily ignored them in exchange for the solid, protective feel of her older brother's arms around her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "If it means anything, I'm sorry."
"Please be thêm careful," almost in a whisper he added, "This family can't afford to lose anyone else."
Aryess nodded before a sudden thought struck her. She pulled back and smiled the slightest bit. "Speaking of family, where is he?"
"Aunt Ary!" A little boy ran in through the open doorway, right on cue. Declan scooped the squirming four-year-old up in his arms.
"Hey, Riley," Aryess đã đưa ý kiến smiling at the blue eyed, dark haired boy who looked so much like his deceased father.
"Are bạn all better?" Riley asked. Aryess took a moment to take in the full view of the last of her family. A 21-year-old tall, strong man and a bubbly, happy-as-could-be child, and smiled.
"I'm getting there," she answered honestly.
Aryess nodded without taking her eye of the view through the floor-to-ceiling tinted windows of the sky scraper.
The man walked up and stood beside his sister, examining her out of the corner of his eye.
The teen wore loose sweat-pants and a black tank-top. She had tied her hair back in a braid, allowing full view of her storm grey irises, dark as the clouds were gathering outside. Her face was drawn and paler than usual and every muscle was tensed.
"No offense, but bạn look like crap," Declan stated.
"I feel like crap," she admitted. "Where's my suit?"
"Getting repaired. The entire thing was singed. It's a miracle bạn didn't get fried along with it."
"The magic of modern science. Do bạn know where the x-suit is?"
Declan stared at her for a second, not saying anything. Aryess glanced over at him.
"What?" she said.
The older male pressed his lips together tightly before answering. "What the hell, Ary?"
"What do you-"
"Three days. bạn were unconscious for 72 hours. If it wasn't for that suit, bạn would have died."
"But I didn't-"
"But bạn could have!" Declan exclaimed. His sky-blue eyes hardened. "You infiltrated the Empire State Building, flew through a window that Nic, damn him, shot out just on time, knocked out eight guys and killed another five, then faced off one of the most powerful men in the entire country, maybe the world, and lost."
"I know all of this already, Declan."
"But bạn know what bugs me the most?" he didn't give her a chance to answer. "You went without any back up. Any help. bạn went without me."
"I...." Aryess tailed off, unsure of what to say.
"They were my parents, too, Ary. Daemian was my big brother, too. I have just as much of a reason to want the Magistrate brought to justice. But bạn don't see me practically committing suicide to get to him."
Aryess suddenly hugged Declan. Her sore, battered muscles protested, but she easily ignored them in exchange for the solid, protective feel of her older brother's arms around her.
"I'm sorry," she said. "If it means anything, I'm sorry."
"Please be thêm careful," almost in a whisper he added, "This family can't afford to lose anyone else."
Aryess nodded before a sudden thought struck her. She pulled back and smiled the slightest bit. "Speaking of family, where is he?"
"Aunt Ary!" A little boy ran in through the open doorway, right on cue. Declan scooped the squirming four-year-old up in his arms.
"Hey, Riley," Aryess đã đưa ý kiến smiling at the blue eyed, dark haired boy who looked so much like his deceased father.
"Are bạn all better?" Riley asked. Aryess took a moment to take in the full view of the last of her family. A 21-year-old tall, strong man and a bubbly, happy-as-could-be child, and smiled.
"I'm getting there," she answered honestly.
Because I'm awesome XD
1) I have made an account on Quizilla.com and am currently posting các bài viết on there. They're called Barrier and are bởi Archers98Rule (me).
2)I also made an account on fanfiction.net, but use it less frequently. I go bởi Enchantress98
3) I will not be conmtinuing my current các bài viết on this site. It will be continuing on some of the above sites (as soon as I figure out how to work fanfiction.net)
So, yeah. That's it. I'll give bạn guys những thông tin cập nhập about when chapters are đã đăng and still participate in everything, I just won't be an active writer anymore. And feel free to contact me bởi PM on any of the sites telling me where I should go tiếp theo with my articles. TTYL :)
~Skittles98
Because I felt like it XD
Alias:Unknown
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.
Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.
Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself hoặc confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.
Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.
Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
When his hair was brown
Mizore
