This has got to be the cheesiest thing I've ever written. But cheesy is just the right word to describe my Russian boy, so it fits ;P
Nữ hoàng băng giá in shock, Alek watched as Tara's eyes trailed from his stunned expression to the diary in his hand. Alek scrambled for an explanation, but the words tripped over each other and fell off the ends of the Earth. He stayed still as she reached across the comforter and took the notebook from his open hands. The two sat in silence on either side of the bed, one staring helplessly at the other's back as she faced away.
"I... It wasn’t my intention... This isn't..." Alek tried to get the words out, to apologize for the treason. But the syllables slipped away, leaving ellipses in their wake. Tara made no di chuyển to interrupt his rambling. She portrayed no rage, asked for no explanation. Unsure of what to do with himself, the boy stood and turned away.
Coward, the truth slammed him in the chest, stopping him mid-stride. It was the first complete thought that had chẻ, phân chia, split the endless stream of the phrase running through his mind: He loves me! The elation put into it; as if it were the most impossible thing in the world. And bạn dolove her, idiot, his thoughts straightening themselves out. So fix this!
"I couldn't figure it out," Alek started slowly, uncertain, treading on thin ice. "I was mystified at how a girl like bạn would ever consider dating a..."
This was not going as he had hoped. Whoever had written the script he spoke hadn't the faintest clue what he wanted to say. But the truth was always the best, right? With that in mind, Alek cleared his throat, opened his mouth, paused, and shook his head with a snicker at the surreal situation. Tara glanced over her shoulder at the chuckle.
"Ten things. Ten? Tara, there are countless reasons I'm so madly, undeniably in tình yêu with you." The teenager sighed and retook his cá rô, hòn đảo at the edge of the bed, studying the scars decorating his palms. "One such reason: your spirit. You're always on guard, prepared for the tiếp theo attack. But behind it all is a whirlwind of emotions. You're so alive. bạn make me feel alive."
The words somehow come easier as he went on, making themselves heard seemingly of their own accord. "A second: your name. Tara, Tara, Tara. I can say it a hundred times and will never grow tired of its sound. I have đã đưa ý kiến it countless times. When I'm away from you, hoặc stuck in a tight place horrified out of my wits, I just whisper your name over and over, and the world seems ten times safer."
"Third? Your voice. Each twist and turn of the cadence reminds me of all bạn have heard, seen, felt, and yet every accent and ring is clear as the summer sky."
"Fourth of all, your smile. Not the one bạn hiển thị to ensure people believe you're alright, but the real one. The one that lights up the darkest sky and shames the brightest star."
"Five, your laugh. It's rare to hear, but it's the most wonderful sound."
"Six, bạn trust me. Whatever I do hoặc say, you're to trust my words and my actions."
"Seven, you're trustworthy. I know that I can ensure bạn with anything and everything. And I do trust you. thêm than anyone."
"Eight, you're so smart. bạn know and understand so much without diễn xuất diễn xuất like a show-off."
Alek turned to find her gazing at him, brown eyes wide behind glass lens.
"A ninth: you're beautiful. There aren't enough words to describe how lovely bạn are, Tara."
He found himself only inches apart from her, but the distance was far too far.
"Ten, bạn understand me. bạn know me. And yet..."
Alek gently grasped her hand in his own. When she did not pull away, he raised her hand and pressed it to his chest, over his heart. His palm over hers, he could feel the racing thump-thump-thump beneath his t-shirt.
"You see all the good in me, Tara. Even when I’m diễn xuất like a total moron... I tình yêu bạn for bạn and everything about you. I tình yêu you, because you're... You're Tara. You're the girl that makes me feel like I belong in this world, even if it is simply to see your amazing smile. I apologize for đọc something so private. I messed up. I don’t want bạn to think your trust in me is ill placed, because it isn’t. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t want bạn to hate me.
"You know the last thing I want to do is hurt you, and nothing is truer than that.” He looked into her eyes, pleading with her to believe him. “Please know that. Please forgive me?”
Hm? Hmmmmm?
Nữ hoàng băng giá in shock, Alek watched as Tara's eyes trailed from his stunned expression to the diary in his hand. Alek scrambled for an explanation, but the words tripped over each other and fell off the ends of the Earth. He stayed still as she reached across the comforter and took the notebook from his open hands. The two sat in silence on either side of the bed, one staring helplessly at the other's back as she faced away.
"I... It wasn’t my intention... This isn't..." Alek tried to get the words out, to apologize for the treason. But the syllables slipped away, leaving ellipses in their wake. Tara made no di chuyển to interrupt his rambling. She portrayed no rage, asked for no explanation. Unsure of what to do with himself, the boy stood and turned away.
Coward, the truth slammed him in the chest, stopping him mid-stride. It was the first complete thought that had chẻ, phân chia, split the endless stream of the phrase running through his mind: He loves me! The elation put into it; as if it were the most impossible thing in the world. And bạn dolove her, idiot, his thoughts straightening themselves out. So fix this!
"I couldn't figure it out," Alek started slowly, uncertain, treading on thin ice. "I was mystified at how a girl like bạn would ever consider dating a..."
This was not going as he had hoped. Whoever had written the script he spoke hadn't the faintest clue what he wanted to say. But the truth was always the best, right? With that in mind, Alek cleared his throat, opened his mouth, paused, and shook his head with a snicker at the surreal situation. Tara glanced over her shoulder at the chuckle.
"Ten things. Ten? Tara, there are countless reasons I'm so madly, undeniably in tình yêu with you." The teenager sighed and retook his cá rô, hòn đảo at the edge of the bed, studying the scars decorating his palms. "One such reason: your spirit. You're always on guard, prepared for the tiếp theo attack. But behind it all is a whirlwind of emotions. You're so alive. bạn make me feel alive."
The words somehow come easier as he went on, making themselves heard seemingly of their own accord. "A second: your name. Tara, Tara, Tara. I can say it a hundred times and will never grow tired of its sound. I have đã đưa ý kiến it countless times. When I'm away from you, hoặc stuck in a tight place horrified out of my wits, I just whisper your name over and over, and the world seems ten times safer."
"Third? Your voice. Each twist and turn of the cadence reminds me of all bạn have heard, seen, felt, and yet every accent and ring is clear as the summer sky."
"Fourth of all, your smile. Not the one bạn hiển thị to ensure people believe you're alright, but the real one. The one that lights up the darkest sky and shames the brightest star."
"Five, your laugh. It's rare to hear, but it's the most wonderful sound."
"Six, bạn trust me. Whatever I do hoặc say, you're to trust my words and my actions."
"Seven, you're trustworthy. I know that I can ensure bạn with anything and everything. And I do trust you. thêm than anyone."
"Eight, you're so smart. bạn know and understand so much without diễn xuất diễn xuất like a show-off."
Alek turned to find her gazing at him, brown eyes wide behind glass lens.
"A ninth: you're beautiful. There aren't enough words to describe how lovely bạn are, Tara."
He found himself only inches apart from her, but the distance was far too far.
"Ten, bạn understand me. bạn know me. And yet..."
Alek gently grasped her hand in his own. When she did not pull away, he raised her hand and pressed it to his chest, over his heart. His palm over hers, he could feel the racing thump-thump-thump beneath his t-shirt.
"You see all the good in me, Tara. Even when I’m diễn xuất like a total moron... I tình yêu bạn for bạn and everything about you. I tình yêu you, because you're... You're Tara. You're the girl that makes me feel like I belong in this world, even if it is simply to see your amazing smile. I apologize for đọc something so private. I messed up. I don’t want bạn to think your trust in me is ill placed, because it isn’t. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I don’t want bạn to hate me.
"You know the last thing I want to do is hurt you, and nothing is truer than that.” He looked into her eyes, pleading with her to believe him. “Please know that. Please forgive me?”
Hm? Hmmmmm?
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. bạn secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed tiếp theo to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. bạn secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed tiếp theo to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
(WARNING: If bạn possess a brain bạn might be able to figure something out here.)
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
cây ô rô, hoa huệ, holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
"Revenge was right." Nightwing said, looking up from the computer screen. "They were sophisticated robot-fleshlings."
Revenge, with his recently repaired costume, looked at the diagram. "Exactly what I thought." he said.
Before Nightwing could inquire what the Black Hero meant, the zeta-tube warmed up.
cây ô rô, hoa huệ, holly looked around, noting that the entire team was there.
"Who--?"
"Recognized: Kid Flash. B-03."
Wally stumbled out of the zeta-tube at super-speed and fell down in front of Nightwing.
"Whoah buddy." Nightwing said, laughing. "Slow down!"
Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
ngày unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
Erin Roy
