The screen door creaked open as Alek stepped out onto the porch. It only took a moment to spot Nic leaning against the railing. He was staring out at the clearing that they used for a training floor. The teen approached him slowly, his bare feet silent on the wood planks. He stood beside his leader for a time, arms crossed over his chest. Finally the older boy spoke.
"Marquez is dead. She couldn't have done this."
"Suppose she is alive."
"She isn't."
"Nic."
The Brit pressed his lips in a thin line, not answering.
"She may not have died in that fire. Perhaps she escaped as you, Jasper, and Ary did."
"You think Marquez faked her death?" Nic asked in a low voice.
"It is possible. wewe have done it, Aryess did, twice, I might add."
Both were quiet for a minute.
"Alek," Nic alisema quietly. The other boy detected an emotion in his voice he'd never heard before: sorrow. "You would do anything to keep Tara safe, right?"
"I am here, are I not?" Alek asked in response.
"And what would wewe give to see her again?"
"Anything," he answered automatically. A thought suddenly registered in his mind. "You loved her. Marquez, I mean."
No answer.
"And it hurts wewe to know she's been alive these last four years," he continued, "never once making contact with you."
"Her death was the only one beside my mother's I ever mourned," Nic spoke quietly without looking away from the clearing. "My father went MIA three months before I was born. My step-father was an abusive, drunk lowlife. Killing him set me free."
Alek waited patiently for him to go on.
"The Pack taught us not to get attached, that any we loved could be use against us."
"Why?" the Russian's curiosity forced him to ask. "Why did they care?"
"The Pack wasn't just a refuge where we learned to fight. They were training us."
"To do what?"
"Assassinate. They were training us as future recruits for the Light."
"So if Marquez is alive..."
"She could have easily carried out the assassination of Richi's friends," Nic finished.
Once again, silence settled between the boys while this information was processed.
"Does Aryess know about this? Does Jasper?" the younger said.
"Jazz, yes. The kid, no. She thought the Pack was a type of hero team, like your Justice League. And that was what they wanted us to believe. Very few would jiunge if they knew what it meant for their futures. But the Pack also didn't know who Aryess is, what she is. The daughter of a well known deceased assassin, thought to have died with none but the son they had in their possession to carry on the legacy."
"You mean Declan."
Nic nodded. "Yes. But Alek," he looked at his companion with a grave expression, "you can't tell Ary about any of this."
"Why?"
"She isn't ready."
"For what?" Alek asked. "The truth? She's going to find out eventually."
"Did wewe accept the mission?"
"Pardon?" Alek said, confused kwa the change of subject.
"The mission. To track Marquez and Maddex."
"Yes, but how did wewe know I offered our services-"
"Better get some rest," Nic said, walking back into th beach, pwani house. "We have assassins to find starting in the morning."
Alek sighed, knowing the little emotion Nic had showed was over, locked away back in the box he normally had locked so tight.
"And Thirteen." Alek looked back at Nic, who had reappeared in the doorway. "We only get one chance at a perfect girl. And when she comes around, don't let her go without a fight."
"Marquez is dead. She couldn't have done this."
"Suppose she is alive."
"She isn't."
"Nic."
The Brit pressed his lips in a thin line, not answering.
"She may not have died in that fire. Perhaps she escaped as you, Jasper, and Ary did."
"You think Marquez faked her death?" Nic asked in a low voice.
"It is possible. wewe have done it, Aryess did, twice, I might add."
Both were quiet for a minute.
"Alek," Nic alisema quietly. The other boy detected an emotion in his voice he'd never heard before: sorrow. "You would do anything to keep Tara safe, right?"
"I am here, are I not?" Alek asked in response.
"And what would wewe give to see her again?"
"Anything," he answered automatically. A thought suddenly registered in his mind. "You loved her. Marquez, I mean."
No answer.
"And it hurts wewe to know she's been alive these last four years," he continued, "never once making contact with you."
"Her death was the only one beside my mother's I ever mourned," Nic spoke quietly without looking away from the clearing. "My father went MIA three months before I was born. My step-father was an abusive, drunk lowlife. Killing him set me free."
Alek waited patiently for him to go on.
"The Pack taught us not to get attached, that any we loved could be use against us."
"Why?" the Russian's curiosity forced him to ask. "Why did they care?"
"The Pack wasn't just a refuge where we learned to fight. They were training us."
"To do what?"
"Assassinate. They were training us as future recruits for the Light."
"So if Marquez is alive..."
"She could have easily carried out the assassination of Richi's friends," Nic finished.
Once again, silence settled between the boys while this information was processed.
"Does Aryess know about this? Does Jasper?" the younger said.
"Jazz, yes. The kid, no. She thought the Pack was a type of hero team, like your Justice League. And that was what they wanted us to believe. Very few would jiunge if they knew what it meant for their futures. But the Pack also didn't know who Aryess is, what she is. The daughter of a well known deceased assassin, thought to have died with none but the son they had in their possession to carry on the legacy."
"You mean Declan."
Nic nodded. "Yes. But Alek," he looked at his companion with a grave expression, "you can't tell Ary about any of this."
"Why?"
"She isn't ready."
"For what?" Alek asked. "The truth? She's going to find out eventually."
"Did wewe accept the mission?"
"Pardon?" Alek said, confused kwa the change of subject.
"The mission. To track Marquez and Maddex."
"Yes, but how did wewe know I offered our services-"
"Better get some rest," Nic said, walking back into th beach, pwani house. "We have assassins to find starting in the morning."
Alek sighed, knowing the little emotion Nic had showed was over, locked away back in the box he normally had locked so tight.
"And Thirteen." Alek looked back at Nic, who had reappeared in the doorway. "We only get one chance at a perfect girl. And when she comes around, don't let her go without a fight."
Daily Episode
siku Thirty-Six:
Static Shock Episode Seventeen: "Static Shaq"
Link: link
Summary:
Static is hunted out kwa the Ruff Pack, who nearly discover his secret identity. This episode guest-stars Shaquille O'Neal as himself.
Static Shock has a lot of famous African Americans guest nyota on the show, with Lil Romeo even doing the themesong for seasons 3 and 4. But for a monster introduction, wewe had to bring in a monster of a guy. So, Ladies & Gentlemen: Shaquille O' Neille!!!
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siku Thirty-Six:
Static Shock Episode Seventeen: "Static Shaq"
Link: link
Summary:
Static is hunted out kwa the Ruff Pack, who nearly discover his secret identity. This episode guest-stars Shaquille O'Neal as himself.
Static Shock has a lot of famous African Americans guest nyota on the show, with Lil Romeo even doing the themesong for seasons 3 and 4. But for a monster introduction, wewe had to bring in a monster of a guy. So, Ladies & Gentlemen: Shaquille O' Neille!!!
(SOOOOOOO SORRY IM LATE!!!!!)
Check out my SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE:
Link: link
I cant take it anymore,
wewe gotta stop this now,
Dont do it for me do it for her,
Stop au i'll knock down ur door.
We both know its wrong,
I'll be kwa your side the whole way,
Save your self,
Dont end your life today.
I know what Death is like,
And i know it dont feel good,
So just stop the hiding,
take off your hood.
Life is somthing i took for granted,
Dont make my same mistake,
Live the life wewe want,
Dont live it like its fake.
I dont want to see wewe walk down that path,
into the darkness wewe must not follow me,
Stop and make your change
Dont suffer more, and go ,
be free.
Some of us know what this is for! RPing thingy..
wewe gotta stop this now,
Dont do it for me do it for her,
Stop au i'll knock down ur door.
We both know its wrong,
I'll be kwa your side the whole way,
Save your self,
Dont end your life today.
I know what Death is like,
And i know it dont feel good,
So just stop the hiding,
take off your hood.
Life is somthing i took for granted,
Dont make my same mistake,
Live the life wewe want,
Dont live it like its fake.
I dont want to see wewe walk down that path,
into the darkness wewe must not follow me,
Stop and make your change
Dont suffer more, and go ,
be free.
Some of us know what this is for! RPing thingy..
Raptor.
ID: drake Creaon.
Appearance: 6'0, hot pink hair thats in his face, blue eyes.
Enemy Of: Melissa Adams.
History: After being stuck in a broken home, he chose to start a new life, starting with a new girlfriend. Mel was the unlucky girl he saw attractive. He forced her to be his girlfriend, she escaped right before he could rape her. He hunts her down, even 13 years before his time.....
Powers: Is able to change his appearance into other people. Drains other peoples energy and uses it for himself. Can channel the energy into orbs and chuck em at people.
'Stume: N/A
Pwease dont kill me......
Daily Episode
siku Fifty:
Static Shock Episode Three: "The Breed"
Link: link
Summary: Derek Barnett, one of the most maarufu jocks at school, asks Virgil for help for tutoring. After one of their sessions, he begins to head home, when it is revealed that he is a Bang Baby, and turns into a mass of ionic energy. He is picked up off the streets after accidentally blowing up things and running, terrified and confused, from citizens and the police.
siku Fifty:
Static Shock Episode Three: "The Breed"
Link: link
Summary: Derek Barnett, one of the most maarufu jocks at school, asks Virgil for help for tutoring. After one of their sessions, he begins to head home, when it is revealed that he is a Bang Baby, and turns into a mass of ionic energy. He is picked up off the streets after accidentally blowing up things and running, terrified and confused, from citizens and the police.