She smirked running her hand down the nape of his neck leaving a burning sensation with her touch, he winced but refused to onyesha weakness, she let out a small sigh staring into his eyes that refused to look into hers. " Cmon sweetie......you cant just look at me...." she muttered seductivly, he hesitated and finally glanced at her with a glare. " Why are wewe doing this...." he muttered out, " doing what....im doing so much already...." she muttered with a smirk in his ear letting the heat hit his ear like the heat of sitting too close to a fireplace that wewe could never get away from. " Doing this....all of this....why cant wewe just let me go.....", " now the boss wouldnt like that....im here to keep wewe from getting out of line along with the other prisioners here...." she muttered looking at him with her rich machungwa, chungwa eyes that suprisingly showed innocence and good instead of guilt and evil. " Why choose to keep me here then..." Bentley muttered " why keep anyone down here in this dark hole, dont wewe know that im used to this, dont wewe know this isnt new to me ". She bit her lip and stood up and made her way to the bar doors, " why do wewe bring people down here, why do wewe keep them down here ", her pale fingers and nails that were painted the colour of blood wrapped around one of the cold bars as she store ahead of her thinking about his words. " Our people down here die.....were not like wewe creatures that live for the darkness and lonleyness reality brings in this world.... we need to onyesha that were not weak....were going to onyesha were not going to be under estimated....were going to win this war....." she muttered out with an echo, as she let go of the bar and it slid open automatically, as she walked off with clatters that made their way disappearing down the hallway the sound of the bar door closing once zaidi and a click of the lock filled the room before everything went silence once more.
As her red heels walked kwa another dark cell two red eyes peered up watching her make her way up the stairs, she ran up to the bars peering as best she could outside of her cell, darkness crept its way into the room as the door that locked this room up closed with a creak and slam. Dull torches barely lit the stone hallway making just the tiniest bit of light for those who dwell down here to see something a bit familiar to the world and light in the real world beyond this world.
As her red heels walked kwa another dark cell two red eyes peered up watching her make her way up the stairs, she ran up to the bars peering as best she could outside of her cell, darkness crept its way into the room as the door that locked this room up closed with a creak and slam. Dull torches barely lit the stone hallway making just the tiniest bit of light for those who dwell down here to see something a bit familiar to the world and light in the real world beyond this world.
Alias: Phase
Age: 17
Appearance: short pixie cut black hair, deep brown eyes.
Personality: She will laugh at almost anything, she can't help it how much she laughs at the smallest things. she a Tomboy.
Abilities/Powers: she has the ability to stop time for a moment in time, whether it be dodging an attack au just to confuse her opponent. To others it may seem like she has super speed but she can songesha at the speed of light when freezing the time.
Relationship: Single
Civvies: black tights, with toms, crewnecks, long sleeves, sweaters.
Past :Unknown
Others: sometimes her powers back moto on here and she stuns herself and gets short term memory loss.
This charrie goes kwa the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, au his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization kwa tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing zaidi Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to uandishi them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to uandishi them, so, patience.
And now it's time for the party to start! Later this week, 66DragonAnimations will be uploading a video celebrating the one mwaka anniversary of this vigilante! The link to the link is below. They've even re-designed it for the special anniversary!!!
And what will the link account be doing wewe ask? Why, we're re-publishing every single Red Revenge story ever! Go check it out, shabiki us, and enjoy this mwezi of the Black Hero.
Celebrations start December 1st and continue until the World Premiere of What Matters? on January 5th!
So please, enjoy this mwezi of festivities and DON'T LEAVE!!!! WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!!