It's weird and messed up and stupid but I felt lie 글쓰기 so here..Also, if 당신 don't know that he watched Blade (his wife) die then 당신 won't understand it
The click-clack of her shoes echoed in the long hallways as she made her way to the back of the stony building. She found him standing at a door, arms folded across his broad chest, head down and eyebrows furrowed. He looked up as she got closer and gave her a small sad smile.
"Still?"
"Fraid so. Shall we?"
She nodded her head and opened the door. The room was dark with the exception of a few clusters of lighted candles. The room was bare, inhabitable to anyone except him. He sat in the middle of a drawn out shape in the dirt floor.
His eyes were closed and she saw something similar to black seeds near his feet. She waved a hand and the flames in the candle brightened the room instantly. She heard a curse and a growl as she moved to face the slightly younger boy.
"What are 당신 doing?"
"Can't 당신 tell? 당신 did it lots of times."
The older boy sighed and stood at the door.
"Why must 당신 be difficult?"
"It's in my nature. Didn't 당신 teach me that?"
"And now I regret it."
"You are no help," she hissed and then turned her attention back to the annoyed boy. "Why?"
"Never done it before.."
"Not a good enough reason.." Metus mumbled.
She growled at him and, dragging him 의해 the ear, led him to a corner.
"Be quiet!"
"I can hear 당신 still."
She looked back at him with concern clear in her blue gaze.
"Why are you..?"
"It's easier than remembering what happened....I should have killed him.."
"You technically did."
He scowled at her, picking up on of the seeds.
"What's that for?"
"Call it a purger."
"..it wasn't your fault, Ter."
"You weren't there! 당신 never were! And neither was he! 당신 can both act like we're related, but we know that the truth is I'm not like you. Our powers may be similar, but our blood isn't!"
"Hey we were there that night too!" Metus retorted sharply. "We saw what happened!"
"And yet 당신 never once said anything."
The room fell into silence and the candles dimmed once more. He stared into the flames, his eyes hard and cold. His icy gaze shifted to the dozen 또는 so seeds, back to the fire, and to the seeds. She watched him and moved to kneel behind him.
"If 당신 take those, 당신 won't ever find her. Much less remember."
"I don't need to find her. I knew where she was. And I know things 당신 never will. 당신 have no right to say crap to me."
She sighed and gave him a strong hug.
"I will be doing what I can. We both will."
He nodded very slightly and then the other two slowly left the room, Metus grumbling under his breath. Once alone, he placed the seeds in a pattern before him.
"Terror?"
He looked up at the shadows and watched her appear from the darkness. Her hips moved in an almost seductive way and she put a pale hand on his hair, eyes sparkling at him with a sort of fondness.
"My offer still stands."
He shook his head and she kneeled 의해 him. A hand touched his knee gently and she looked at him head on.
"Wouldn't it be easier to forget?"
"When have I ever done things the easy way, Cis?"
"True."
"Do 당신 think 당신 could do something..?"
"Not a chance in Hell. That's why I stay here."
Her flaxen-hair bobbed as she nodded and she stood, looking at the little seeds.
"A purge? Not many do that.."
"Humans can't, purebloods won't. But I'm a monster. It's better."
"And why would 당신 do that to yourself?"
"Why? Then I never have to hunt again."
"..if it's a consolation, she doesn't deserve what 당신 offer. Not many do. 당신 take on too many burdens."
"Burdens?" He cracked a devilish smile. "That's my specialty, doll. Anything 당신 fear I take."
"Then why get rid of it?"
"It's better to forget your own, right? Besides, I won't need it much longer.."
Her eyes studied him and he gazed at her, drinking her sight in before her form shifted.
His eyes snapped open, the recent wounds glowing an icy blue into his skin. The room was left the same but the smell of wild strawberries lingered in the ironic darkness. He clenched the remaining six seeds in his hands and stood.
"Ten down. Now to forget the rest."
The click-clack of her shoes echoed in the long hallways as she made her way to the back of the stony building. She found him standing at a door, arms folded across his broad chest, head down and eyebrows furrowed. He looked up as she got closer and gave her a small sad smile.
"Still?"
"Fraid so. Shall we?"
She nodded her head and opened the door. The room was dark with the exception of a few clusters of lighted candles. The room was bare, inhabitable to anyone except him. He sat in the middle of a drawn out shape in the dirt floor.
His eyes were closed and she saw something similar to black seeds near his feet. She waved a hand and the flames in the candle brightened the room instantly. She heard a curse and a growl as she moved to face the slightly younger boy.
"What are 당신 doing?"
"Can't 당신 tell? 당신 did it lots of times."
The older boy sighed and stood at the door.
"Why must 당신 be difficult?"
"It's in my nature. Didn't 당신 teach me that?"
"And now I regret it."
"You are no help," she hissed and then turned her attention back to the annoyed boy. "Why?"
"Never done it before.."
"Not a good enough reason.." Metus mumbled.
She growled at him and, dragging him 의해 the ear, led him to a corner.
"Be quiet!"
"I can hear 당신 still."
She looked back at him with concern clear in her blue gaze.
"Why are you..?"
"It's easier than remembering what happened....I should have killed him.."
"You technically did."
He scowled at her, picking up on of the seeds.
"What's that for?"
"Call it a purger."
"..it wasn't your fault, Ter."
"You weren't there! 당신 never were! And neither was he! 당신 can both act like we're related, but we know that the truth is I'm not like you. Our powers may be similar, but our blood isn't!"
"Hey we were there that night too!" Metus retorted sharply. "We saw what happened!"
"And yet 당신 never once said anything."
The room fell into silence and the candles dimmed once more. He stared into the flames, his eyes hard and cold. His icy gaze shifted to the dozen 또는 so seeds, back to the fire, and to the seeds. She watched him and moved to kneel behind him.
"If 당신 take those, 당신 won't ever find her. Much less remember."
"I don't need to find her. I knew where she was. And I know things 당신 never will. 당신 have no right to say crap to me."
She sighed and gave him a strong hug.
"I will be doing what I can. We both will."
He nodded very slightly and then the other two slowly left the room, Metus grumbling under his breath. Once alone, he placed the seeds in a pattern before him.
"Terror?"
He looked up at the shadows and watched her appear from the darkness. Her hips moved in an almost seductive way and she put a pale hand on his hair, eyes sparkling at him with a sort of fondness.
"My offer still stands."
He shook his head and she kneeled 의해 him. A hand touched his knee gently and she looked at him head on.
"Wouldn't it be easier to forget?"
"When have I ever done things the easy way, Cis?"
"True."
"Do 당신 think 당신 could do something..?"
"Not a chance in Hell. That's why I stay here."
Her flaxen-hair bobbed as she nodded and she stood, looking at the little seeds.
"A purge? Not many do that.."
"Humans can't, purebloods won't. But I'm a monster. It's better."
"And why would 당신 do that to yourself?"
"Why? Then I never have to hunt again."
"..if it's a consolation, she doesn't deserve what 당신 offer. Not many do. 당신 take on too many burdens."
"Burdens?" He cracked a devilish smile. "That's my specialty, doll. Anything 당신 fear I take."
"Then why get rid of it?"
"It's better to forget your own, right? Besides, I won't need it much longer.."
Her eyes studied him and he gazed at her, drinking her sight in before her form shifted.
His eyes snapped open, the recent wounds glowing an icy blue into his skin. The room was left the same but the smell of wild strawberries lingered in the ironic darkness. He clenched the remaining six seeds in his hands and stood.
"Ten down. Now to forget the rest."
Sylver
Metus
Cis, my other little mystery~
Alias: Spectrum and Holcate
Powers: Healing, like their father, and flight, minus the wings, telekinesis
Costume/civvies Civvies: Both teens wear jeans, and black converse, but Eliezer wears a white t-shirt and Cole wears blue. Costume: All black and a cloak.
Past: Being the twins of Jack and Alex Michels, both teens grew up happily. Until their mother was struck sick. Of course, she lived. It was a rough journey. Both teens were sent back to prevent anything that could caused her to become sick.
Other: Both teens know of the School but haven't come in contact with them.
-They're very protective of each other.
-Hate anything to do with the School, and Cadmus.
-While Eliezer can tell 당신 anything and everything about the Holocaust, Cole, has the same disorder as Jack, not being able to put face with names.
Daily Episode
일 Forty-Three:
Static Shock Episode Ten: "Bent Out of Shape"
Link: link
Summary:
Rubberband Man escapes from jail and becomes "Stringer," a rapper who is dating Virgil's sister, Sharon. Once Static realizes Stringer is Rubberband Man, he runs away and blames Static for ruining his new life. He attacks Static and unmasks him, but before he can look, Puff and Onyx, meta-humans who decided to become bounty hunters for the cash, intervene.
Rubberband Man returns! But is he truly leading a better life? And what's this connection to Static's family?
일 Forty-Three:
Static Shock Episode Ten: "Bent Out of Shape"
Link: link
Summary:
Rubberband Man escapes from jail and becomes "Stringer," a rapper who is dating Virgil's sister, Sharon. Once Static realizes Stringer is Rubberband Man, he runs away and blames Static for ruining his new life. He attacks Static and unmasks him, but before he can look, Puff and Onyx, meta-humans who decided to become bounty hunters for the cash, intervene.
Rubberband Man returns! But is he truly leading a better life? And what's this connection to Static's family?
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 또는 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.
