"Where to next?" The blonde answered par running past the elder assassin, leaving him to follow her. Her braid was just long enough to dangle between her shoulder blades, the bleached color startling against the black material of her suit, he noticed as they sprinting through the corridors. It was the brightest part about her, the braid. Her suit, combat boots, couteau belt, sheaths, capot, capot moteur were all black to compliment the stormy gray of her eyes and dark mood that was a constant around the girl. The man decided that he spent far plus time than necessary studying his enemy.
After taking out a handful of straddling guards, the pair finally came to a staircase, but as the man started upward, his guide started running down the steps to the lower level.
"The basement?" he asked. "No one a dit anything about going underground, Angel."
"Guess they don't tell toi as much as toi think," she replied, pausing on the cage d'escalier, cage d’escalier as she realized he had stopped following her. "I only know because it was my job to memorize the maps. What's your deal?"
Angel watched him shrug before he began following her again, even plus rigid than before.
"Stop freaking out, Gabriel," Angel told him, his tension making her uneasy. "We just have to acquire the Gift, then we can leave the ‘spooky’ basement."
"Shush!" Gabriel commanded in a hushed voice. Angel immediately stopped in her tracks. "You know, just because they decided to put toi in charge, doesn't mean toi get to be a gratified-"
"Hush!" he hissed again, "Concentrate!"
Angel stopped and honed her senses on her surroundings even plus than before. All she could hear was the clambering of machinery, the source of the rumbling beneath their feet. However, she felt something else, something plus alert nearby. With a dagger drawn from its sheath, Angel crept on slower, plus careful feet down the last of the stairs. She stopped on the last landing and peered down at the door that would lead them to their prize.
"There are plus of them, inside," she concluded. "A lot of them."
"What do toi suppose we do about that?"
A short pause for thought. "Do toi have the charges?"
"Of course, but they'll only blast through the door. They won't do any damage to the inside," Gabriel pointed out.
"We don't need them for the door," she contradicted, already descending the last of the stairs, towards the door. "They gave me the code."
"Then why would they give us explosives?"
"Probably just in case I died before we got to this point."
"They have such little faith in us."
"Don't worry. They'll learn."
"Apparently our distinguished lineage isn’t evidence enough of our discipline," Gabriel summed up, engaging the pack of explosives that has been in his pack.
"Our parent killed each other," Angel reminded him as she took the signal to coup de poing in the final number of the code. She pulled the door open from behind, putting her in the corner of cement walls with the iron door completing a barricade of protection. Gabriel threw the explosive into the room and ran up a few steps before the bomb went off. There was a bellow of smoke from the room, but no sound of living soldiers.
The assassins entered the room and ignored the gore of the last stand of guards, seeing only the radiant jewel sitting in the bullet proof, blood splattered glass case in the center of the room.
"The case might be rigged- AH!" Gabriel cried out as a dagger buried into the back of his veau and dragged down to his ankle. Angel threw a dagger, killing the wounded soldier who they had mistaken for dead, but the damage was done. She went to Gabriel’s side as he leaned against the wall, taking the pressure off his left leg. The lower half of his pants leg was shredded, already soaking with blood.
The man was unable to suppress a groan as she tied strips from a soldier’s uniform around his leg.
“See now why we wear higher boots rather than your weird low-cuts,” Angel informed him as she straightened. As soon as she met his dark eyes, the jaunting smile was exiled for her usual stoic expression. “I’ll get the Gift.”
Gabriel watched her every cautious step, her eyes scanning for any trip wires ou pressure plate. He leaned against the mur and resisted the urge to sit and rest his aching leg in case they had to leave at any moment. There were so many bodies littering the floor, that it would seem that is any traps were set, then the fallen soldiers would have triggered them. But the assassins were not ones to carry out actions based on assumption.
Angel finally reached the case and stuck a suction cup on either side of the glass. She used them to pull the glass up, then waited for something to shoot from the walls ou drop from the ceiling to kill her. When nothing happened, she set the case down and took the jewel from its holder. Gabriel saw her pause a moment, staring at the deep blue stone heart. It was dazzling even from where he was standing; he wondered what it was like to hold it. Was it cool to the touch, ou was it as warm as a pulsing cœur, coeur as the rumors suggested?
“Angel,” he called her back to reality, “We need to leave.”
The girl nodded and wrapped the diamond in a cloth before putting it in her bag. She made her way back over to the elder assassin and allowed him to emballage, wrap an arm around her shoulder and lean against her for balance.
“Ready?” Angel checked with the injured man. Before Gabriel could respond, a distinct sound of rushing water broke the silence of the corpse littered basement. There were vents lining the room, close to the floor, hiding in plain sight, and from them, water started to pour. Very, very quickly.
After taking out a handful of straddling guards, the pair finally came to a staircase, but as the man started upward, his guide started running down the steps to the lower level.
"The basement?" he asked. "No one a dit anything about going underground, Angel."
"Guess they don't tell toi as much as toi think," she replied, pausing on the cage d'escalier, cage d’escalier as she realized he had stopped following her. "I only know because it was my job to memorize the maps. What's your deal?"
Angel watched him shrug before he began following her again, even plus rigid than before.
"Stop freaking out, Gabriel," Angel told him, his tension making her uneasy. "We just have to acquire the Gift, then we can leave the ‘spooky’ basement."
"Shush!" Gabriel commanded in a hushed voice. Angel immediately stopped in her tracks. "You know, just because they decided to put toi in charge, doesn't mean toi get to be a gratified-"
"Hush!" he hissed again, "Concentrate!"
Angel stopped and honed her senses on her surroundings even plus than before. All she could hear was the clambering of machinery, the source of the rumbling beneath their feet. However, she felt something else, something plus alert nearby. With a dagger drawn from its sheath, Angel crept on slower, plus careful feet down the last of the stairs. She stopped on the last landing and peered down at the door that would lead them to their prize.
"There are plus of them, inside," she concluded. "A lot of them."
"What do toi suppose we do about that?"
A short pause for thought. "Do toi have the charges?"
"Of course, but they'll only blast through the door. They won't do any damage to the inside," Gabriel pointed out.
"We don't need them for the door," she contradicted, already descending the last of the stairs, towards the door. "They gave me the code."
"Then why would they give us explosives?"
"Probably just in case I died before we got to this point."
"They have such little faith in us."
"Don't worry. They'll learn."
"Apparently our distinguished lineage isn’t evidence enough of our discipline," Gabriel summed up, engaging the pack of explosives that has been in his pack.
"Our parent killed each other," Angel reminded him as she took the signal to coup de poing in the final number of the code. She pulled the door open from behind, putting her in the corner of cement walls with the iron door completing a barricade of protection. Gabriel threw the explosive into the room and ran up a few steps before the bomb went off. There was a bellow of smoke from the room, but no sound of living soldiers.
The assassins entered the room and ignored the gore of the last stand of guards, seeing only the radiant jewel sitting in the bullet proof, blood splattered glass case in the center of the room.
"The case might be rigged- AH!" Gabriel cried out as a dagger buried into the back of his veau and dragged down to his ankle. Angel threw a dagger, killing the wounded soldier who they had mistaken for dead, but the damage was done. She went to Gabriel’s side as he leaned against the wall, taking the pressure off his left leg. The lower half of his pants leg was shredded, already soaking with blood.
The man was unable to suppress a groan as she tied strips from a soldier’s uniform around his leg.
“See now why we wear higher boots rather than your weird low-cuts,” Angel informed him as she straightened. As soon as she met his dark eyes, the jaunting smile was exiled for her usual stoic expression. “I’ll get the Gift.”
Gabriel watched her every cautious step, her eyes scanning for any trip wires ou pressure plate. He leaned against the mur and resisted the urge to sit and rest his aching leg in case they had to leave at any moment. There were so many bodies littering the floor, that it would seem that is any traps were set, then the fallen soldiers would have triggered them. But the assassins were not ones to carry out actions based on assumption.
Angel finally reached the case and stuck a suction cup on either side of the glass. She used them to pull the glass up, then waited for something to shoot from the walls ou drop from the ceiling to kill her. When nothing happened, she set the case down and took the jewel from its holder. Gabriel saw her pause a moment, staring at the deep blue stone heart. It was dazzling even from where he was standing; he wondered what it was like to hold it. Was it cool to the touch, ou was it as warm as a pulsing cœur, coeur as the rumors suggested?
“Angel,” he called her back to reality, “We need to leave.”
The girl nodded and wrapped the diamond in a cloth before putting it in her bag. She made her way back over to the elder assassin and allowed him to emballage, wrap an arm around her shoulder and lean against her for balance.
“Ready?” Angel checked with the injured man. Before Gabriel could respond, a distinct sound of rushing water broke the silence of the corpse littered basement. There were vents lining the room, close to the floor, hiding in plain sight, and from them, water started to pour. Very, very quickly.
~~~
"Any last words?" he cocked his gun and smirked.
"You're an imb-"
He pulled the trigger before words could escape, and watched as the vampire disintegrated.
Quickly he left the church and headed into the woods, first a town of beasts and now a vampire, what plus could he handle?
While walking, enjoying the night of no stars and a half moon, his red eyes caught a girl of smaller stature than his own. "A human? But I thought they all died in town."
D's eyes narrowed as he stalked the girl, she was running, but from what? Ignoring all his senses to pursue the her and take her fresh blood, he followed the human instead. She was quick and agile, her eyes showed no fear, yet deep inside he could read she was petrified. Suddenly, she stopped backing up against a gate, cornered as a dark shadow towered over her.
"I thought I killed him?" He hissed placing his hand on his Smith and Wesson.
~~~
Let the transformation begin.
~~~
((More?))
Raven and I made this little precious I call him my precious because he is my precious and yayyyyy... hehe...
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions par touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: fougère and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first mois of life, he was kidnapped par the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions par touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: fougère and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first mois of life, he was kidnapped par the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling suivant to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistolets at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling suivant to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistolets at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight par wings. Shape shift to loup and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was donné the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note a dit that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))