Proven part I
Silver Wings POV
The feu raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, my room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos...
I woke with a start. Sitting up in my bed, covered in sweat, I became aware of the loud beeps of my alarm clock. I hit the snooze and took a deep, relieved breath. It was only a dream. Scratch that, a night mare.
I kicked off my covers and jumped out of bed. I hurriedly got dressed in my uniform and brushed my sun-bleached blonde hair. My manche longue, manches longues chemisier covered the worse of the bruises from the fight with Kobra's henchmen. They were near faded, having healed over the last two nights.
I pulled on my back pack, slipped on my sneakers, placed my dark sunglasses to hide my glinting eyes, and opened the bedroom door as softly as I could. The corridor was quiet, though I could hear the douche running in the toilettes, salle de bain down the hall. Apparently I wasn't the only early riser.
Silent as the wind, I crept to the kitchen, snatched a pop-tart from the pantry, and made it to the zeta-tubes without incident. 'Recognized Silver Wings B13'. I winced as the computer announced my departure, its robotic voice bouncing off the cave walls.
The cool air of Gotham greeted me as I stepped out of the telephone booth. There were few people around at 6am, though there was plenty of traffic as they rushed to work.
I forced myself to keep calm as I strode through the streets, past the boutique windows advertising rose sweaters and wedding cakes, and munched on my breakfast. It seemed ages before I reached the shabby apartment complex that had been my accueil for the last three years.
"It's nice to finally have familiar surroundings for a change," I thought, gazing at the pealing green wallpaper. The scent of candles and dust filled my nose. An odd combination to associate with home.
Nervousness mixed with my excitement as I climbed the stairs. I wasn't sure why I felt so odd about going back to my apartment. I had spent only four days at Mt. Justice, and those hadn't even been a whole four days. Though I had already begun to think of it as my new home, and, I had to admit, the others had begun to grow one me. Despite the team's large size, they all seemed close, practically family. The word tugged at my gut.
I halted in front of my apartment, but froze with my keys in my hand. I couldn't explain the feeling I had. I was... terrified. I wasn't sure why, since I already knew what would greet me.
Perhaps that what frightened me so much, the sight of the empty apartment. No smell of coffee wafting through the rooms, no age-old country musique playing on the radio. Those had been the first signs that had alerted me my brother was missing a week ago. Had it only been a week? It felt plus like years since that panic filled morning.
I forced my hand to turn the key, repeating to myself that everything would be as expected. I was not ready for the strong hand that covered my mouth, ou the death grip around my wrist that pulled me inside.
Silver Wings POV
The feu raged on. It engulfed the whole house, encasing the roof, the windows, my room in angry flames. The sound of breaking glass joined the chorus of splintering timber as a window exploding outward. A scream amplified over the chaos...
I woke with a start. Sitting up in my bed, covered in sweat, I became aware of the loud beeps of my alarm clock. I hit the snooze and took a deep, relieved breath. It was only a dream. Scratch that, a night mare.
I kicked off my covers and jumped out of bed. I hurriedly got dressed in my uniform and brushed my sun-bleached blonde hair. My manche longue, manches longues chemisier covered the worse of the bruises from the fight with Kobra's henchmen. They were near faded, having healed over the last two nights.
I pulled on my back pack, slipped on my sneakers, placed my dark sunglasses to hide my glinting eyes, and opened the bedroom door as softly as I could. The corridor was quiet, though I could hear the douche running in the toilettes, salle de bain down the hall. Apparently I wasn't the only early riser.
Silent as the wind, I crept to the kitchen, snatched a pop-tart from the pantry, and made it to the zeta-tubes without incident. 'Recognized Silver Wings B13'. I winced as the computer announced my departure, its robotic voice bouncing off the cave walls.
The cool air of Gotham greeted me as I stepped out of the telephone booth. There were few people around at 6am, though there was plenty of traffic as they rushed to work.
I forced myself to keep calm as I strode through the streets, past the boutique windows advertising rose sweaters and wedding cakes, and munched on my breakfast. It seemed ages before I reached the shabby apartment complex that had been my accueil for the last three years.
"It's nice to finally have familiar surroundings for a change," I thought, gazing at the pealing green wallpaper. The scent of candles and dust filled my nose. An odd combination to associate with home.
Nervousness mixed with my excitement as I climbed the stairs. I wasn't sure why I felt so odd about going back to my apartment. I had spent only four days at Mt. Justice, and those hadn't even been a whole four days. Though I had already begun to think of it as my new home, and, I had to admit, the others had begun to grow one me. Despite the team's large size, they all seemed close, practically family. The word tugged at my gut.
I halted in front of my apartment, but froze with my keys in my hand. I couldn't explain the feeling I had. I was... terrified. I wasn't sure why, since I already knew what would greet me.
Perhaps that what frightened me so much, the sight of the empty apartment. No smell of coffee wafting through the rooms, no age-old country musique playing on the radio. Those had been the first signs that had alerted me my brother was missing a week ago. Had it only been a week? It felt plus like years since that panic filled morning.
I forced my hand to turn the key, repeating to myself that everything would be as expected. I was not ready for the strong hand that covered my mouth, ou the death grip around my wrist that pulled me inside.
description of the TV Show:
Young Justice follows the adventures of the teenaged superheroes Aqualad (the team leader, age 16), Robin (age 13), Kid Flash (age 15), Superboy (age 16 weeks), Miss Martian (age 16 in Human years), and Artemis (age 15), who have finally gained independence from their leaders and the privilege to start their own covert operations team (of the very populaire Justice League).
The series is not based on the Young Justice comic series par DC Comics ou any comic series in particular, but is simply based on various young Heroes of the DC universe – who are sidekicks and proteges of infamed adult DC superheroes (most of which make up the Justice League).
Summit
Airing: 03/09/2013
Episode Summary:
The Light calls a Summit to decide the final fate of Aqualad, the team… and the entire planet Earth!
Young Justice follows the adventures of the teenaged superheroes Aqualad (the team leader, age 16), Robin (age 13), Kid Flash (age 15), Superboy (age 16 weeks), Miss Martian (age 16 in Human years), and Artemis (age 15), who have finally gained independence from their leaders and the privilege to start their own covert operations team (of the very populaire Justice League).
The series is not based on the Young Justice comic series par DC Comics ou any comic series in particular, but is simply based on various young Heroes of the DC universe – who are sidekicks and proteges of infamed adult DC superheroes (most of which make up the Justice League).
Summit
Airing: 03/09/2013
Episode Summary:
The Light calls a Summit to decide the final fate of Aqualad, the team… and the entire planet Earth!