BAH. I'm working on Living Remains, I swear, but I was pressured into posting this.
Rated PG-13 for gore and over-description.
Kind of AU-ish, where Nathan Stone is real and not Ryan Zucco, but not dating Fin. At all. :D
The linoleum tiles were splattered with a crimson liquid, and Dick could've sworn it was taunting him. Some of it was just bila mpangilio splashes of coppery scented color against the pale walls, most of it was in patterns and words. Widened grins of a crazed madman were prominent, Bruce noted dutifully, but some were crude letters scribbled with a finger. Among these were "help," "pain," and "Tati," the last one jabbing at Bruce's mind. M'gann was already tearing up, fearing the worst for her little sister.
As they progressed further into the labyrinth they'd Lost her in, the scenes began changing rapidly from bad to worse. The inayofuata room had tarp on the floor and concrete walls that had been white-washed, then coated with thick amounts of blood and ash. There was some dhahabu droplets near the doorway, and Conner noticed with a certain queasy feeling that these, too, smelled of copper.
inayofuata room over and not even Artemis could hold the uchungu, chungu taste of vomit that began to swell up in her throat. The scent here was overwhelming, a mixture of rotten carcasses, spoiled milk, and other things that made the archer blanch. Danna was trying to hold her breath, but that had never been a strong suit of her, and she almost nearly fainted. But that did make her any zaidi relieved to reach the inayofuata room.
Kaldur gaped in horror, Zatanna stifling a scream kwa biting her lips, Wally having a silent, personal inner mental breakdown. The room was full of sharp weapons and empty syringes, a few hollow aerosol cans lying to the side. Each weapon was pure dhahabu ore, as were the syringe needles, and the remains of the gas in the cans, Bruce found, had tiny flecks of something reflective. The ukuta was practically painted in orange-gold, the stench coming off in waves, nauseating Dick. There were a few locks of hair, unusually long, and jet black, stranded among the place, and part of a domino mask sat on the meza, jedwali in the middle of the room. The meza, jedwali itself was long enough for a body to rest on with some extra foot and head room, and there were some leather straps with ukanda buckles. The leather was covering mechanical cuffs, that, when Wally pressed a button, snapped shut.
Bruce walked towards the final door, reaching out to the handle, but hesitating all the same. He wasn't sure he was ready to face whatever his female ward was going through. But he wasn't Bruce now. He was Batman, and Batman needed to be there for his proteges through and through. So he tightly gripped the metal and slammed the door open with a gust of wind.
So far, Nathan hadn't reacted to anything. Yes, he'd seen the blood, he'd smelt the blood, the torn mask was dancing in his mind along with the hairs. But it hadn't registered to him. He'd put it aside and pretended it hadn't been real. The girl he knew and loved had to have gotten through this, she was a Bat. Raised kwa the most stubborn Heroes and heroines in the world. Batman as a father, Black Canary as a godmother, the League as her aunts and uncles. This girl could do just about anything. She was one of two beta's to Kaldur being alpha of this team. She had survived. And he wasn't proved incorrect when Batman opened the door.
There she was, curled up in the corner, her black hair hanging limply around her like a curtain. And if her hair was the curtain, her blood was the rug-- it was just a large puddle, barely any ripples, but there anyways. She looked up with a blank expression, but a grin spread on her face. Her lips were stained red, a bubble of crimson popping at the edge and beginning to drip down her chin. “My god,” Nathan uttered, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at her. She reached up to him, her blue eyes flickering with their own madness. A soft cackle escaped from her lips, inaonyesha teeth that had been filed to a sharp point, making her smile that much zaidi insane. Bruce silently cursed Joker, kneeling to the girl, whilst Nathan looked at the camera up in the corner that had swiveled to watch them. He seemed to stare through the lense, watching the real enemy. “Damn you, Brennan,” he murmured angrily, turning to the newly crazed girl.
She smiled up them all, opening her mouth to let a few words trickle out. She’d been trained for weeks to say this one phrase, wewe could tell, the way she clearly enunciated certain words. She kept the insane smile, staring straight into Nathan’s eyes.
“The game begins,” Fin stated, and with that she passed out.
Erm.. comment?
Rated PG-13 for gore and over-description.
Kind of AU-ish, where Nathan Stone is real and not Ryan Zucco, but not dating Fin. At all. :D
The linoleum tiles were splattered with a crimson liquid, and Dick could've sworn it was taunting him. Some of it was just bila mpangilio splashes of coppery scented color against the pale walls, most of it was in patterns and words. Widened grins of a crazed madman were prominent, Bruce noted dutifully, but some were crude letters scribbled with a finger. Among these were "help," "pain," and "Tati," the last one jabbing at Bruce's mind. M'gann was already tearing up, fearing the worst for her little sister.
As they progressed further into the labyrinth they'd Lost her in, the scenes began changing rapidly from bad to worse. The inayofuata room had tarp on the floor and concrete walls that had been white-washed, then coated with thick amounts of blood and ash. There was some dhahabu droplets near the doorway, and Conner noticed with a certain queasy feeling that these, too, smelled of copper.
inayofuata room over and not even Artemis could hold the uchungu, chungu taste of vomit that began to swell up in her throat. The scent here was overwhelming, a mixture of rotten carcasses, spoiled milk, and other things that made the archer blanch. Danna was trying to hold her breath, but that had never been a strong suit of her, and she almost nearly fainted. But that did make her any zaidi relieved to reach the inayofuata room.
Kaldur gaped in horror, Zatanna stifling a scream kwa biting her lips, Wally having a silent, personal inner mental breakdown. The room was full of sharp weapons and empty syringes, a few hollow aerosol cans lying to the side. Each weapon was pure dhahabu ore, as were the syringe needles, and the remains of the gas in the cans, Bruce found, had tiny flecks of something reflective. The ukuta was practically painted in orange-gold, the stench coming off in waves, nauseating Dick. There were a few locks of hair, unusually long, and jet black, stranded among the place, and part of a domino mask sat on the meza, jedwali in the middle of the room. The meza, jedwali itself was long enough for a body to rest on with some extra foot and head room, and there were some leather straps with ukanda buckles. The leather was covering mechanical cuffs, that, when Wally pressed a button, snapped shut.
Bruce walked towards the final door, reaching out to the handle, but hesitating all the same. He wasn't sure he was ready to face whatever his female ward was going through. But he wasn't Bruce now. He was Batman, and Batman needed to be there for his proteges through and through. So he tightly gripped the metal and slammed the door open with a gust of wind.
So far, Nathan hadn't reacted to anything. Yes, he'd seen the blood, he'd smelt the blood, the torn mask was dancing in his mind along with the hairs. But it hadn't registered to him. He'd put it aside and pretended it hadn't been real. The girl he knew and loved had to have gotten through this, she was a Bat. Raised kwa the most stubborn Heroes and heroines in the world. Batman as a father, Black Canary as a godmother, the League as her aunts and uncles. This girl could do just about anything. She was one of two beta's to Kaldur being alpha of this team. She had survived. And he wasn't proved incorrect when Batman opened the door.
There she was, curled up in the corner, her black hair hanging limply around her like a curtain. And if her hair was the curtain, her blood was the rug-- it was just a large puddle, barely any ripples, but there anyways. She looked up with a blank expression, but a grin spread on her face. Her lips were stained red, a bubble of crimson popping at the edge and beginning to drip down her chin. “My god,” Nathan uttered, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at her. She reached up to him, her blue eyes flickering with their own madness. A soft cackle escaped from her lips, inaonyesha teeth that had been filed to a sharp point, making her smile that much zaidi insane. Bruce silently cursed Joker, kneeling to the girl, whilst Nathan looked at the camera up in the corner that had swiveled to watch them. He seemed to stare through the lense, watching the real enemy. “Damn you, Brennan,” he murmured angrily, turning to the newly crazed girl.
She smiled up them all, opening her mouth to let a few words trickle out. She’d been trained for weeks to say this one phrase, wewe could tell, the way she clearly enunciated certain words. She kept the insane smile, staring straight into Nathan’s eyes.
“The game begins,” Fin stated, and with that she passed out.
Erm.. comment?
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue au Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised kwa the joker and abandoned kwa
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!
Gender: female
Species: Tiger
Relationship to team: Harleys pet
Powers:
Super strength, change color from white to orange, Sonic roar, can grow to extreme sizes. agile, all the Tiger like abilities.mental link with Harley within a 5 mile radius.
Note: Doesn't like men. likes other cat girls,and will like guys with Cat DNA , doesn't like Skylar, au any other canine/meta human
Bio:
Harley found the large cat while on a mission in India, where she found it being tortured kwa men, and receiving experimental drugs to enhance its molecular structure's. Harley saved her, and kwa accidently touching her while unhooking her, they gained a mental/ telepathic link.
Alias: Rush
Status: Ally
Relationship to team: Wolf's brother
Powers: Shift into human and mbwa mwitu form. Hand to hand combat, superspeed in mbwa mwitu form, faster than an average human in human form but not superspeed. Stronger than an average mbwa mwitu and human.
Bio:
After mbwa mwitu left with YJ, he left behind a twin brother, Who was captured kwa the gorilla Mallah. Mallah hooked him up to a machine that would read his thoughts. While being hooked to that, a power surge occurred, and the mbwa mwitu used this time to escape. But due to the power surge, Rush got the ability to switch from mbwa mwitu form to a human body. And gained super speed in his mbwa mwitu form. As a human he learned English, and hand to hand combat. He traveled until he finally reunited with mbwa mwitu at YJ.