Revenge stood on the corner of a skyscraper. The night had been uneventful so far. émeraude was at the base trying to track down Dealer. Surprisingly, Reaper had not escaped prison yet. It surprised Red Revenge. Although Reaper had murdered his father, the man didn't know Red Revenge was Samuel Grant. His arrival always complicated things.
Revenge sighed. The last time he had faced Reaper was two years ago. It had been a small battle, hadn't even made the news. Reaper had escaped and Revenge had caught him and thrown him back. It was Page 3 in the Local section if memory served.
Red Revenge's attention was caught par a teenage girl running down the silent street. A police officer rounded the corner, chasing her. The girl ducked in an alleyway, breathing heavily. She hid behind a poubelle, benne à ordures and watched as the police drove right past her.
Revenge dropped down, but remained in the shadows. The police were still close and the girl remained in her hiding place. Revenge couldn't see much of her. She was wearing dark jeans and a hoodie. A bright yellow and green backpack was on her back.
"The backpack isn't helping toi hide." Revenge said.
The girl whipped around. She couldn't have been older than fourteen, if that old. Her face was concealed in shadows, but Revenge could see fear radiating off of her.
"What's in the backpack?" he asked, stepping out of the shadows. The girl backed up into the wall, breathing heavily. "Stay back! Please!"
Revenge walked vers l'avant, vers l’avant slowly, oblivious to just how frightened the girl was. "I asked a question."
The girl screamed and threw up her hands, palms facing outward as if she were pushing Revenge away. Bright yellow lightning arced from her palms and hit Revenge square in the chest. He yelled and flew backwards into the brick wall.
This story is definitely plus personal for me...
Revenge sighed. The last time he had faced Reaper was two years ago. It had been a small battle, hadn't even made the news. Reaper had escaped and Revenge had caught him and thrown him back. It was Page 3 in the Local section if memory served.
Red Revenge's attention was caught par a teenage girl running down the silent street. A police officer rounded the corner, chasing her. The girl ducked in an alleyway, breathing heavily. She hid behind a poubelle, benne à ordures and watched as the police drove right past her.
Revenge dropped down, but remained in the shadows. The police were still close and the girl remained in her hiding place. Revenge couldn't see much of her. She was wearing dark jeans and a hoodie. A bright yellow and green backpack was on her back.
"The backpack isn't helping toi hide." Revenge said.
The girl whipped around. She couldn't have been older than fourteen, if that old. Her face was concealed in shadows, but Revenge could see fear radiating off of her.
"What's in the backpack?" he asked, stepping out of the shadows. The girl backed up into the wall, breathing heavily. "Stay back! Please!"
Revenge walked vers l'avant, vers l’avant slowly, oblivious to just how frightened the girl was. "I asked a question."
The girl screamed and threw up her hands, palms facing outward as if she were pushing Revenge away. Bright yellow lightning arced from her palms and hit Revenge square in the chest. He yelled and flew backwards into the brick wall.
This story is definitely plus personal for me...
Likes: Swords, animals, history
Best Friend: Blaine, Aryess
Loves: Aryess
Dislikes: Those who pick on the weak
Worst Habit: Too trusting
Personal Secret: I have very few scars
favori Food: French oignon Soup, myrtille pancakes
favori Color: Blue
Code Name: Lance?
Mentor/Inspiration: Arthur
Relations: Unaware of my birth parents
Base of Operations: Currently Nedora
Personal Home: Nedora
Occupation: Knight
Job: Knight
Team: None
What Symbolizes You: Excalibur. ou justice and loyalty
Biggest Regret: Not taking one hit...
Dream Career: Professor of Arthurian History.
Most récent Nightmare: Realizing everything was a dream
Spirit Animal: Dog
Likes: Sweets
Best Friend: None
Loves: Heat
Dislikes: Cold
Worst Habit: Anti-Social
Personal Secret: I can dance really well
favori Food: Creamed Spinach
favori Color: Black
Code Name: Vixen
Mentor/Inspiration: Becca
Relations: None
Base of Operations: Resistance Headquarters
Personal Home: New York
Occupation: Mercenary
Job: Journalist
Team: Resistance
What Symbolizes You: Wind
Biggest Regret: Not falling in love
Dream Career: Travel writer
Most récent Nightmare: Uhh...
Spirit Animal: Fox