Scott&Cat

She twirled the escrim sticks in her hands, ready for a strike. She knew Serepta to be quick. Her sister always had a songesha planned out. Becca knew better than to make the first move. She was smart enough to know never to make the sekunde move. To make either songesha would claim the victory to her opponent. She heard the noise of battle behind her. But she dared not look. It would give Serepta the advantage. She kept her body ready, her eyes set, and her mind focused on the training she had endured.
“This isn't Chess, sister.”
Becca didn't reply. She was focused. She wouldn't let herself be fooled...

"Thats for scareing for a week and 3 days" She alisema as if she
wanted to cry.

He pouted with a red cheek.

"I'm sorry! They Woundn't let me contact you!"
"Well, Me and you're..." She put a hand on he stomach "Have been
worried almost to death!" She hugged Dylan tightly, as if she never
wanted to let go.

"I'm sorry, wewe know I would have told wewe if I could"
"I know I'm just paranoied, wewe know me"
"Yes. Now can I kiss wewe without being hit?"
She laughed "Yes"

He lifted up her chin and smiled, once again his lips pressed against
hers and she kissed him back, his hands moved and wrapped around her
tightly,...

"What's that smell?" Bullet asked, walking through the zeta into the cave.
Infinity, who sat kuvuka, msalaba legged on the couch, pointed to Skylar without looking up from her computer.
"I don't smell bad!" Skylar objected. "I'm perfectly clean."
"So you're not the chanzo of all the fleas, pervvy mutt?" Mercy said, frying a flea as it crawled up her arm. au was it climbing down her arm? It was hard to tell with her hanging upside down.
"No," Skylar said, involuntarily scratching behind his ear.
SilverWings rolled her eyes and looked back down at the magazine that lay open on the floor in front of her. She...

The End is Coming.
The Finale Nears.
Red Revenge's saga is coming to a close.

United We Stand, Divided We Fall.





"Eukk." holly said. She watched the blood pool around the dead body pieces.

"Freeze! This is the New York City Police!" Draxx yelled. "You are under arrest for murder in the--"

"Stop Draxx." Revenge said, holding out his arms. "Guns down."

Draxx nodded and ordered the rest of the officers to lower their weapons. He had learned to trust Red Revenge's judgement in the seven years he had worked with him. 

"Azrael." Revenge said.

"Red Revenge." the figure replied in a deep voice. "I am Azrael,...

These rules were made and approved kwa Kaldur Ahum and Batman. I am dead serious with these, no mattter how illegitement they may seem.

1) No hacking. Anything. (Robin)

2) No Parties with zaidi than five people from outside the team/League (Wally)

3) No Batman video games (Wally, Robin, Gambette)

4) No making anymore "Gambette's banana, ndizi Flambe"

5) If wewe break rule four, wewe can clean the banana, ndizi off the ceiling this time.

6) No zaidi "Show and Tell" time (Wally)

7) No zaidi demanding Wally taste your chakula before wewe eat it to make sure it isn't poisoned.

8) No coffee for Wally, Robin au Gambette. EDIT:...

She could feel it creeping up her ankle and legs. It was hardening, making it impossible for her to move. A laugh sounded as it went higher.
“Sorry Devin but things must be done. wewe must be taken out of the picture.”
“What did I do, Amber?!”
“You betrayed me! wewe left Sensai, wewe aliiba BACK your Angel's light, and wewe risked everything for one human! That betrayal will never be forgiven!”
“Amber...I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt wewe but I had to save him! He was my brother!”
“You think apologizing will help?! No! It's time wewe payed the price!”
“What do wewe plan to do when...

Okay don't be hating on me for this, I'm not trying to start a fight. I just think that we'd all be better off if we at least read these and thought about them, even if just for a second. I'm gonna say this right now: these are not cut-and-dry rules. kwa no means am I forcing wewe to follow them, and there will be exceptions. These are just suggestions, on how to make your OCs well liked and better off. So, with that being said, in no particular order, here are 15 suggestions for making good OCs.
1. Ask yourself if making a new OC is really necessary.. Don't contribute to the overcrowding unless...

Robin sat with Wally playing Video games, ignoring an annoyed Superboy. Who was whisked away from watching his static TV. "Got one! and another! and Here goes another one!" Robin was shouting. "Oh yeah i'll get zaidi that you, i already did." Wally shouted back. just then the automatic female voice overhead said, "B0-7 Batman, B0-4 Red Arrow. B0-01 Red Hood." Robin's hands froze on the controls. Red Hood? The Red Hood!? the Red Hood's DAUGHTER!
Robin dropped the control confusing Wally as he zipped away as fast as his little legs could carry him. Harley was walking down the hallway of the cave...

One mwaka Later: (Many are now 22, 24, 25, 26)
Clark zoomed to the cave, and dropped the Daily Planet paper on the floor in the middle of a training. Black Canary glared at Superman, she didn't need to be there at the training anymore, but today she was doing a review on all they had learned on their own. And she didn't like being interrupted, especially kwa a newspaper. Nightwing blocked Lagoon Boy’s attack and then picked up the paper and read out loud, “ Ex Heroine Obscurity has Been Released from Belle Reve.” The room was quite for a moment when Superboy asked, “She was released?...

The valet opened the door and Samuel Grant stepped out of the limo with Barbara Gordon.

Grant was wearing a typical tuxedo. His hair was combed and pasted to his head, he had his charming smile back, and slipped his arm around Barbara’s.

Barbara looked absolutely magnificent. She was dressed in a sparkling black dress. The back was open in a “V” and the neckline was a few inches from her shoulders. The dress stopped halfway down the lower portion of her leg which the visible section was covered with the long, fancy patter on her high-heeled boot. Her red hair was slightly curled, but still...

Her moyo froze as she recognized the two males coming towards her. Just perfect! I don't want this. Not now; not ever! She turned on her heels and headed quickly in the other direction. She could feel them, their eyes on her, their mouths probably drooling. She shuddered and headed down an alley, knowing they would follow her. And when they rounded the corner, she pointed her guns at their heads.
“Speak fast. Silver bullets. Now.”
One of them smiled while the other answered.
“We were sent to find you. He is...in need of your presence.”
“Tell him I want no part of it.”
“He suspected...

*Shrugs* Its a little long... But what the heck? Its somethin' to read!




I spun around and delivered a powerfull kick to Nightwing's chest, he made a weird wheezing noise, then sucked the air back in. One of the toughest guys I know. He recoiled and lanched at me, delivering a powerfull ngumi, punch to my jaw. It was so hard, I heard a pop and my head snapped to one side. I tasted blood, then went full instinct from there on. We were both breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat on both of our foreheads. No weapons allowed, no powers, just the machines that we call our bodies. Blade watched, leaning...

Future Fin fic. Warnings for major F-bombs. Based loosely on a prophecy line.

Rough weeks never end good for heroes. For a normal person you’d have a weekend to relax, watch some televisheni au play a video game. But for the protectors of a city, country, planet, there wasn’t much to go nyumbani to, au much of a weekend to relax with.
Fin had had one of those weeks where she was just done. But a distress call from a warehouse two blocks down had her setting off in the direction opposite Happy Harbor. The fifteen mwaka old was starting to wonder if this was actually something she’d be doing for...

I had to write this!!! It's just....Oh you'll have to read it! Enjoy!!!!


The smell wafted through the base. It was warm, comforting. Trevor, Zero, and Todd looked up from where they were playing cards in the living room. Zeth stood at the counter, piling chokoleti chip kuki, vidakuzi onto a plate. Terror ventured out of his room, eyebrows raised.
“You know Zero doesn't like this,” he said.
“Screw that.”
Terror watched Zeth place a shabiki kwa the cookies, aimed at the vent.
“There are reasons it's not allowed,” Trevor chimed in.
“I know. Couldn't help it.”
“What are wewe talking about?” Todd...

Cast:
Blade-Sheriff Sparks
Terror-Sheriff #2 :D
Wildside Lovers- Tyler/South/Ty and Becca
Mean Billy Green-Phoebe
Sheriff's Posse- Mercy
Fin
Fang
Silver
Bentley.

Oh BTW this placed a little farther back in time so that explains why they use horses..:/ the italic-ed words are the lyrics.. i tried to include some of the song in the dialogue.. but it doesn't mean the people are imba it! it's just the lyrics..

________________________

Well this is how it starts
Two lovers in the dark,
On the run, from the one,
That they call Sheriff Sparks,
Six guns kwa their sides,
And bullets round their waist,...

Rookies, Guns, and Drums

"Aisling correct?" Sarge questioned her.
"Yeah? What will I be doing? Shooting? Killing!?!" She smiled.
"Uhhh here take this gun and shoot that target ahead."
Aisling grabbed the gun and fiddled with it,"Sarge?"
"JUST SHOOT SOLDIER!"

Aisling pointed at the target and pulled the trigger but Nothing happened.
"Sarge?"
"What..."
"It won't shoot"
"Are! You! Stupid! Soldier!?" Sarge pressed a button on the gun,"Safety was on.."
"Riiiightt! Safety..." Aisling aimed the gun and shot six times and missed.
"Soldier...." Sarge growled.
"SHHHH! I got This!" She aimed again and...

Had him in my head for a few months. Just now wrote him up. Yay me! XD


Name: Satsuriku Kuran
Alias: None
Occupation: the Dark Prince; Full-blood Vampire
Powers:faster than light, strength, “kiss” of death, people speaking, super senses, endurance, excellence in fighting-with au with out weapons
History: Satsuriku was raised as the prince of Vampires, strongest creature there is. His parents died when he was eight (in human years). He became ruler of the Vampires. He was cursed kwa a witch with the power to steal souls; the “kiss of death”. He travels often, his band of Wanyonya damu faithful to...

Name: Sebastienne Bellerose Moran

Alias: Hot Shot

Occupation: Assassin, professional sniper, black ukanda martial artist.

Appearance: Long and light brown hair but sometimes dyes it black for disguises, icy blue eyes, tall.

Personality: Loud, out going, kind, serious, can be aggressive very easily, caring, loyal.

Power: She heals but not rapidly, it is possible for her to die (obviously), and she age like normal people (also obviously) . She can also heal others as well but can’t bring them back to life.

Weapons: Rifle, two hand guns, knives, explosives.

Hero outfit: Black T shirt, black or...

PAIN. 
               That's all Fang felt when he opened his eyes to blinding lights. He shifted around, noticing the cuts that were across his face, including the one that stretched from his left eye and the way down past his lips. His hair was stuck together in the back from all the blood. Fang coughed and wincing from feeling his newly cracked ribs, he looked to the right staring at a IV drip that was in his arm.
"Nyah, wha?" Fang managed to croak out.
"Don't strain yourself." A woman in a labcoat re-adjusted the restraint around Fangs wrist. 
"School..."
"No no dearie. You're in Dr....