trước đó parts (I finally named the series to keep it organized because duh):
pt 1: link
pt 1.5: link
Deals After Midnight
Only pools of moonlight streaming down from the clerestory windows offered guidance down the long hallway. Callaghan's boots clicked loudly against the polished floors, making him tense at every step. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the whisper of air that signaled movement to his right.
"Fancy meetin' bạn here," purred the feral cat that had materialized bởi his aide.
"What do bạn want, Casey?"
"I just wanted to ensure my yêu thích big brother returned with his prize...which I see bạn have not."
Callaghan stopped abruptly at the pleased tone. He turned a glare down at the thin, younger man at his side. The scrutinized brother raised in chin as if that could make up for his lack in height. The carefully slicked back hair black as oil to match the carefully pressed button up áo sơ mi tucked into ironed slacks. All to make up for the ghoulish tim, trái tim that rested in the young warlock's chest.
"What's that?" Casey asked suddenly. His burgundy red eyes, glowing in the moonlight, seemed to have only just taken in the treo lên, sling keeping the other's bandaged right arm close to his chest.
"What does it look like?"
"I thought bạn were taking Laelaps and the Người sói with bạn for protection."
"What do bạn care?"
He continued his march down the dark hall. Casey seemed to cower back into the shadows, but Cal knew the younger would remain within ear shot of the lecture he was about to receive.
On the other side of the oak doors at the end of the hall was a large room cluttered bởi lanterns and papers. Glass figurines and perfume bottles shared shelf không gian with thick volumes and journals. The bàn was worse. The oak surface, cut from the same cây as the doors, was cluttered with pens and papers atop an unfolded map of the Eastern hemisphere.
The first thing Callaghan noticed upon entrance was the occupant of the velvet duvet against the western wall. Her ôliu, ô liu skin shone in the soft lantern light like oil hoặc sweat. That body was completely bare aside from black ink hình xăm and a variety of twinkling earrings. A ruby adorned each plump breast to draw attention there. The woman winked at Callaghan over her long stem pipe. The young man attempted to ignore the entertainer as he faced the man who had summoned him as soon as he had returned from him quest to Italy.
"Must I really demand an explanation?" the warlock sitting behind the bàn inquired without lifting his eyes from his book.
"I was caught off guard, but things are under control."
"I warned bạn that the mission may become dangerous. It's not my fault bạn refuse to head warning." Wilhelm Magnus let his book fall onto the desk. His sleeked back hair resembled that of the sly cat that had taunted Callaghan in the hallway, except his was touched bởi grey and longer at the nape. Magnus rested his elbows on the bàn and gazed at the young man before nodding to the hình ảnh on the table. They depicted bloody horrors of men and women, some cut to pieces bởi gunfire and other slices open bởi a knife. "We were right about both of them then. The same killer instincts as their father. The boy ripped right through my yêu thích mercenaries. And his sister..."
"It's my fault. I should have been thêm careful."
"Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll have the scars to remember your fault. Meanwhile Casey is eager for a turn at the princess. His methods may be...uncouth, but surely much thêm affective."
"No!" Callaghan froze at how loud his voice came out. He straightened his back and attempted to restrain himself. "I just need thêm time. The princess was interested in my offer."
"Oh yes, I can tell bởi the way she dislocated your shoulder and tore your arm open with her claws."
"You can't give her to Casey. She's just a child!"
"Then I suppose it's inappropriate for bạn to get that look in your eyes when bạn think of her."
Cal clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring, and turned to leave.
"You have not been dismissed, Callaghan Rurik." He stopped at the tone of the superior warlock. Wilhelm sighed and sat back in his chair. The multicolored coronation on the breast of his faded red áo, áo khoác was suddenly exposed, a symbol of a revolution from long ago. "Your compassion reminds me greatly of your mother. Honestly, I thought bạn would have defected to return to her side bởi now, but the fact that bạn haven't shows a loyalty I greatly appreciate. For that reason, bạn may continue with your method a while longer. But don't take too long, hoặc else it'll be Casey's turn to try to...convince her."
The naked woman lounging on the đi văng had grown bored of her pipe and sauntered over to drape herself across her master's lap behind the desk. Magnus's attention was immediately diverted to the beautiful harlot and waved a hand in dismissal.
Cal nodded and quickly opened the door to leave, feeling a sickness in the pit of his stomach. "Thank bạn for your graciousness, father," he ground out between his clenched teeth before letting the heavy door fall shut behind him. He strode swiftly back down the dark hall. In a few feet his boots were pounding across the marble flooring as he sprinted out of the corridor, the ghastly cackle of a feral cat hot on his heels.
pt 1: link
pt 1.5: link
Deals After Midnight
Only pools of moonlight streaming down from the clerestory windows offered guidance down the long hallway. Callaghan's boots clicked loudly against the polished floors, making him tense at every step. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the whisper of air that signaled movement to his right.
"Fancy meetin' bạn here," purred the feral cat that had materialized bởi his aide.
"What do bạn want, Casey?"
"I just wanted to ensure my yêu thích big brother returned with his prize...which I see bạn have not."
Callaghan stopped abruptly at the pleased tone. He turned a glare down at the thin, younger man at his side. The scrutinized brother raised in chin as if that could make up for his lack in height. The carefully slicked back hair black as oil to match the carefully pressed button up áo sơ mi tucked into ironed slacks. All to make up for the ghoulish tim, trái tim that rested in the young warlock's chest.
"What's that?" Casey asked suddenly. His burgundy red eyes, glowing in the moonlight, seemed to have only just taken in the treo lên, sling keeping the other's bandaged right arm close to his chest.
"What does it look like?"
"I thought bạn were taking Laelaps and the Người sói with bạn for protection."
"What do bạn care?"
He continued his march down the dark hall. Casey seemed to cower back into the shadows, but Cal knew the younger would remain within ear shot of the lecture he was about to receive.
On the other side of the oak doors at the end of the hall was a large room cluttered bởi lanterns and papers. Glass figurines and perfume bottles shared shelf không gian with thick volumes and journals. The bàn was worse. The oak surface, cut from the same cây as the doors, was cluttered with pens and papers atop an unfolded map of the Eastern hemisphere.
The first thing Callaghan noticed upon entrance was the occupant of the velvet duvet against the western wall. Her ôliu, ô liu skin shone in the soft lantern light like oil hoặc sweat. That body was completely bare aside from black ink hình xăm and a variety of twinkling earrings. A ruby adorned each plump breast to draw attention there. The woman winked at Callaghan over her long stem pipe. The young man attempted to ignore the entertainer as he faced the man who had summoned him as soon as he had returned from him quest to Italy.
"Must I really demand an explanation?" the warlock sitting behind the bàn inquired without lifting his eyes from his book.
"I was caught off guard, but things are under control."
"I warned bạn that the mission may become dangerous. It's not my fault bạn refuse to head warning." Wilhelm Magnus let his book fall onto the desk. His sleeked back hair resembled that of the sly cat that had taunted Callaghan in the hallway, except his was touched bởi grey and longer at the nape. Magnus rested his elbows on the bàn and gazed at the young man before nodding to the hình ảnh on the table. They depicted bloody horrors of men and women, some cut to pieces bởi gunfire and other slices open bởi a knife. "We were right about both of them then. The same killer instincts as their father. The boy ripped right through my yêu thích mercenaries. And his sister..."
"It's my fault. I should have been thêm careful."
"Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll have the scars to remember your fault. Meanwhile Casey is eager for a turn at the princess. His methods may be...uncouth, but surely much thêm affective."
"No!" Callaghan froze at how loud his voice came out. He straightened his back and attempted to restrain himself. "I just need thêm time. The princess was interested in my offer."
"Oh yes, I can tell bởi the way she dislocated your shoulder and tore your arm open with her claws."
"You can't give her to Casey. She's just a child!"
"Then I suppose it's inappropriate for bạn to get that look in your eyes when bạn think of her."
Cal clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring, and turned to leave.
"You have not been dismissed, Callaghan Rurik." He stopped at the tone of the superior warlock. Wilhelm sighed and sat back in his chair. The multicolored coronation on the breast of his faded red áo, áo khoác was suddenly exposed, a symbol of a revolution from long ago. "Your compassion reminds me greatly of your mother. Honestly, I thought bạn would have defected to return to her side bởi now, but the fact that bạn haven't shows a loyalty I greatly appreciate. For that reason, bạn may continue with your method a while longer. But don't take too long, hoặc else it'll be Casey's turn to try to...convince her."
The naked woman lounging on the đi văng had grown bored of her pipe and sauntered over to drape herself across her master's lap behind the desk. Magnus's attention was immediately diverted to the beautiful harlot and waved a hand in dismissal.
Cal nodded and quickly opened the door to leave, feeling a sickness in the pit of his stomach. "Thank bạn for your graciousness, father," he ground out between his clenched teeth before letting the heavy door fall shut behind him. He strode swiftly back down the dark hall. In a few feet his boots were pounding across the marble flooring as he sprinted out of the corridor, the ghastly cackle of a feral cat hot on his heels.
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling tiếp theo to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their súng at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling tiếp theo to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their súng at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight bởi wings. Shape shift to chó sói, sói and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was được trao the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note đã đưa ý kiến that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))