AGONY:
So let me start with this; I did not pick my past, au my powers. And I am not a hero, wewe can trust me on that. Now let’s jump right in (to what wewe ask? Read my freaking prolog! It’s there for a reason!)
WARNING: THE REST OF THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS A VICTIM VIEW FROM THE HOLOCAUST, IF wewe FEEL STRONGLY ABOUT THIS TOPIC BEING USED FOR A FANFICTION PURPOSE PLEASE DO NOT READ THE inayofuata SECTION UNTIL wewe SEE THE ----, IF wewe SKIP OVER IT IT WILL NOT AFFECT THE REST OF THE FANFICTION. (IT IS SIMPLY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT)
POLAND 1941 (During The Holocaust)
[ENGLISH TRANSLATION]
“Mommy! Daddy!” A blond girl wailed and attempted to get through the line of guards. A red haired boy barely managed to pull her back before a gaurds bullet almost shot her. The summer siku was bright and pretty, church bells rang in the distance and the evaporating rain off the roofs cast a shimmering light. But down below blood painted the healthy green grass, crying children and adults screams drone out the sound of the bells, and everyone stared at the ground where bodies were being thrown, instead of the rooftops. A steely eyed redhead girl walked past her brother who was comforting the little girl, she marched straight to the edge where the Nazis stood. She stared from between the guards at her parents who stood fearfully at their daughter, fear not for themselves but for her. ‘Be strong’ her father mouthed, the girl nodded. She shed no tears, she was sad and scared, terrified even; but she would not give the enemy the satisfaction of a wailing child. A guard saw the glaring, tearless girl and he looked at her.
“Strong one aren't you?” He smirked hoping to startle her, it was a fail though, he was the one startled kwa the murderous look she gave him. It was pure hatred a look that definitely did not belong on a eight mwaka old, au any human being, it was demonic.
“You poor excuses of humans are *********,” She swore with utter loathing, the guard gripped the kisu at his side. A red head boy came up inayofuata to the girl, he looked frightened as he tried to collect himself.
“Sara.....we need to go back now,” The boy gripped his little sister and tried to pull her back.
“The new world has no place for cowards!” The guard spat and in a single motion brought the kisu down on the boys skull. The girl stared wide eyed at her dead brother. The guard looked down at the girl. She gave the same demonic glare, then she looked at the bloody knife, it was a simple blade, pure black metal and two bars that were the handles and holders. She did the most surprising thing, she smiled.
“Nice knife,” She alisema sweetly, her grin was creepy looking with the blood splattered across her face. The guard was thoroughly creeped out.
“Wh...” He stuttered
“I alisema ‘Nice knife’,” She repeated and cocked her head slightly adding the creepiness of it. And her eyes glowed orange, the guard screamed and tried to walked backwards, and he dropped the knife. Eyes still glowing Sara picked up the kisu and pointed it at the man. Screaming the man's head mgawanyiko, baidisha open, killing him instantly. The rest of the guards yelled and the kids ran off. Sara pointed at the guards and with the other hand pointed at the dead bodies on the ground and all the Nazis dropped dead. Smirking Sara closed the knife, pocketing it and walked away.
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GOTHAM CITY 2012
GOTHAM EAST PUBLIC SCHOOL 3:30 pm
As soon as Sara walked around the corner of the school, she pulled out the old switchblade. Using one hand she fumbled around with it, twirling the blade around her fingers without getting a scratch. Flipping it over with one of her fingers she caught it mid air and stared into the black blade.
“What do wewe think, Victor?” She asked her brother, well she was talking to the knife, but she always thought her brother was trapped in the knife. “Should I jiunge the team?” She asked and slipped the closed kisu up her sleeve and continued walking.
“I mean should I? Can I trust them? Will they trust me? Danna and Brant are fine, and Brant is half shadow demon. But will they accept someone who feeds off people’s pain?”
“Who are wewe taking to?!” A voice alisema and Sara was pushed violently against a wall, held in place kwa a horrible smelling highschool guy.
“Well!?” He was definitely uigizaji weird, his eyes jumped back and forth and he was trembling.
“What the hell are wewe talkin’ about?” Sara yelled trying to restrain herself from slashing this dude to bits.
“Are wewe gonna pay me au what?!” The drug using kid asked. Sara just looked at the kid with a ‘seriously-do-I-look-like-a-druggie-to-you?’ look.
“Well! What do wewe say?” The kid asked shaking her. Sara glared in response.
“Two words...’Breath’...‘Mints’. What did wewe do eat trash?!” Sara exclaimed. The boy snarled and slammed her against the ukuta again. ving her a minor headache. She smirked perfect...eat pain, jerkface! Her eyes glowed machungwa, chungwa and she sent her headache to the boy. Who just shook his head slightly. Annnnnd now AMPLIFY . And she took all of the pain and cranked it up in his head. The druggie shrieked in agony (ha ha am I funny au what?), dropping Sara. She smirked and ran down the road, slowing down after a few blocks, not noticing the shadow looming behind her.
So let me start with this; I did not pick my past, au my powers. And I am not a hero, wewe can trust me on that. Now let’s jump right in (to what wewe ask? Read my freaking prolog! It’s there for a reason!)
WARNING: THE REST OF THIS FANFICTION CONTAINS A VICTIM VIEW FROM THE HOLOCAUST, IF wewe FEEL STRONGLY ABOUT THIS TOPIC BEING USED FOR A FANFICTION PURPOSE PLEASE DO NOT READ THE inayofuata SECTION UNTIL wewe SEE THE ----, IF wewe SKIP OVER IT IT WILL NOT AFFECT THE REST OF THE FANFICTION. (IT IS SIMPLY CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT)
POLAND 1941 (During The Holocaust)
[ENGLISH TRANSLATION]
“Mommy! Daddy!” A blond girl wailed and attempted to get through the line of guards. A red haired boy barely managed to pull her back before a gaurds bullet almost shot her. The summer siku was bright and pretty, church bells rang in the distance and the evaporating rain off the roofs cast a shimmering light. But down below blood painted the healthy green grass, crying children and adults screams drone out the sound of the bells, and everyone stared at the ground where bodies were being thrown, instead of the rooftops. A steely eyed redhead girl walked past her brother who was comforting the little girl, she marched straight to the edge where the Nazis stood. She stared from between the guards at her parents who stood fearfully at their daughter, fear not for themselves but for her. ‘Be strong’ her father mouthed, the girl nodded. She shed no tears, she was sad and scared, terrified even; but she would not give the enemy the satisfaction of a wailing child. A guard saw the glaring, tearless girl and he looked at her.
“Strong one aren't you?” He smirked hoping to startle her, it was a fail though, he was the one startled kwa the murderous look she gave him. It was pure hatred a look that definitely did not belong on a eight mwaka old, au any human being, it was demonic.
“You poor excuses of humans are *********,” She swore with utter loathing, the guard gripped the kisu at his side. A red head boy came up inayofuata to the girl, he looked frightened as he tried to collect himself.
“Sara.....we need to go back now,” The boy gripped his little sister and tried to pull her back.
“The new world has no place for cowards!” The guard spat and in a single motion brought the kisu down on the boys skull. The girl stared wide eyed at her dead brother. The guard looked down at the girl. She gave the same demonic glare, then she looked at the bloody knife, it was a simple blade, pure black metal and two bars that were the handles and holders. She did the most surprising thing, she smiled.
“Nice knife,” She alisema sweetly, her grin was creepy looking with the blood splattered across her face. The guard was thoroughly creeped out.
“Wh...” He stuttered
“I alisema ‘Nice knife’,” She repeated and cocked her head slightly adding the creepiness of it. And her eyes glowed orange, the guard screamed and tried to walked backwards, and he dropped the knife. Eyes still glowing Sara picked up the kisu and pointed it at the man. Screaming the man's head mgawanyiko, baidisha open, killing him instantly. The rest of the guards yelled and the kids ran off. Sara pointed at the guards and with the other hand pointed at the dead bodies on the ground and all the Nazis dropped dead. Smirking Sara closed the knife, pocketing it and walked away.
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GOTHAM CITY 2012
GOTHAM EAST PUBLIC SCHOOL 3:30 pm
As soon as Sara walked around the corner of the school, she pulled out the old switchblade. Using one hand she fumbled around with it, twirling the blade around her fingers without getting a scratch. Flipping it over with one of her fingers she caught it mid air and stared into the black blade.
“What do wewe think, Victor?” She asked her brother, well she was talking to the knife, but she always thought her brother was trapped in the knife. “Should I jiunge the team?” She asked and slipped the closed kisu up her sleeve and continued walking.
“I mean should I? Can I trust them? Will they trust me? Danna and Brant are fine, and Brant is half shadow demon. But will they accept someone who feeds off people’s pain?”
“Who are wewe taking to?!” A voice alisema and Sara was pushed violently against a wall, held in place kwa a horrible smelling highschool guy.
“Well!?” He was definitely uigizaji weird, his eyes jumped back and forth and he was trembling.
“What the hell are wewe talkin’ about?” Sara yelled trying to restrain herself from slashing this dude to bits.
“Are wewe gonna pay me au what?!” The drug using kid asked. Sara just looked at the kid with a ‘seriously-do-I-look-like-a-druggie-to-you?’ look.
“Well! What do wewe say?” The kid asked shaking her. Sara glared in response.
“Two words...’Breath’...‘Mints’. What did wewe do eat trash?!” Sara exclaimed. The boy snarled and slammed her against the ukuta again. ving her a minor headache. She smirked perfect...eat pain, jerkface! Her eyes glowed machungwa, chungwa and she sent her headache to the boy. Who just shook his head slightly. Annnnnd now AMPLIFY . And she took all of the pain and cranked it up in his head. The druggie shrieked in agony (ha ha am I funny au what?), dropping Sara. She smirked and ran down the road, slowing down after a few blocks, not noticing the shadow looming behind her.
Fang (wings folded behind him)
A dream or Predition ???
Eyes of Artemis
Dick’s POV:
He let a small laugh escape through his mouth. He knew it was Artemis and maybe she knew he was Robin. But it was a tiny chance he looked at her, standing in the crowd talking to Rachel a senior year. He smiled. Artemis was in good hands.
Artemis POV:
“Thanks” She putted the papers in her bag. “tomorrow a need them back so don’t forget them.” “Got it.” Artemis answered. Rachel started to talk “Well, let’s start then, We are now in the hall of the Gotham academy.” Artemis looked around, everybody was to their lessons except a few. The hall itself was made of grey, silvery stone. The ukuta reflected the blue sky and she thought of the strange boy. “Are wewe coming au not?” Rachel stood in the giant stanchion. “I’m coming.” As she walked to Rachel remembering the mysterious laugh.
Dick’s POV:
He let a small laugh escape through his mouth. He knew it was Artemis and maybe she knew he was Robin. But it was a tiny chance he looked at her, standing in the crowd talking to Rachel a senior year. He smiled. Artemis was in good hands.
Artemis POV:
“Thanks” She putted the papers in her bag. “tomorrow a need them back so don’t forget them.” “Got it.” Artemis answered. Rachel started to talk “Well, let’s start then, We are now in the hall of the Gotham academy.” Artemis looked around, everybody was to their lessons except a few. The hall itself was made of grey, silvery stone. The ukuta reflected the blue sky and she thought of the strange boy. “Are wewe coming au not?” Rachel stood in the giant stanchion. “I’m coming.” As she walked to Rachel remembering the mysterious laugh.
