Don't worry, this isn't a whole new series.. I kinda got carried away, so itâs probably gonna be at least 3 parts (would that be a three-shot ou a series?? lol). BTWs this takes place when Aislingâs 8 so thatâd be.......eh, toi do the math.
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one would be there. If it was empty, he could leave. He could return to the base; yes, Katana would be angry, but it would be better than this. As he was about to leave, he spotted something. Two unblinking turquoise eyes, large and round, staring him down. Upon looking closer, he made out a face, stringy mud-streaked hair, a tiny, emaciated body. It was a girl, so dirty that she practically blended into the mur behind her. He knew it was his mission to get her, but his body didnât want to comply, and he was already turning around and leaving. But it was too late, she had spotted him, and as he was about to step back into the normal world, relishing the fresh air, she let out a faint cry. Something in him made him turn around; he certainly didnât want to, but it was his last spark of humanity, one that heâd so carefully hidden away when he was around Katana and the others. The girl had dragged herself vers l'avant, vers lâavant and was sitting inches from his feet, the stench of filth, blood, and sweat wafting upwards, making him cough.
âYouâve come for me.â Her voice was surprisingly strong, for such a broken appearance. High-pitched, but it had Lost almost all traces of youth in it, even though she couldnât have been any older than eight. He couldnât help but nod.
âWhat are toi doing with me?â
He didnât know how to respond to that. In fact, he wasnât even sure what he was supposed to do with this child, what Katanaâs plans were. So he didnât say anything.
âYouâre not gonna k-kill me, right?â
The man was speechless. It was as if this child sensed what he was, who he worked for. But it couldnât be. Instinctively, he looked down, but he wasnât wearing his armor, there wasnât even a trace on his clothing that he worked for Kaos. Maybe she was just suspicious par nature, he reasoned. Years of living on the streets--because it was apparent she had been living here for most, if not all, of her life--probably just hardened her, made her wary.
âI hope not.â
She smiled, her blue-green eyes lighting up for the first time. âSo youâll give me a home?â
Something in the girl struck him. He couldnât say no. She beamed, and without thinking, he hoisted her up into his arms. She was getting filth all over his suit, but he didnât notice. His excuse for holding her was that she was probably too weak to walk the distance, as he couldnât teleport. That would reveal his identity, and he didnât want to do that just yet. As he walked, she shifted herself in his grasp. She was extremely light, her skin hanging loose off her bones, empty, hollow. But her gaze captivated him.
âWhatâs your name?â she finally asked.
âAxx--Bryson,â he replied, remembering just in time to give his civilian name. âBryson Carter.â
She smiled, and laughed quietly. âThen Iâd be...Aisling Carter. I like it.â
~~~***~~~***~~~
Luckily, Axxis hadnât picked her up too far from the base in Tampa, only about an hourâs walk. If sheâd been any farther, Gotham, for instance, thatâd be a problem. He had the route memorized, so when he sensed they were getting close, he stopped and opened his rather large briefcase. âCan toi fit in here?â
She nodded and climbed in slowly, hesitantly. âWhy?â
âI canât let anyone see you,â he lied. âNot till we get inside.â
He could see a million questions etched on her face, but luckily, she didnât protest. It was a tight squeeze, but she was small, and he closed it carefully, leaving a small crack for air. Then he slipped the strap over his shoulder, buckling slightly under the weight, and continued on his way.
Aisling was curled up in the darkness, trembling. She wondered where this man, Bryson, was taking her, and why it took so long. But he seemed kind, if a little rough around the edges. She had gradually learned not to readily trust people, but there was something about him that seemed right. If any rate, she was saving her from the life sheâd been living. That made her smile. Her years of hardship, of poverty and filth, were over. It was all over.
Later that night, she lay on her new bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was a tiny cot, plus of a shelf, really, and the surface was hard, but she didnât mind. She shivered slightly under the thin, ragged blanket. He hadnât allowed her out of the mallette, porte-documents until they were well inside the house, and she had looked around in wonder at the dingy concrete walls, the dim light, and the tiny, cramped rooms. She wondered what he was hiding her from; not a single other human was in sight. Heâd taken her into the tiny bathroom, scrubbed her down---heâd had to cut off several inches of her hair just to get it out of the ponytail, and now it fell in soft waves just below her ears--and put her to bed. He hadnât donnĂ© her anything to eat, but she didnât ask. Ever since theyâd gone inside, he was different, uneasy, on edge, slightly snappy.
Happiness bubbled inside her, when she remembered what sheâd realized in the briefcase. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was Iâm finally free.
So there we go! plus on the way! Oh, and toi can ignore the really awkward mallette, porte-documents plot hole..I couldnât think and afterwards I didnât really feel like changing it. :P
His eyes widened as he stepped into the alley, wrinkling his nose at the stench that wafted toward him in thick clouds. He had to walk on his tiptoes to avoid the piles of filth and unidentifiable substances, and he grimaced at the squelching noises his combat boots made on the ground. Pinching his nose shut, he scanned the alley, praying that no one would be there. If it was empty, he could leave. He could return to the base; yes, Katana would be angry, but it would be better than this. As he was about to leave, he spotted something. Two unblinking turquoise eyes, large and round, staring him down. Upon looking closer, he made out a face, stringy mud-streaked hair, a tiny, emaciated body. It was a girl, so dirty that she practically blended into the mur behind her. He knew it was his mission to get her, but his body didnât want to comply, and he was already turning around and leaving. But it was too late, she had spotted him, and as he was about to step back into the normal world, relishing the fresh air, she let out a faint cry. Something in him made him turn around; he certainly didnât want to, but it was his last spark of humanity, one that heâd so carefully hidden away when he was around Katana and the others. The girl had dragged herself vers l'avant, vers lâavant and was sitting inches from his feet, the stench of filth, blood, and sweat wafting upwards, making him cough.
âYouâve come for me.â Her voice was surprisingly strong, for such a broken appearance. High-pitched, but it had Lost almost all traces of youth in it, even though she couldnât have been any older than eight. He couldnât help but nod.
âWhat are toi doing with me?â
He didnât know how to respond to that. In fact, he wasnât even sure what he was supposed to do with this child, what Katanaâs plans were. So he didnât say anything.
âYouâre not gonna k-kill me, right?â
The man was speechless. It was as if this child sensed what he was, who he worked for. But it couldnât be. Instinctively, he looked down, but he wasnât wearing his armor, there wasnât even a trace on his clothing that he worked for Kaos. Maybe she was just suspicious par nature, he reasoned. Years of living on the streets--because it was apparent she had been living here for most, if not all, of her life--probably just hardened her, made her wary.
âI hope not.â
She smiled, her blue-green eyes lighting up for the first time. âSo youâll give me a home?â
Something in the girl struck him. He couldnât say no. She beamed, and without thinking, he hoisted her up into his arms. She was getting filth all over his suit, but he didnât notice. His excuse for holding her was that she was probably too weak to walk the distance, as he couldnât teleport. That would reveal his identity, and he didnât want to do that just yet. As he walked, she shifted herself in his grasp. She was extremely light, her skin hanging loose off her bones, empty, hollow. But her gaze captivated him.
âWhatâs your name?â she finally asked.
âAxx--Bryson,â he replied, remembering just in time to give his civilian name. âBryson Carter.â
She smiled, and laughed quietly. âThen Iâd be...Aisling Carter. I like it.â
~~~***~~~***~~~
Luckily, Axxis hadnât picked her up too far from the base in Tampa, only about an hourâs walk. If sheâd been any farther, Gotham, for instance, thatâd be a problem. He had the route memorized, so when he sensed they were getting close, he stopped and opened his rather large briefcase. âCan toi fit in here?â
She nodded and climbed in slowly, hesitantly. âWhy?â
âI canât let anyone see you,â he lied. âNot till we get inside.â
He could see a million questions etched on her face, but luckily, she didnât protest. It was a tight squeeze, but she was small, and he closed it carefully, leaving a small crack for air. Then he slipped the strap over his shoulder, buckling slightly under the weight, and continued on his way.
Aisling was curled up in the darkness, trembling. She wondered where this man, Bryson, was taking her, and why it took so long. But he seemed kind, if a little rough around the edges. She had gradually learned not to readily trust people, but there was something about him that seemed right. If any rate, she was saving her from the life sheâd been living. That made her smile. Her years of hardship, of poverty and filth, were over. It was all over.
Later that night, she lay on her new bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was a tiny cot, plus of a shelf, really, and the surface was hard, but she didnât mind. She shivered slightly under the thin, ragged blanket. He hadnât allowed her out of the mallette, porte-documents until they were well inside the house, and she had looked around in wonder at the dingy concrete walls, the dim light, and the tiny, cramped rooms. She wondered what he was hiding her from; not a single other human was in sight. Heâd taken her into the tiny bathroom, scrubbed her down---heâd had to cut off several inches of her hair just to get it out of the ponytail, and now it fell in soft waves just below her ears--and put her to bed. He hadnât donnĂ© her anything to eat, but she didnât ask. Ever since theyâd gone inside, he was different, uneasy, on edge, slightly snappy.
Happiness bubbled inside her, when she remembered what sheâd realized in the briefcase. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was Iâm finally free.
So there we go! plus on the way! Oh, and toi can ignore the really awkward mallette, porte-documents plot hole..I couldnât think and afterwards I didnât really feel like changing it. :P
I deleted some, and gained one..so here ya go! If the OC isn't on here, they're probably deleted. ou I forgot some...which is likely.
Heroes:
Brendan Adams- Fang
Jaime Adams- Valac
Alexis AdamsÂ
Alexandria "Alex" Douglas- Nudge
Scott "Scotty" Clancy- White Lightning
Dawson Ryan- Ryu
Daniel Clancy- Spectreo
Jonas Clinton- Nighthawk
And the newest, Hinata Kennedy *cuddles him*Â
Villains:Â
Dallas Union- Seraphs
Kenlie Saunder- Ravenna
Blake Douglas- Kid Devil.
Hinatas bio should be up sometime, not sure when!
Heroes:
Brendan Adams- Fang
Jaime Adams- Valac
Alexis AdamsÂ
Alexandria "Alex" Douglas- Nudge
Scott "Scotty" Clancy- White Lightning
Dawson Ryan- Ryu
Daniel Clancy- Spectreo
Jonas Clinton- Nighthawk
And the newest, Hinata Kennedy *cuddles him*Â
Villains:Â
Dallas Union- Seraphs
Kenlie Saunder- Ravenna
Blake Douglas- Kid Devil.
Hinatas bio should be up sometime, not sure when!
Brendan stood in his Navy uniform in silence.Â
"Why....why did toi do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started Ă©criture his Friends name on the wall. They begged toi not to go into this. toi knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged toi gods sake. I don't get why toi did it...but I guess toi made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, toi felt it was your place, to take that spot. But toi brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only toi could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put toi through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.Â
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
"Why....why did toi do it?" He pulled off his hat, and stared at the memorial, it was a tribute to the fallen soldiers. Brendan dipped his finger in black paint, and started Ă©criture his Friends name on the wall. They begged toi not to go into this. toi knew it was suicide mission, escpically with your powers. She begged toi gods sake. I don't get why toi did it...but I guess toi made your choice. Tears slid down Brendans face I guess, toi felt it was your place, to take that spot. But toi brought down a evil force, a force so strong, that only toi could break it. The Government will pay. They'll pay for what they put toi through. I swear I'll avenge your death. Brendan wiped his hands clean and walked away. He had thirty-hours until he boarded the submarine, that's when his plan went underway.Â
Anyone got any idea who sacrificed themself?
Excerpt-
"Is this cool ou what?!" the teen exclaimed plus than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can toi not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell toi again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, Playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet toi Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
"Is this cool ou what?!" the teen exclaimed plus than asked. His companion merely grunted a reply barely audible over the cheering crowd.
"Oh come on! How can toi not like him?!"
"Do I really need to tell toi again, Parker?"
"Yes."
"He's an eccentric, Playboy billionaire who goes out at night and--"
"And?" Peter asked, smirk plastered to his face.
Sam grinned. "Ah, you're right." He frowned again. "I still don't like him."
"Whatever." Peter said, waving his hand absentmindedly.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, Samuel Grant!"
The crowd burst into fresh cheers as Sam walked on-stage and shook the billionaire's hand. "Pleasure to meet toi Mr. Stark."
"He's a natural actor." Peter shrugged.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: blonde hair and dark blue eyes ( eyes can change colour depending on mood)
Personality: she is very strong willed and powerful, she often enjoys sparing but seems to be very stubborn when she needs help ou is in danger.
Powers/ Abilities: she can teleport ( but usually fails) she is very handy with her sword and has many skills in combat .
Past: when she was young, her mother died being stabbed par her father and she was abused par her father for many years, she ran away and was set off on her own until she was found par flash and was recommeneded to jooin the team.
( hope toi like it i worked really hard and think i did a good job)