Otherwise known as "Reboot: 6P7e1-3". If toi can figure out those numbers, you're a genius... Anyways, enjoy!
The cycle repeated
As explosions broke in the sky
Eyes closed, she felt the world around her dissolve into duller couleurs of steel and cement. The windows crashed inwardly, montrer her in jagged glass, and she opened her eyes to the all-too familiar warehouse she’d called accueil at one point. She swallowed fearfully as she realized it was exactly the same as before; same room, same outfit, same dream.
All that I needed
Was the one thing I couldn't find
She panicked as she turned a full 360, hoping desperately for a way out, ou a new figure in the shadows, but there was nothing, no one. Tears threatened to fall as she made a mad dash down a hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls and rebounding into her head loudly. The first hallway lead to another, and another, until she was Lost in a maze of darkness, where no feu could help her see. She needed out. She had to leave.
And toi were there at the turn
Waiting to let me know
One corner after another, right, left, right, then she smiled as a young male figure came into her view. “Eric...” she breathed thankfully.
He turned, and she faltered at the unfamiliar face. “You- you’re not--”
He smiled, but it was insincere, as a spark of red glowed in his crystal blue irises. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
She took a step back, her breath shallow. “No-no, I don’t-”
He reached out and took her forearms in his grasp, digging his nails into her bare arms. Her eyes went wide, and he opened his mouth, staring at her intently, all seriousness. “Everything toi worked for,” he intoned, “is now what toi will end.”
She escaped him and ran past for the door, opening it, and stepping into the beginning room once more. A cycle she couldn’t break. Her life on repeat.
We're building it up
To break it back down
We're building it up
To burn it down
We can't wait
To burn it to the ground
Two months later, she finally took to cœur, coeur the thing the non-Eric had been saying. The trust she’d built with her team members was gone with a flick of the hand and a spark from her fingers. Two months of a comatose-induced nightmare and her conscious had snapped under the pressure of the simple statement that at first was just a confusing sentence. Her subconscious had merged with the phoenix spirit and kicked into overdrive, shifting her memories. She woke in the infirmary, alight with the flames of her own doing, and thought nothing of it, except that her original purpose had begun. Now she had to finish it.
When toi fall, I'll take my turn
And fan the flames
As your blazes burn
“Fin!”
Aisling fell to her knees, coughing up smoke from the bottom of her lungs, looking up to her once-friend. “Fin, what’s going on?”
Eric lifted his head up to his girlfriend, eyes stinging at the heat radiating from the flames surrounding them all. Mercy couldn’t even manage to hold back the feu at the intensity it was approaching with. Delta was against the wall, struggling to keep Mel awake, and Fang was with Devin in the corner, watching their daughter worriedly. Aisling coughed weakly. “Fin?!”
The firecaster turned, her eyes ablaze, but empty all the same, nothing but the color remained. No sign of life was in them, which shocked Aisling to the point where she was frozen. Eric glanced over. “What?! Aisling, what’s wrong? What is Fin doing?”
Aisling shook her head, looking at the ground. “That’s not... That’s not Fin anymore,” she murmured. She didn’t notice when she fell completely to the ground, nor did she notice when the flames finally surrounded her and darkness enclosed her vision. Anyone in the room was no longer there, even if their bodies were. Even when one cœur, coeur still beat, the person who once owned it, was gone.
The cycle repeated
As explosions broke in the sky
Eyes closed, she felt the world around her dissolve into duller couleurs of steel and cement. The windows crashed inwardly, montrer her in jagged glass, and she opened her eyes to the all-too familiar warehouse she’d called accueil at one point. She swallowed fearfully as she realized it was exactly the same as before; same room, same outfit, same dream.
All that I needed
Was the one thing I couldn't find
She panicked as she turned a full 360, hoping desperately for a way out, ou a new figure in the shadows, but there was nothing, no one. Tears threatened to fall as she made a mad dash down a hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls and rebounding into her head loudly. The first hallway lead to another, and another, until she was Lost in a maze of darkness, where no feu could help her see. She needed out. She had to leave.
And toi were there at the turn
Waiting to let me know
One corner after another, right, left, right, then she smiled as a young male figure came into her view. “Eric...” she breathed thankfully.
He turned, and she faltered at the unfamiliar face. “You- you’re not--”
He smiled, but it was insincere, as a spark of red glowed in his crystal blue irises. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”
She took a step back, her breath shallow. “No-no, I don’t-”
He reached out and took her forearms in his grasp, digging his nails into her bare arms. Her eyes went wide, and he opened his mouth, staring at her intently, all seriousness. “Everything toi worked for,” he intoned, “is now what toi will end.”
She escaped him and ran past for the door, opening it, and stepping into the beginning room once more. A cycle she couldn’t break. Her life on repeat.
We're building it up
To break it back down
We're building it up
To burn it down
We can't wait
To burn it to the ground
Two months later, she finally took to cœur, coeur the thing the non-Eric had been saying. The trust she’d built with her team members was gone with a flick of the hand and a spark from her fingers. Two months of a comatose-induced nightmare and her conscious had snapped under the pressure of the simple statement that at first was just a confusing sentence. Her subconscious had merged with the phoenix spirit and kicked into overdrive, shifting her memories. She woke in the infirmary, alight with the flames of her own doing, and thought nothing of it, except that her original purpose had begun. Now she had to finish it.
When toi fall, I'll take my turn
And fan the flames
As your blazes burn
“Fin!”
Aisling fell to her knees, coughing up smoke from the bottom of her lungs, looking up to her once-friend. “Fin, what’s going on?”
Eric lifted his head up to his girlfriend, eyes stinging at the heat radiating from the flames surrounding them all. Mercy couldn’t even manage to hold back the feu at the intensity it was approaching with. Delta was against the wall, struggling to keep Mel awake, and Fang was with Devin in the corner, watching their daughter worriedly. Aisling coughed weakly. “Fin?!”
The firecaster turned, her eyes ablaze, but empty all the same, nothing but the color remained. No sign of life was in them, which shocked Aisling to the point where she was frozen. Eric glanced over. “What?! Aisling, what’s wrong? What is Fin doing?”
Aisling shook her head, looking at the ground. “That’s not... That’s not Fin anymore,” she murmured. She didn’t notice when she fell completely to the ground, nor did she notice when the flames finally surrounded her and darkness enclosed her vision. Anyone in the room was no longer there, even if their bodies were. Even when one cœur, coeur still beat, the person who once owned it, was gone.
age:18
alias:goodgirl
power(s):sings musique that controls her enemy,levitation,and *bloodance
civvies:black and blue dress(changes her outfits a lot)
herocostume:long black and blue dress black boots
BG story:park ran away from accueil at the age of 6,because she did not like her parents and a nice young lady took her in for a while and taught Park how to play piano and violin and she learned that she had a great gift to musique and had grown powers that came from her music,so she then joined the young justice kids,and became Goodgirl.
<3<3<3 hope toi liked it :)
*bloodance is when she plays her violin really fast and makes the villain dance so much he starts to bleed to death.
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Not really, just with some good news and bad news. Which do toi want to hear first? Bad news it is. I'm cancelling the Red Revenge four part finale and the four season web-series that would've followed.
*Listens to silent audience* I'm sorry you're so displeased. *more silence* Anyway, onto the good news.
I just purchased a website which will become the accueil of the Black Hero in the very near future. I'm working on books, videos, character slots, and maybe even a game for the website! No confirmed rendez-vous amoureux, date when this will be up but hopefully this summer.
Also, I'm restarting the Red Revenge series in his own world where everything belongs to me. The first book (the creation story, what else) will be published in three parts (for plus details, stay tuned to my wall.)
So, while I'm cancelling Red Revenge VI: The Legend Falls here, I will be opening the Black Hero's website and publishing the first in a ten book saga this Summer. Stay tuned!
Not really, just with some good news and bad news. Which do toi want to hear first? Bad news it is. I'm cancelling the Red Revenge four part finale and the four season web-series that would've followed.
*Listens to silent audience* I'm sorry you're so displeased. *more silence* Anyway, onto the good news.
I just purchased a website which will become the accueil of the Black Hero in the very near future. I'm working on books, videos, character slots, and maybe even a game for the website! No confirmed rendez-vous amoureux, date when this will be up but hopefully this summer.
Also, I'm restarting the Red Revenge series in his own world where everything belongs to me. The first book (the creation story, what else) will be published in three parts (for plus details, stay tuned to my wall.)
So, while I'm cancelling Red Revenge VI: The Legend Falls here, I will be opening the Black Hero's website and publishing the first in a ten book saga this Summer. Stay tuned!