A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.
"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The مالٹا, نارنگی jumpsuit he wore was little مزید than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. آپ have refused to give us any information that we desire. And now, آپ shall die."
The jailer pulled a pistol from his کوٹ and pointed it at the prisoner.
"On your feet," he ordered.
The boy pulled himself onto his hands and knees.
"On your feet!"
No response. The jailer nodded to the two guards, and they grabbed the boy under he arms and pulled him up like a rag doll. The young captor kept his head down.
"Any last requests?"
"How about a smoke, sér*?" His voice was hoarse and tinted with a thick accent as he responded in Russian.
The jailer chuckled. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to the prisoner. He held up the flame of a lighter to the end. The prisoner looked up, مرکت, ایمرلڈ green eyes suddenly glowing, and blew a بادل of smoke into the jailer's face. The man stumbled back in surprise.
The prisoner twisted from his handlers' grips, raised his hands, and blasted them with green orbs of energy. They flew back into the crowd of gathered guards, who were momentarily stunned.
The boy turned and sprinted to the gate. He blasted an orb at it, leaving a gaping hole, and leapt through it without hesitation.
Yells and shouts followed him as he sped downhill. A roar began in the distance and grew louder as the boy approached the tracks. He sprinted faster, barely keeping his footing on the steep hillside.
A train approached, the clank of the wheels rattling the night. The boy counted the cars as he neared them. The seventh approached, doors wide open as promised, and leapt into it. He scrambled to get inside and was pulled up سے طرف کی two strong hands.
Exhausted from the rush, he slumped against the دیوار as the adrenaline drained away and pain began to throb from his wounds.
The boy took his eyes off the view if the fading asylum on the ہل, لندن and to the girl who had pulled him into the car.
The blonde's stormy grey eyes glistened as she leaned forward.
"Hello, Aurum*," he croaked before her lips pressed against his. Warmth flooded him and the burning of his wounds were momentarily replaced سے طرف کی a cool bliss.
Aryess pulled back all too soon.
"Hey, Argentum*," she breathed. "Glad to have آپ back."
"Good to be back," Aleksander said. He cupped her cheek and pulled her into another kiss.
razboynik- brigand (Russian)
sér- sir (Russian)
Aurum- Silver (Latin)
Argentum- سونا (Latin)
"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The مالٹا, نارنگی jumpsuit he wore was little مزید than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. آپ have refused to give us any information that we desire. And now, آپ shall die."
The jailer pulled a pistol from his کوٹ and pointed it at the prisoner.
"On your feet," he ordered.
The boy pulled himself onto his hands and knees.
"On your feet!"
No response. The jailer nodded to the two guards, and they grabbed the boy under he arms and pulled him up like a rag doll. The young captor kept his head down.
"Any last requests?"
"How about a smoke, sér*?" His voice was hoarse and tinted with a thick accent as he responded in Russian.
The jailer chuckled. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to the prisoner. He held up the flame of a lighter to the end. The prisoner looked up, مرکت, ایمرلڈ green eyes suddenly glowing, and blew a بادل of smoke into the jailer's face. The man stumbled back in surprise.
The prisoner twisted from his handlers' grips, raised his hands, and blasted them with green orbs of energy. They flew back into the crowd of gathered guards, who were momentarily stunned.
The boy turned and sprinted to the gate. He blasted an orb at it, leaving a gaping hole, and leapt through it without hesitation.
Yells and shouts followed him as he sped downhill. A roar began in the distance and grew louder as the boy approached the tracks. He sprinted faster, barely keeping his footing on the steep hillside.
A train approached, the clank of the wheels rattling the night. The boy counted the cars as he neared them. The seventh approached, doors wide open as promised, and leapt into it. He scrambled to get inside and was pulled up سے طرف کی two strong hands.
Exhausted from the rush, he slumped against the دیوار as the adrenaline drained away and pain began to throb from his wounds.
The boy took his eyes off the view if the fading asylum on the ہل, لندن and to the girl who had pulled him into the car.
The blonde's stormy grey eyes glistened as she leaned forward.
"Hello, Aurum*," he croaked before her lips pressed against his. Warmth flooded him and the burning of his wounds were momentarily replaced سے طرف کی a cool bliss.
Aryess pulled back all too soon.
"Hey, Argentum*," she breathed. "Glad to have آپ back."
"Good to be back," Aleksander said. He cupped her cheek and pulled her into another kiss.
razboynik- brigand (Russian)
sér- sir (Russian)
Aurum- Silver (Latin)
Argentum- سونا (Latin)
Name: Kaleb Anton
Alias: Arkana
Age: 17
Alliance: Hero
Appearance: shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, 5'10", pale skin
Personality: kind, caring, withdrawn, doesn't trust people easily, stubborn, brave
Powers: He has transformation powers that allow him to alter his appearance, martial arts, fights with a bow staff with a hidden blade
Bio: His life as a kid was normal, he went to school, he helped at his dad's shop. When he was sixteen he left his family after discovering his powers. He trained for a سال abroad before joining the team
Okay, I'm gonna come right out and say it:
Young Justice Invasion Episodes 8-18 are ready to air.
BOOM! Good news!
Comic کتابیں are right on schedule.
Video Game something یا other, didn't really look:
link
Now, I also wanna say that the Robin we knew in Season 1 would never do this to a girl. But....
Dick Grayson has dated Zatanna
Dick Grayson is dating Batgirl
And Dick's surprising girlfriend is....
Rocket???
So...... Yeah..... Link below.
Adios! *runs and hides*
link
Wait, did he just blow off Tim? And Babs is strangely okay with two girls kissing her BF....
Young Justice Invasion Episodes 8-18 are ready to air.
BOOM! Good news!
Comic کتابیں are right on schedule.
Video Game something یا other, didn't really look:
link
Now, I also wanna say that the Robin we knew in Season 1 would never do this to a girl. But....
Dick Grayson has dated Zatanna
Dick Grayson is dating Batgirl
And Dick's surprising girlfriend is....
Rocket???
So...... Yeah..... Link below.
Adios! *runs and hides*
link
Wait, did he just blow off Tim? And Babs is strangely okay with two girls kissing her BF....
Name: Alexis "Lexi" Adams
Alias: None....so far!
Powers/skills:
-Flight (wings!)
-abnormal strength like her father,
-gained Fang diseappearing act, only when Lexi moves she's still completely invisible.
-super senses
-Can only control one element, wind. And she only uses to push herself along when she's too lazy to fly.
Past: Alexis was kidnapped at the age of 3 سے طرف کی the School. Only this time, it was different. Instead of keeping her in the United States, they shipped her to Germany, holding her hostage in Itex. At the age of 6, Alexis gained enough strength to break free, and setting free the other experiments along with herself.
Other: -Lexi, is a MAJOR mommy's girl.
-May look like Fang, but she acts like Devin.
-Youngest of all the kids. سے طرف کی 7 یا 8 years.
-Easy to set off temper, but she hides it extremly well.
-She's extremly happy and cheerful.
-PLEASE DON'T give her sugar. She'll bounce off the walls.
2: he loves the way she is and how she jokes around with him
3: he loves it when she smiles at him
4: he loves the way she brushes the hair out of his face
5: he loves it when she blushes
(( i didnt make that many cause lol i dunno just a couple cuz this is the first time this has been done lol hopefully silverwings13 will have a reply to this XD lol but yeah im making a couple one shots on these two beauties <3 iand now i have to talk cause this مضمون isnt long enough WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY!!! <3 okay so Mcl out peace))