She flinched as his hands moved up her leg, tearing the jupe she wore. Her eyes were sealed shut, hot tears streaming down her face. He had her against a wall, wrists strapped down so both hands were free. His voice was was low, evil, disturbed. She tried blocking out his words; she didn't want to hear such disturbing things. He'd practically clawed her haut, retour au début right off, along with her sleeves. Her clothes were barley on her. The plus he touched her, the plus she cried. But because he held her angel's light, her powers didn't work against him. She was unable to stop him.
“Your skin is smooth. Soft.”
She opened her eyes, glaring.
“You're perverted.”
A smirk twisted his demonic face.
“So glad toi noticed.”
She glared but then quickly shut her eyes as his hands moved again to touch her. He placed his mouth par her ear.
“I'm...glad we could have this time together my little angel.”
His claws entered her side and she held back a scream. It went in deeper and all she could see was red; all she could feel was pain. She faintly heard a growl and then the claw was yanked out of her. She felt hands play at the cuffs on her wrists. She forced her eyes open, saw a flash of blonde.
“Terror?”
Her voice was soft, weak.
“Yeah. I can't get it unlocked.”
Terror ran over to the door and opened it. The minute Becca ran inside, Terror collapsed, energy spent. Sam knelt beside him, checked his vital signs.
“He's just unconscious.”
“Just like the others,” Becca muttered, pulling the lock off.
Devin fell against her, spent and wounded.
“Where's Teague?”
“Uhm...let's just say your 'prince' is deadlier than he looks, Dev.”
Devin opened her eyes again to see Fang literally beating Teague to within an inch of his demonic life. A few tears fell from her eyes, overjoyed at the sight him, despite what he was doing.
“Dev? Remind me never to get your guy pissed off. I'm pretty fearless but...damn he's scary when he wants to be.”
“Your skin is smooth. Soft.”
She opened her eyes, glaring.
“You're perverted.”
A smirk twisted his demonic face.
“So glad toi noticed.”
She glared but then quickly shut her eyes as his hands moved again to touch her. He placed his mouth par her ear.
“I'm...glad we could have this time together my little angel.”
His claws entered her side and she held back a scream. It went in deeper and all she could see was red; all she could feel was pain. She faintly heard a growl and then the claw was yanked out of her. She felt hands play at the cuffs on her wrists. She forced her eyes open, saw a flash of blonde.
“Terror?”
Her voice was soft, weak.
“Yeah. I can't get it unlocked.”
Terror ran over to the door and opened it. The minute Becca ran inside, Terror collapsed, energy spent. Sam knelt beside him, checked his vital signs.
“He's just unconscious.”
“Just like the others,” Becca muttered, pulling the lock off.
Devin fell against her, spent and wounded.
“Where's Teague?”
“Uhm...let's just say your 'prince' is deadlier than he looks, Dev.”
Devin opened her eyes again to see Fang literally beating Teague to within an inch of his demonic life. A few tears fell from her eyes, overjoyed at the sight him, despite what he was doing.
“Dev? Remind me never to get your guy pissed off. I'm pretty fearless but...damn he's scary when he wants to be.”
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jour Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated par the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led par Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as a dit superhero ou (b) you're positive no one will get harmed par the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
jour Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated par the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led par Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as a dit superhero ou (b) you're positive no one will get harmed par the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.