He leaned against the wall, dressed in his usual attire of jeans, tank top, and trench coat. The ivy along the mur stretched around him as he watched her. His charge had been outside with the others, playing. He came out of the shadows, his favori place to hide. She saw him and ran over.
“Terror!”
He squatted down in front of her so they were eye-level, a smile playing at his lips. Her smile was wide as she hugged him and pulled away.
“Hey Liz. What are toi doing?”
“I was on the swings!”
“Cool. How are those nightmares?”
He already knew the answer. He'd been in her room, watching her, for the past five nights. But he technically wasn't allowed in at night, so he couldn't tell her.
“Still there.”
“I'm sorry. They'll go away soon.”
“I hope so.”
The child's smile faded and she looked at him.
“Why hasn't Mama visited me? She promised to come as often as possible!”
“I know hon, but your mama's busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Helping others.”
“When will she be done?”
“Hard to say kid. Maybe a few plus days.”
“Okay. Promise she'll come back?”
“I promise.”
“I miss her.”
“I know. Just hang in there.”
His eyes roamed over the other children in the orphanage. His eye caught hold of a teenaged boy about his age. Dark hair, shifty eyes. Terror narrowed his eyes before looking back at Lizzie.
“Do toi know that boy?” he asked.
“His name is Carter.”
“Hm. Don't trust him, Lizzie. ou any of these other kids.”
“Why?”
“They have a dark aura that peers into the depths of their dark souls.”
“Okay Terror.”
She hugged him again and he returned it.
“May I go play now?”
“Go on Lizzie. But remember, trust no one.”
He placed a fleur in her hair before standing. Lizzie ran back to her group, returning to playing. Terror stepped back within the shadows, but he didn't disappear. He stayed, watching her. He knew not a single person on the team would heed his warning. He sighed. You fools have just brought on a war.
“Terror!”
He squatted down in front of her so they were eye-level, a smile playing at his lips. Her smile was wide as she hugged him and pulled away.
“Hey Liz. What are toi doing?”
“I was on the swings!”
“Cool. How are those nightmares?”
He already knew the answer. He'd been in her room, watching her, for the past five nights. But he technically wasn't allowed in at night, so he couldn't tell her.
“Still there.”
“I'm sorry. They'll go away soon.”
“I hope so.”
The child's smile faded and she looked at him.
“Why hasn't Mama visited me? She promised to come as often as possible!”
“I know hon, but your mama's busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Helping others.”
“When will she be done?”
“Hard to say kid. Maybe a few plus days.”
“Okay. Promise she'll come back?”
“I promise.”
“I miss her.”
“I know. Just hang in there.”
His eyes roamed over the other children in the orphanage. His eye caught hold of a teenaged boy about his age. Dark hair, shifty eyes. Terror narrowed his eyes before looking back at Lizzie.
“Do toi know that boy?” he asked.
“His name is Carter.”
“Hm. Don't trust him, Lizzie. ou any of these other kids.”
“Why?”
“They have a dark aura that peers into the depths of their dark souls.”
“Okay Terror.”
She hugged him again and he returned it.
“May I go play now?”
“Go on Lizzie. But remember, trust no one.”
He placed a fleur in her hair before standing. Lizzie ran back to her group, returning to playing. Terror stepped back within the shadows, but he didn't disappear. He stayed, watching her. He knew not a single person on the team would heed his warning. He sighed. You fools have just brought on a war.
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jour Forty-One:
Static Shock Episode Eleven: "Replay"
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Summary:
While battling a meta-human capable of duplicating himself, a freak accident permits Replay to make a copy of Static. The doppelgänger ruins Static's name. The entire city declares Static to be public enemy number one, while the real Static fights to restore his good name.
Gonna be busy all day, so I decided to go ahead and put this out. It's sad, really. When toi think about most of these villains...
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jour Forty-One:
Static Shock Episode Eleven: "Replay"
Link: link
Summary:
While battling a meta-human capable of duplicating himself, a freak accident permits Replay to make a copy of Static. The doppelgänger ruins Static's name. The entire city declares Static to be public enemy number one, while the real Static fights to restore his good name.
Gonna be busy all day, so I decided to go ahead and put this out. It's sad, really. When toi think about most of these villains...
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link