He felt another prescence in the room with him. He half-hoped it was her, but he knew it wasn't. But the thing standing in the corner of his room wasn't what he expected. He made ready in case the thing attacked, but then he saw the eyes. They weren't the same color, the familiar blue, but they held the same pain and sadness and longing that his eyes had before.
“Terror.”
“Yes.”
“Did wewe find her?!”
“Yes. Becca's there now. We have to hurry.”
He stood and ran over to where the so-called monster stood. He felt the slight pressure of a hand on his shoulder and they stepped into the darkness of the shadows.
Her arms fell at her sides as she kept the power flowing. They may be demonic, they may even be strong. But she was better. She kicked her way to the cannons, taking them out first. She was tackled to the ground and then suddenly freed.
“Wondered when you'd come.”
He gave her a smirk she couldn't see and then moved to make a clear path to the front. She could feel the power rolling off of him and wondered how she could be so close. Her own magic radiated off her, but it was slightly weaker from the battle they were fighting. Her ears picked up the sound of heavy boots running away and she could only guess that it was Alek running. Then she followed after Terror when they were attacked yet again.
Her feet thundered on the cobblestone floor. She could hear sounds of fighting. She tasted the sulfur of cannons and felt the shudder of the ngome falling around her. She didn't wait to see what happened; this was her one shot of freedom.
“Oh Tara~!”
She ran faster, panting hard. She wouldn't go back. Not with him. She turned a corner, finding a corridor, before she was tackled to the ground and pinned down in one smooth motion. Fear flooded through her veins.
“It's not nice to run away.”
His voice was sultry and flirty, like imba a song.
“P-please let me go. wewe don't know what will happen.”
“On the contrary, I know quite well. That is why wewe must go. The way you've tried so many times before.”
He pulled out a silver dagger, the hilt stained with blood.
“Oh how much I will miss playing with you, dear little Tara. But I have heard many things and many say that Taranth isn't so bad.”
She gulped and felt the first trickle of blood from the weapon at her throat. The dagger trailed down her neck, across her shoulder, and down to her heart. He held it there, looking at her for a last time. Her eyes shut instictively and tears fell over the side of her temples. She felt the dagger press on her skin slowly and then heard the sound of a gunshot. Metal clattered against the floor and then the weight was gone. She sat up and slowly opened her eyes. Her upendo stood a few feet away, eyes filled with upendo and worry and relief. The steaming gun in his hand was matched with the look of fear and anger on his face. She looked at him for long minutes, tears creating rivers down her cheeks.
“Alek...”
The sound of her voice saying his name brought him back and he was holding her in a heartbeat.
“Are wewe okay?!”
“I'm...fine. You're here.”
“Yes. Are wewe sure you're okay????”
“Yes.”
“Who was that?”
“An incubus. And old...admirer.”
“Really?!”
“Yes...”
“Why..?”
“It's a long story, Alek.”
“You're still alive.”
“Yeah.”
“I upendo you!”
“I upendo wewe too.”
“Don't leave me again!”
“I won't......Are they really gone?”
“Yes. No one will take wewe again. And I'm putting a kengele on you. wewe aren't going again.”
“Just..shut up and hold me.”
He kissed her head and did as she asked.
“Terror.”
“Yes.”
“Did wewe find her?!”
“Yes. Becca's there now. We have to hurry.”
He stood and ran over to where the so-called monster stood. He felt the slight pressure of a hand on his shoulder and they stepped into the darkness of the shadows.
Her arms fell at her sides as she kept the power flowing. They may be demonic, they may even be strong. But she was better. She kicked her way to the cannons, taking them out first. She was tackled to the ground and then suddenly freed.
“Wondered when you'd come.”
He gave her a smirk she couldn't see and then moved to make a clear path to the front. She could feel the power rolling off of him and wondered how she could be so close. Her own magic radiated off her, but it was slightly weaker from the battle they were fighting. Her ears picked up the sound of heavy boots running away and she could only guess that it was Alek running. Then she followed after Terror when they were attacked yet again.
Her feet thundered on the cobblestone floor. She could hear sounds of fighting. She tasted the sulfur of cannons and felt the shudder of the ngome falling around her. She didn't wait to see what happened; this was her one shot of freedom.
“Oh Tara~!”
She ran faster, panting hard. She wouldn't go back. Not with him. She turned a corner, finding a corridor, before she was tackled to the ground and pinned down in one smooth motion. Fear flooded through her veins.
“It's not nice to run away.”
His voice was sultry and flirty, like imba a song.
“P-please let me go. wewe don't know what will happen.”
“On the contrary, I know quite well. That is why wewe must go. The way you've tried so many times before.”
He pulled out a silver dagger, the hilt stained with blood.
“Oh how much I will miss playing with you, dear little Tara. But I have heard many things and many say that Taranth isn't so bad.”
She gulped and felt the first trickle of blood from the weapon at her throat. The dagger trailed down her neck, across her shoulder, and down to her heart. He held it there, looking at her for a last time. Her eyes shut instictively and tears fell over the side of her temples. She felt the dagger press on her skin slowly and then heard the sound of a gunshot. Metal clattered against the floor and then the weight was gone. She sat up and slowly opened her eyes. Her upendo stood a few feet away, eyes filled with upendo and worry and relief. The steaming gun in his hand was matched with the look of fear and anger on his face. She looked at him for long minutes, tears creating rivers down her cheeks.
“Alek...”
The sound of her voice saying his name brought him back and he was holding her in a heartbeat.
“Are wewe okay?!”
“I'm...fine. You're here.”
“Yes. Are wewe sure you're okay????”
“Yes.”
“Who was that?”
“An incubus. And old...admirer.”
“Really?!”
“Yes...”
“Why..?”
“It's a long story, Alek.”
“You're still alive.”
“Yeah.”
“I upendo you!”
“I upendo wewe too.”
“Don't leave me again!”
“I won't......Are they really gone?”
“Yes. No one will take wewe again. And I'm putting a kengele on you. wewe aren't going again.”
“Just..shut up and hold me.”
He kissed her head and did as she asked.
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Alter Ego- Night
Age- 14
Grade- Freshmen
Allies- Target/Caleb
Personality- flashy, competitive, little sister, cocky, arrogant, proud, loud, loving, a little violent, spirted
Ability-
siku unlike her brother is not a meta. She works with blades and hand to hand combat. She often uses her mouth to get what she wants and feeds lies to the enemy. She can set traps and is a great pickpocket.
Weakness-
She's to loud. To arrogant, She likes being flash and competitive about her surroundings. She is also a little sister which means she pushed her brother to the limit. Since he is a meta she sometimes feels that she has to beat him at stuff.
History-
Her father ran off shortly after she was born. Her mother committed suicide when she was 8. She doesn't remember her mother much because the woman was not a constant in her young life. She mostly remembers Caleb raising her.
Side notes-
-is a little ruff and tends to get in trouble at school.
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Alias:Unknown
Age: 14 (would be 18 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 5'8, he always wore a beanies and really any headgear. and he always has black war paint on his cheeks.
Personality: He was very cocky and tried to make a joke out of everything, he always thought of cocky and sarcastic remarks to people who were trying to be serious. He was someone who lightened the mood when things got tough. especially being trapped in that town.
Powers/Abilities: he had the ability to create mist and fog to hide himself au confuse enemies, his weapon of choice was daggers and a small double handed scypths.
Past: he died in a escape plan gone wrong.
Others: He was one of the reasons why BloodMist never cracked under the sadness and how overwhelmed he felt being trapped there. He made him see the light in most of the situations and made him able to keep his composure.
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Alias: unknown.
Age: 15 ( would be 19 now)
Status: deceased
Appearance: black hair, green eyes, 5'10, glasses.
Personality: he is very very smart and often thinks things through the logical way before actually doing it. He was often the one to speak his mind and opinion and prove that he was always right with his theories.
Powers/Abilities: he was truly someone with a brilliant mind, could hack systems, and develop inventions of his own that his team used. He had great combat skills with spears. His brain is his power.
Past: he was killed in a break out with his team.
Others: The teleport smoke bombs BloodMist uses were his invention and he taught him how to make them. Most of the adjustments in Mistys suit were Logan's invention (ex. the suction on his hands a feet so he can run on the sides of buildings, the wrist grappling hooks)
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