A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.
"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The machungwa, chungwa jumpsuit he wore was little zaidi than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. wewe have refused to give us any information that we desire. And now, wewe shall die."
The jailer pulled a pistol from his kanzu, koti and pointed it at the prisoner.
"On your feet," he ordered.
The boy pulled himself onto his hands and knees.
"On your feet!"
No response. The jailer nodded to the two guards, and they grabbed the boy under he arms and pulled him up like a rag doll. The young captor kept his head down.
"Any last requests?"
"How about a smoke, sér*?" His voice was hoarse and tinted with a thick accent as he responded in Russian.
The jailer chuckled. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to the prisoner. He held up the flame of a lighter to the end. The prisoner looked up, zumaridi, zamaradi green eyes suddenly glowing, and blew a wingu of smoke into the jailer's face. The man stumbled back in surprise.
The prisoner twisted from his handlers' grips, raised his hands, and blasted them with green orbs of energy. They flew back into the crowd of gathered guards, who were momentarily stunned.
The boy turned and sprinted to the gate. He blasted an orb at it, leaving a gaping hole, and leapt through it without hesitation.
Yells and shouts followed him as he sped downhill. A roar began in the distance and grew louder as the boy approached the tracks. He sprinted faster, barely keeping his footing on the steep hillside.
A train approached, the clank of the wheels rattling the night. The boy counted the cars as he neared them. The seventh approached, doors wide open as promised, and leapt into it. He scrambled to get inside and was pulled up kwa two strong hands.
Exhausted from the rush, he slumped against the ukuta as the adrenaline drained away and pain began to throb from his wounds.
The boy took his eyes off the view if the fading asylum on the kilima and to the girl who had pulled him into the car.
The blonde's stormy grey eyes glistened as she leaned forward.
"Hello, Aurum*," he croaked before her lips pressed against his. Warmth flooded him and the burning of his wounds were momentarily replaced kwa a cool bliss.
Aryess pulled back all too soon.
"Hey, Argentum*," she breathed. "Glad to have wewe back."
"Good to be back," Aleksander said. He cupped her cheek and pulled her into another kiss.
razboynik- brigand (Russian)
sér- sir (Russian)
Aurum- Silver (Latin)
Argentum- dhahabu (Latin)
"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The machungwa, chungwa jumpsuit he wore was little zaidi than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. wewe have refused to give us any information that we desire. And now, wewe shall die."
The jailer pulled a pistol from his kanzu, koti and pointed it at the prisoner.
"On your feet," he ordered.
The boy pulled himself onto his hands and knees.
"On your feet!"
No response. The jailer nodded to the two guards, and they grabbed the boy under he arms and pulled him up like a rag doll. The young captor kept his head down.
"Any last requests?"
"How about a smoke, sér*?" His voice was hoarse and tinted with a thick accent as he responded in Russian.
The jailer chuckled. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and gave it to the prisoner. He held up the flame of a lighter to the end. The prisoner looked up, zumaridi, zamaradi green eyes suddenly glowing, and blew a wingu of smoke into the jailer's face. The man stumbled back in surprise.
The prisoner twisted from his handlers' grips, raised his hands, and blasted them with green orbs of energy. They flew back into the crowd of gathered guards, who were momentarily stunned.
The boy turned and sprinted to the gate. He blasted an orb at it, leaving a gaping hole, and leapt through it without hesitation.
Yells and shouts followed him as he sped downhill. A roar began in the distance and grew louder as the boy approached the tracks. He sprinted faster, barely keeping his footing on the steep hillside.
A train approached, the clank of the wheels rattling the night. The boy counted the cars as he neared them. The seventh approached, doors wide open as promised, and leapt into it. He scrambled to get inside and was pulled up kwa two strong hands.
Exhausted from the rush, he slumped against the ukuta as the adrenaline drained away and pain began to throb from his wounds.
The boy took his eyes off the view if the fading asylum on the kilima and to the girl who had pulled him into the car.
The blonde's stormy grey eyes glistened as she leaned forward.
"Hello, Aurum*," he croaked before her lips pressed against his. Warmth flooded him and the burning of his wounds were momentarily replaced kwa a cool bliss.
Aryess pulled back all too soon.
"Hey, Argentum*," she breathed. "Glad to have wewe back."
"Good to be back," Aleksander said. He cupped her cheek and pulled her into another kiss.
razboynik- brigand (Russian)
sér- sir (Russian)
Aurum- Silver (Latin)
Argentum- dhahabu (Latin)
age:18
alias:goodgirl
power(s):sings muziki that controls her enemy,levitation,and *bloodance
civvies:black and blue dress(changes her outfits a lot)
herocostume:long black and blue dress black boots
BG story:park ran away from nyumbani at the age of 6,because she did not like her parents and a nice young lady took her in for a while and taught Park how to play kinanda and violin and she learned that she had a great gift to muziki and had grown powers that came from her music,so she then joined the young justice kids,and became Goodgirl.
<3<3<3 hope wewe liked it :)
*bloodance is when she plays her violin really fast and makes the villain dance so much he starts to bleed to death.
Greetings! I come in Geekiness!
Not really, just with some good news and bad news. Which do wewe want to hear first? Bad news it is. I'm cancelling the Red Revenge four part finale and the four season web-series that would've followed.
*Listens to silent audience* I'm sorry you're so displeased. *more silence* Anyway, onto the good news.
I just purchased a website which will become the nyumbani of the Black Hero in the very near future. I'm working on books, videos, character slots, and maybe even a game for the website! No confirmed tarehe when this will be up but hopefully this summer.
Also, I'm restarting the Red Revenge series in his own world where everything belongs to me. The first book (the creation story, what else) will be published in three parts (for zaidi details, stay tuned to my wall.)
So, while I'm cancelling Red Revenge VI: The Legend Falls here, I will be opening the Black Hero's website and publishing the first in a ten book saga this Summer. Stay tuned!
Not really, just with some good news and bad news. Which do wewe want to hear first? Bad news it is. I'm cancelling the Red Revenge four part finale and the four season web-series that would've followed.
*Listens to silent audience* I'm sorry you're so displeased. *more silence* Anyway, onto the good news.
I just purchased a website which will become the nyumbani of the Black Hero in the very near future. I'm working on books, videos, character slots, and maybe even a game for the website! No confirmed tarehe when this will be up but hopefully this summer.
Also, I'm restarting the Red Revenge series in his own world where everything belongs to me. The first book (the creation story, what else) will be published in three parts (for zaidi details, stay tuned to my wall.)
So, while I'm cancelling Red Revenge VI: The Legend Falls here, I will be opening the Black Hero's website and publishing the first in a ten book saga this Summer. Stay tuned!