RAWR.
So, after we settled that whole "gone evil" thing. I settled under the lights of our tree. I dunno why, but that was my new bed/hideout/whatever the heck wewe wanna call it. It smelled of pine and toothpaste... But whatever, the things wewe can hang on a tree!
"You, my friend, I don't know how we are related." Jaime said, crouching down and looking at me.
"You take one person, then take another person, then--" Jaime slapped his hand over my mouth and I continued rambling.
"I was kidding." His hand lifted from my mouth.
"Hmm." I said.
"'Sup?" Jaime looked at me. I slipped the pen from his pocket and started scribbling on my hand, his eyebrow raised.
"Don't ask and you'll stay alive." I said, slipping the pen back into his pocket. He blinked, making me giggle for some unknown reason, again another eyebrow raise.
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"Mel! What the- stop! Stop it now!" Fang shouted, as I made him slip off my shirt.
"What are wewe doing!?" He screamed.
"Shh..." I whispered and I made him grab a knife.
"NO! Mel, what are wewe doing!" He walked over against his will, and cut off my bra.
"Mel!" He shouted.
"NO!" He started carving into my back. Blood trickled down.
"MEL STOP RIGHT NOW!"
He continued to carve against his will.
When he was finished, and I let him release the knife, this was left in my back...
When the feather floats down from Hell
A halo of blood surrounds her head
With crimson liquid she knows too well
A stroke of a sword and her wings will shed
A sword of Angels
Her words pure
A touch of fire
In she will lure
She was sent to give
The ultimate sacrifice
She accepted her fate
The secrets hid her hate
Her book was written
Finished early
Her death slow and agonising
Many secrets she has kept
Darkness surrounds what is left
A feather falls into the depths
Another accession to death
A life is no longer kept
Fang dropped to his knees, tears slipping down his face.
"Mel! I told you-- to-- stop!"
"I sorry Daddy..." My back started to sting, and what had happen sunk in.
"Mel... why did wewe do that?" He stood up, picking my small body up.
"Because, I had to."
I snapped up and screamed.
"Mel!?" Fang snapped up. I panted and hugged myself, attempting to keep out the uneasiness.
"Mel what's wrong?" Fang got up off the couch. I couldn't talk, couldn't whimper, couldn't do anything. His arms wrapped around me, and my breathing settled.
"Just... a nightmare." I pulled away. It wasn't a nightmare, it was a flashback.
*Giggles* What Fang carved into her back was her prophecy.
So, after we settled that whole "gone evil" thing. I settled under the lights of our tree. I dunno why, but that was my new bed/hideout/whatever the heck wewe wanna call it. It smelled of pine and toothpaste... But whatever, the things wewe can hang on a tree!
"You, my friend, I don't know how we are related." Jaime said, crouching down and looking at me.
"You take one person, then take another person, then--" Jaime slapped his hand over my mouth and I continued rambling.
"I was kidding." His hand lifted from my mouth.
"Hmm." I said.
"'Sup?" Jaime looked at me. I slipped the pen from his pocket and started scribbling on my hand, his eyebrow raised.
"Don't ask and you'll stay alive." I said, slipping the pen back into his pocket. He blinked, making me giggle for some unknown reason, again another eyebrow raise.
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"Mel! What the- stop! Stop it now!" Fang shouted, as I made him slip off my shirt.
"What are wewe doing!?" He screamed.
"Shh..." I whispered and I made him grab a knife.
"NO! Mel, what are wewe doing!" He walked over against his will, and cut off my bra.
"Mel!" He shouted.
"NO!" He started carving into my back. Blood trickled down.
"MEL STOP RIGHT NOW!"
He continued to carve against his will.
When he was finished, and I let him release the knife, this was left in my back...
When the feather floats down from Hell
A halo of blood surrounds her head
With crimson liquid she knows too well
A stroke of a sword and her wings will shed
A sword of Angels
Her words pure
A touch of fire
In she will lure
She was sent to give
The ultimate sacrifice
She accepted her fate
The secrets hid her hate
Her book was written
Finished early
Her death slow and agonising
Many secrets she has kept
Darkness surrounds what is left
A feather falls into the depths
Another accession to death
A life is no longer kept
Fang dropped to his knees, tears slipping down his face.
"Mel! I told you-- to-- stop!"
"I sorry Daddy..." My back started to sting, and what had happen sunk in.
"Mel... why did wewe do that?" He stood up, picking my small body up.
"Because, I had to."
I snapped up and screamed.
"Mel!?" Fang snapped up. I panted and hugged myself, attempting to keep out the uneasiness.
"Mel what's wrong?" Fang got up off the couch. I couldn't talk, couldn't whimper, couldn't do anything. His arms wrapped around me, and my breathing settled.
"Just... a nightmare." I pulled away. It wasn't a nightmare, it was a flashback.
*Giggles* What Fang carved into her back was her prophecy.
Can wewe blame me? This is kinda what Fin's P.O.V in 5 years when Arty dies... It's fun if wewe read it like you'd be imba Twinkle, Twinkle.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How wewe seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
wewe grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
sour, wamekula notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s utoto swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Marafiki can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what wewe see
What is it wewe saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
Twinkle, twinkle fire’s glow
How wewe seem to burn me so.
When the darkness comes to play.
wewe grow cold and die away.
As I lie in wait for you
Good is old and evil’s new.
Red is blood and black is deep
Let them rest, eternal sleep
Forever is far too long,
sour, wamekula notes in birdie’s song
Demon’s utoto swings in time
To a bloodstained silent chime
My old Marafiki can’t see the truth
Cursed in such a horrid youth
Ending comes to all who fear
Demon’s claw shall see no tear
Traitor, traitor not your kind
Justice has become so blind
Helping is not what wewe see
What is it wewe saw in me?
Fin and Phoenix are no more
Now a Demon joins the war.
I have nothing to say, because I regret nothing.
I made a promise to you,
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
And you trusted me..
But i broke both,
I'm not sure who i should be...
I don't expect you to understand,
How much you mean to me,
You think i'm hurt,
But you just can't see...
You can never hurt me.
We were meant to be...
And we just cant see
Our love is blind.
One way, i believe love will never last,
And i may never belong,
No matter what they say,
I may never be truly strong.
I know who you truly are,
And you may think that life isn't your thing,
but for me you do,
You make my heart sing.
Our love is meant to be,
Our hearts aren't to far,
I know who you truly are,
Our love may be blind, but we both see
ID: Confidental
Age: 25
Occupation: Assassin and villian
Physical Appearance: light brunett, bronze colored eyes, 5'6"
Clothing: varies, but always wears a scarf that she can bring up to hide her identity.
Powers: kwa looking into her victims eyes, she can command them to do as she pleases.
Weapons: Doesn't always carry one, but she is skilled with a sword.
Personality: vengeful, focused, feisty
History: Unknown.
Relation to Team: actual relation is a secret, but she seems to have a hate for fire-casters...