This has taken me absolutely 5ever. School and shiz, sorry! But I only need to tweek the last part, so... Epilogue, coming soon (hopefully).
Tara was slow to wake up, for her mind was fuzzy and ached from crying. As she sat up rubbing her eyes, she looked about the room she lay in.
An canopy of jeruk, orange mesh cascaded around the tempat tidur from the frame. When she pushed the curtain aside, she was introduced to a room schemed in persik walls, victorian styled furniture, and dim lighting emitting from the natal light strewn across the walls.
Tara threw off the covers and looked down at her clothes, the same ones she had been wearing the hari before, only now lebih rumpled. A picture on the bedside meja caught her eye as she stood. The frame was decorated with hearts; the foto depicted three children- two about her age, both with red hair, the third a younger brunette, all finely dressed. The smaller boy sat between his siblings on a bench inside a gondola. Something about the elder boy and his pale blue eyes was familiar to Tara, but before she could place him, she heard low murmured voices from the hall just outside the bedroom.
With light, silent footsteps Tara made her as to the door and listened intently. The murmers sharpened to words. Two people were speaking, seemingly arguing.
"You can't do this," one of them stated. Tara immediately recognized Becca's voice and some of the tension left her, as the possibility of the situation being dangerous became very small.
"It isn't forever, just until he heals." A British accented voice tried to reason. He sounded closer than before.
"And how long will that take? Days? Weeks?"
"However long he needed." He sounded resigned, tired even. His tone lowered. "You didn't hear him, Becca. The screams were... Hellish."
"The she should make the decision." When the door swung open, Becca and Nic found Tara with her arms crossed, brown eyes hard as steel.
"Where are we? How did I get here?" she interrigated immediately. "Where's Alek?"
"I found anda in his room," Nic responded plainly, unfaized oleh the girl's threatening tension. "And brought anda here. Here being the apartment of Double Helix's beta."
Ruse. Jasper, Tara remembered. She hadn't missed The Nic had neglected her final and most important question.
"Where's Alek?" she asked again. The fire-caster remained silent. His Adam's apel, apple bobbed as he cast his gaze toward the hallway so that Tara could only see a profil of his taught features.
"Well if you're not going to be any help," Becca started. Before she elaborated, Nic nodded slightly, turned, and walked back down the hall. Any other time the girls would have wondered at the arrogant fire-caster's absent reluctance.
"Where-"
"At the DH HQ," Becca answered.
"I want to see him."
The sorceress moved past Tara and sat at the foot of the bed. Tara followed suit and looked at he friend expectantly. "What's wrong?"
"Nic wants anda to wait a bit before anda see Alek," Becca admitted.
"And anda agree with him?" Tara made no effort to mask the hurt in her voice.
"No, no!" she shook her head at the horror of the proposition. But then sighed and shrugged with uncertainty. "You aren't the least bit angry with him?"
Tara fumbled for her words, taken aback. "I-I am.. I don't-"
Her rambling was cut off when the door suddenly reopened. Nic stepped in halfway, a phone in his hands, eyes widened.
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Ivara's head snapped to the detik occupied cot as the jantung rate monitor flat lined. Her vision flashed from not one, but two fading white auras of death. Her hands tremble. The blue rose pendant, which she had held so carefully in her palm, shattered on the ground.
Neither child even flinched at the crash. Bentley was at his girlfriend's side, his grey eyes glassy with incomprehension. Meanwhile, Emily's hands were a blur as she prepared heart-compressors.
Realizing the doctor could only handle a single patient at a time, Bentley took matters into his own hands oleh starting CPR.
Just then, four more people rushed in. Ruse, who must have alerted them, came in first. Immediately he was at Emily's side. Seeing were all the power was being concentrated, Nic rushed to his protégé's cot.
Last in was Tara, and another brunette Ivy recognized as the witch Becca. The latter tried to hold back her friend, but Tara broke free and raced to the boy who's jantung had stopped beating.
Orders were shouted, but Ivara heard none of them. What she did hear was Bentley counting under his breath to thirty, to a hiked whimper as Tara stopped beside Alek's bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. All she could see were those two whitening auras.
Jace was unsure of where he could help. He had interfered enough the last few days, every attempt to prove himself turned into disaster. He looked between the two chaotic scenes, then at Ivara, who stood so still the only hint she was alive was the tears forming in her eyes.
"Ivy?" Jace whispered. His attention was captured oleh her empty hand, still held out as if excepting something to be placed there. The boy looked to the ground and repeated, this time louder, "Ivy!"
He fell to his knees and reached for the pieces of the blur rose. It had broken into individual petals and know those petals were fading to a bleach white. Before Jace could grab one, they melted, like snow flakes.
He looked up to where Nic was pulling Bentley away from the still blonde girl, shouting that it was no use. Then his eyes averted to Alek's cot. The doctor was rubbing the compressors together and Becca had pulled Tara back away from him so she would not get hurt.
Jace looked back at the floor and whispered a simple, "I'm sorry." Just as Xian shouted, "Clear!"
In perfect unison, as if rehearsed a hundred times, two gasps of life emanated from either side of the room.
Tara was slow to wake up, for her mind was fuzzy and ached from crying. As she sat up rubbing her eyes, she looked about the room she lay in.
An canopy of jeruk, orange mesh cascaded around the tempat tidur from the frame. When she pushed the curtain aside, she was introduced to a room schemed in persik walls, victorian styled furniture, and dim lighting emitting from the natal light strewn across the walls.
Tara threw off the covers and looked down at her clothes, the same ones she had been wearing the hari before, only now lebih rumpled. A picture on the bedside meja caught her eye as she stood. The frame was decorated with hearts; the foto depicted three children- two about her age, both with red hair, the third a younger brunette, all finely dressed. The smaller boy sat between his siblings on a bench inside a gondola. Something about the elder boy and his pale blue eyes was familiar to Tara, but before she could place him, she heard low murmured voices from the hall just outside the bedroom.
With light, silent footsteps Tara made her as to the door and listened intently. The murmers sharpened to words. Two people were speaking, seemingly arguing.
"You can't do this," one of them stated. Tara immediately recognized Becca's voice and some of the tension left her, as the possibility of the situation being dangerous became very small.
"It isn't forever, just until he heals." A British accented voice tried to reason. He sounded closer than before.
"And how long will that take? Days? Weeks?"
"However long he needed." He sounded resigned, tired even. His tone lowered. "You didn't hear him, Becca. The screams were... Hellish."
"The she should make the decision." When the door swung open, Becca and Nic found Tara with her arms crossed, brown eyes hard as steel.
"Where are we? How did I get here?" she interrigated immediately. "Where's Alek?"
"I found anda in his room," Nic responded plainly, unfaized oleh the girl's threatening tension. "And brought anda here. Here being the apartment of Double Helix's beta."
Ruse. Jasper, Tara remembered. She hadn't missed The Nic had neglected her final and most important question.
"Where's Alek?" she asked again. The fire-caster remained silent. His Adam's apel, apple bobbed as he cast his gaze toward the hallway so that Tara could only see a profil of his taught features.
"Well if you're not going to be any help," Becca started. Before she elaborated, Nic nodded slightly, turned, and walked back down the hall. Any other time the girls would have wondered at the arrogant fire-caster's absent reluctance.
"Where-"
"At the DH HQ," Becca answered.
"I want to see him."
The sorceress moved past Tara and sat at the foot of the bed. Tara followed suit and looked at he friend expectantly. "What's wrong?"
"Nic wants anda to wait a bit before anda see Alek," Becca admitted.
"And anda agree with him?" Tara made no effort to mask the hurt in her voice.
"No, no!" she shook her head at the horror of the proposition. But then sighed and shrugged with uncertainty. "You aren't the least bit angry with him?"
Tara fumbled for her words, taken aback. "I-I am.. I don't-"
Her rambling was cut off when the door suddenly reopened. Nic stepped in halfway, a phone in his hands, eyes widened.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ivara's head snapped to the detik occupied cot as the jantung rate monitor flat lined. Her vision flashed from not one, but two fading white auras of death. Her hands tremble. The blue rose pendant, which she had held so carefully in her palm, shattered on the ground.
Neither child even flinched at the crash. Bentley was at his girlfriend's side, his grey eyes glassy with incomprehension. Meanwhile, Emily's hands were a blur as she prepared heart-compressors.
Realizing the doctor could only handle a single patient at a time, Bentley took matters into his own hands oleh starting CPR.
Just then, four more people rushed in. Ruse, who must have alerted them, came in first. Immediately he was at Emily's side. Seeing were all the power was being concentrated, Nic rushed to his protégé's cot.
Last in was Tara, and another brunette Ivy recognized as the witch Becca. The latter tried to hold back her friend, but Tara broke free and raced to the boy who's jantung had stopped beating.
Orders were shouted, but Ivara heard none of them. What she did hear was Bentley counting under his breath to thirty, to a hiked whimper as Tara stopped beside Alek's bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. All she could see were those two whitening auras.
Jace was unsure of where he could help. He had interfered enough the last few days, every attempt to prove himself turned into disaster. He looked between the two chaotic scenes, then at Ivara, who stood so still the only hint she was alive was the tears forming in her eyes.
"Ivy?" Jace whispered. His attention was captured oleh her empty hand, still held out as if excepting something to be placed there. The boy looked to the ground and repeated, this time louder, "Ivy!"
He fell to his knees and reached for the pieces of the blur rose. It had broken into individual petals and know those petals were fading to a bleach white. Before Jace could grab one, they melted, like snow flakes.
He looked up to where Nic was pulling Bentley away from the still blonde girl, shouting that it was no use. Then his eyes averted to Alek's cot. The doctor was rubbing the compressors together and Becca had pulled Tara back away from him so she would not get hurt.
Jace looked back at the floor and whispered a simple, "I'm sorry." Just as Xian shouted, "Clear!"
In perfect unison, as if rehearsed a hundred times, two gasps of life emanated from either side of the room.
Young Justice Invasion Episode 8: "Satisfaction"
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in bintang City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, atau stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming link for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 detik sneak cuplikan Saturday after DC Nation. Two lebih 30-45 sec previews and 6 cuplikan pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Air Date: September 29th, 2012
Description: Upon awakening in bintang City Hospital, Roy Harper plans his revenge on the man who ruined his life: Lex Luthor.
Also, if everything goes straight, Young Justice Invasion will air all 13 episodes in a regular order without taking another break, hiatus, atau stop for the Holidays.
Yes, I have confirming link for all of these. This is the real deal people. First 45 detik sneak cuplikan Saturday after DC Nation. Two lebih 30-45 sec previews and 6 cuplikan pics this Thursday. Thank you!
Hair:
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen atau king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced oleh a new queen. A seven tahun old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?
Where i was originally born, i was royalty. Chosen immediately because my hair was white. In my tribe white hair was a rarity. And that child would become the queen atau king at the earliest time possible. I became queen at the age of eight. I was wiser than i sounded. I was terrifying, yet generous. I helped and protected when ever necessary. But When my indecent occurred, and i was banished i left. And i was replaced oleh a new queen. A seven tahun old girl with short white hair. At that time i had long white hair.
It was to grow out for however long i was ruling. Now i had to cut. It was custom. Now i cut and left my hair grow out at what ever pace i choose. But as i look at my hair and see it flow, the pain flows too. The past i had. I loved it so. But it was part of my cursed color of hair that i became who i am. but then without it now...who would i be? Would i be here? Would i have the friends i do now?