Mercy-Prom

“Ouch. That hurt, Dylan.”
“It was meant to.”
He took his shades off, looked t them, and tucked them into the front of his shirt.
“Now. What's the real reason wewe came here?”
“Call it a shopping spree.”
“Find what wewe wanted?”
“Still looking, but I saw something I like.”
“Terribly sorry princess.”
Dylan stood and walked out the door. Rylan followed him.
“No need to leave, Spade.”
“It's hilarious.”
Rylan caught up to him.
“What is so hilarious?”
“The fact that wewe think we belong together because my last name coordinates with your hero name. That is what's hilarious.”...

Since I kind of deleted Nudge.....

Name: Jessica “Jess” Crane
Age: 15
Alias: Sift
Occupation: Hero
Powers: Escape artist
Able to generate force fields
Sift is skilled in hand-to-hand combat. In addition to being a master of crane style Kung-Fu, which she utilizes in a self-created style of combat known as "violent dancing" which also uses drunken boxing and makes use of her long arms and legs.
Sift greatly understands the power and uses of fear. With this knowledge, she knows how to use words to affect a person's actions, once managing to drive two men to suicide with nothing but words. She also...

Kenzie arrives at Brennan's place and sits at the small meza, jedwali with him. He explain's Fin's whole story but from his P.O.V., ending with how Jessica betrayed him and his friend (known to us as Chelsea) and told the Phoenix to leave Fin. But his friend (Chelsea) got there just in time to keep the Phoenix in Fin alive.
He then proceeds to tell her that the phoenix overloaded and that it was an 'accident.' What Kenzie doesn't know is that Chelsea had injected Fin with an overly large amount of some substance that killed her and the phoenix momentarily.
This whole time, Chelsea has been cooking...

So it isn't the best title in the world. Oh well...

Adrian sat on the rooftops, brooding over the girl he’d met a couple days ago... au was it weeks? On the outside she was peppy, bubbly, and beautiful, but inside he had the feeling she was hiding something. Beneath that curtain of black hair and that domino mask was her secrets and real feelings. Anger and darkness was something she wanted to cover, and years of experience had aliyopewa Adrian a small hint as to what she was doing.
“Adrian...?”
Said boy turned, the single blue strand dancing into his eyes once more. There she was, the girl...

Name: Jeremy Thompson ( Jet for a nickname)

Hero Name: Jet

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Relations: cousin to Bentley

Apperance: shaggy dark black hair that is actually brown and carmel brown eyes

Powers/Skills: he has no powers but is very skilled with weapons preferably his long hooks that he uses on trees to climb. He also has many skills in combat. He has many skills in nature calls and bird calls, he even made his own language in bird callls to communicate with his group who call themselves the Valley Heroians.

Personality: he is very outgoing when he wants to be and very caring for others, hes zaidi open...

Name: morgan Mace
Alias: Echo
Occupation: Hero; clone of Miss Martian
Powers: super-strength, super-speed, invisibility, telepathy, super-vision, heat-ray vision, shape-shifting, can mimic superhuman abilities
History: Nothing is really known about Morgan's past. All that is known is that she is clone to Megan, has been trained in all her powers, was created kwa Talia Al'Ghul from DNA aliyopewa to her kwa Becca Stevens before Becca turned against her, and is part of the team. She has had no run-ins with any of the other heroes, minus Becca Stevens.
Notes: morgan is a bubbly and warm clone. She knows she...

She threw herself against the ukuta with no results. Her breathing was labored and her body ached.
“Give it a rest. You'll damage yourself more.”
She turned to the voice. The red head leaned against the far wall, playing with a deck of cards.
“We have to get out. I can't stay here. WE can't stay here!”
“Eh. Just relax. Come play with me.”
“What?! No! We HAVE to get out! We have to warn them! Have to save them!”
“Becca calm down.”
She looked to the only other occupant. The dark haired Angel was floating, meditating.
“Devin, we need to get out! Think about Dick! The team! Think...