My evilness continues!!! *runs and hides* If bạn haven’t read it already, the prologue is link (it’s really short but pretty damn important).
2 weeks earlier.
A bow clattered to the hardwood floor, skidding to a stop in a patch of golden afternoon sunlight that reflected a blinding glare off of the metal. “No!” the dark-haired girl groaned, digging her fingers into her scalp in frustration. “How many times have I told you, that’s not how bạn hold it!”
Aisling didn’t respond, but shoved her hands in her pockets and crossed the training room to pick up her bow. Fin jogged over, wrenching the instrument out of her friend’s fingertips. “You’re going to snap it if bạn do that,” she told Aisling, the anger clear in her voice. “How long will it be before bạn can actually learn?”
Aisling sighed and slid an Mũi tên xanh out of the quiver, painstakingly snapping it onto the string with shaking hands. Well aware of Fin’s eyes boring into her, she carefully aligned the shaft, placing it on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the Mũi tên xanh rest and gripping the string with three fingers.
“Finally,” Fin breathed, exasperated. “Now aim, and fire.” Aisling closed one eye as she straightened her arm, trying to align it with the target. “C’mon, c’mon...” she muttered, relying heavily on her gauging power to fix her aim. Finally, she had it centered, and released her fingers. Time seemed to di chuyển in slow motion as the Mũi tên xanh shot through the air, arcing phía trước, chuyển tiếp towards the target. She crossed her fingers tightly, waiting, waiting...
Crash! The ceiling above her crumbled; the room burst into flames. “Fin!” Aisling screamed, diving to the ground to avoid a falling chunk of rubble, only to have another one land inches from her, the jagged edges slicing her back. She scrambled to her feet, coughing in the thick dust and smoke that rose up from the training room floor. She couldn’t see thêm than a few feet in front of her; she ducked her head and broke into a sprint, trying to dodge the chunks of ceiling crashing to the ground all around her. “Fin!” she shrieked again, groping around for her friend. She felt a searing pain in her arm; coughing, she lifted it up, wincing as she yanked out the Mũi tên xanh that had embedded itself into her flesh. She looked on the ground; broken arrows were littering the floor, a crushed quiver sat a few feet away.
Sweat was pouring down her forehead from the sweltering heat of the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and smoke-filled room. She couldn’t find Fin, couldn’t find anyone; she was losing hope and losing blood. She collapsed to the floor as flames danced around her; she was getting lightheaded, yellow spots danced in the edges of her vision, she was ready to succumb to the blanket of heat surrounding her---And then at once, the room went icy cold, frigid, as if she had been shoved into a freezer. The smoke immediately cleared, the dancing flames burnt out to ash. Weakly, Aisling raised her head; a strong, pale hand reached for her, and she grasped it tightly. Fin lifted her to her feet, and she gave a weak smile at the firecaster.
“Wh-what happened?” Aisling stammered.
“I don’t kn---” Fin was cut off bởi an earsplitting blast. Aisling screamed again and dropped to the ground, hands clapped over her ears, delirious with pain and sheer terror. Fin remained standing, however, lighting her fist on fire. She swiveled her head around, craning her neck, searching through the thick smoke that had clustered again in the room.
“Show yourself,” she growled, but before she had time to do anything else, she was knocked flat on her back.
Okey dokey!!! bình luận pwease??? And also, I can’t promise that new chapters will come out this fast. This one was already written, so...yeah...^.^
2 weeks earlier.
A bow clattered to the hardwood floor, skidding to a stop in a patch of golden afternoon sunlight that reflected a blinding glare off of the metal. “No!” the dark-haired girl groaned, digging her fingers into her scalp in frustration. “How many times have I told you, that’s not how bạn hold it!”
Aisling didn’t respond, but shoved her hands in her pockets and crossed the training room to pick up her bow. Fin jogged over, wrenching the instrument out of her friend’s fingertips. “You’re going to snap it if bạn do that,” she told Aisling, the anger clear in her voice. “How long will it be before bạn can actually learn?”
Aisling sighed and slid an Mũi tên xanh out of the quiver, painstakingly snapping it onto the string with shaking hands. Well aware of Fin’s eyes boring into her, she carefully aligned the shaft, placing it on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the Mũi tên xanh rest and gripping the string with three fingers.
“Finally,” Fin breathed, exasperated. “Now aim, and fire.” Aisling closed one eye as she straightened her arm, trying to align it with the target. “C’mon, c’mon...” she muttered, relying heavily on her gauging power to fix her aim. Finally, she had it centered, and released her fingers. Time seemed to di chuyển in slow motion as the Mũi tên xanh shot through the air, arcing phía trước, chuyển tiếp towards the target. She crossed her fingers tightly, waiting, waiting...
Crash! The ceiling above her crumbled; the room burst into flames. “Fin!” Aisling screamed, diving to the ground to avoid a falling chunk of rubble, only to have another one land inches from her, the jagged edges slicing her back. She scrambled to her feet, coughing in the thick dust and smoke that rose up from the training room floor. She couldn’t see thêm than a few feet in front of her; she ducked her head and broke into a sprint, trying to dodge the chunks of ceiling crashing to the ground all around her. “Fin!” she shrieked again, groping around for her friend. She felt a searing pain in her arm; coughing, she lifted it up, wincing as she yanked out the Mũi tên xanh that had embedded itself into her flesh. She looked on the ground; broken arrows were littering the floor, a crushed quiver sat a few feet away.
Sweat was pouring down her forehead from the sweltering heat of the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy and smoke-filled room. She couldn’t find Fin, couldn’t find anyone; she was losing hope and losing blood. She collapsed to the floor as flames danced around her; she was getting lightheaded, yellow spots danced in the edges of her vision, she was ready to succumb to the blanket of heat surrounding her---And then at once, the room went icy cold, frigid, as if she had been shoved into a freezer. The smoke immediately cleared, the dancing flames burnt out to ash. Weakly, Aisling raised her head; a strong, pale hand reached for her, and she grasped it tightly. Fin lifted her to her feet, and she gave a weak smile at the firecaster.
“Wh-what happened?” Aisling stammered.
“I don’t kn---” Fin was cut off bởi an earsplitting blast. Aisling screamed again and dropped to the ground, hands clapped over her ears, delirious with pain and sheer terror. Fin remained standing, however, lighting her fist on fire. She swiveled her head around, craning her neck, searching through the thick smoke that had clustered again in the room.
“Show yourself,” she growled, but before she had time to do anything else, she was knocked flat on her back.
Okey dokey!!! bình luận pwease??? And also, I can’t promise that new chapters will come out this fast. This one was already written, so...yeah...^.^
Name: Eronica Val Huchezon
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate bởi touching you), retractable Angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered bởi KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused bởi her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Identity: Spectre
Age: Immortal. Somewhere around 400. (Appears 12)
Hair: Midnight black (halfway down waist) except for flamboyant blue streak over right eye.
Eyes: Left Black, Right blue
Outfit: Close-cropped shorts, bikini, trench coat, knee-high boots.
Weapons: Sword and heavy phantom chains
Attitude: Sad, dismal.
Powers: Immortality, See the future, touch-fate (sees your fate bởi touching you), retractable Angel wings.
History: Eronica's parents were murdered bởi KGB officials in the 17th Century. She was raped and abused bởi her parents killers before being killed as well. She was sent to Earth to warn Red Revenge of his final battle. She occasionally fights with him and he feels a brotherly protection over her.
Name: Jonas Barton (unknown)
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless áo sơ mi with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, bạn want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
Alias: Nighthawk
Age:18
Occupation:Hero (And a "pedophile" according to my friend.)
Powers/skills: Archer, specialized in Gamma Radation, and advanced technology.
Costume Black sunglasse with red lenses in them, black sleevless áo sơ mi with a red hawk in the center of that stretches from shoulder to shoulder, black pants and black combat boots with red shoelaces in them.
Past:. Besides re-uniting with his father at the age of 12, no other origins are known
Other
-Arrows are black with red tips
-His sunglasses make Jonas aware to any imcoming threats, causing his arrows to load with the right equipment.
-Son of Hawkeye, A.K.A. Clint Barton
-No one knows who he is.
My friend triple dog dared me to say this, so, bạn want him? Come get him.
Nighthawk:Oh lord.
![Without his sunglasses. Without his sunglasses.](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/187000/young-justice-ocs_187957_1.jpg?cache=1349130264)
Without his sunglasses.
![Sunglasses! ^.^ Sunglasses! ^.^](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/187000/young-justice-ocs_187957_2.jpg?cache=1349130288)
Sunglasses! ^.^
![Old Hero Outfit Old Hero Outfit](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/186000/young-justice-ocs_186327_top.jpg?cache=1348891163)
Old Hero Outfit
![Jack Jack](http://images6.fanpop.com/image/articles/186000/young-justice-ocs_186560_top.jpg?cache=1348805604)
Jack
A few days cách đây I đã đăng a diễn đàn saying that I'll be nghề viết văn a fanfic.
It will be published in a few days time and to not spoil anything it will be titled 'A Truth A-fold, A Spark Untold' (Just so bạn know)
Since Only like few people have đã đăng their OC's to be in this fanfic, if theres anyone that DOES want to be in this fanfic and is interested, scam my tường hoặc post your bio on this (Very quick):
link
Thanks and thats all from me.
It will be published in a few days time and to not spoil anything it will be titled 'A Truth A-fold, A Spark Untold' (Just so bạn know)
Since Only like few people have đã đăng their OC's to be in this fanfic, if theres anyone that DOES want to be in this fanfic and is interested, scam my tường hoặc post your bio on this (Very quick):
link
Thanks and thats all from me.