Oh yeah! My creativity strikes again!!!!
The sound of a gun and breaking glass pierced through the night. The sounds of a struggle were clear for anyone close by. Meaning only two. He stumbled backwards, taken back oleh the blow. It didn't last long. He kicked, punched, dodged, did all in his power to keep the other one down. His cape shadowed his every move. He was a figure in black, manipulating every thing with his tactical brain. He threw the other one against a wall, watching as he fell and knocked over a few trashcans. He was breathing heavily but prepared for an attack. Nothing. He laughed manically and tied up his victim.
“Too bad. I was looking for a better fight.”
He threw the unconcious criminal into the light of a jalan, street lamp and headed on his way. As he passed oleh a side alley, he heard a small noise. He looked around, listening. Someone was crying. He started towards the sound with caution, realizing the possibility of a trap. His eyes adjusted lebih and he saw it.
“Becca?!”
The girl looked up at him surprised.
“Who...who are you?”
Her voice was fearful, brown eyes wide.
“Becca, calm down. It's only me.”
“Who?”
He sighed. This girl, though she resembled Becca, clearly wasn't. He came closer.
“My name is Red Revenge. Let me help you.”
She looked at him as if she recognized the name, her body relaxing of tension. He stepped closer to her and watched her carefully.
“What's your name?”
“Lizzie.”
“What's wrong? I heard anda crying?”
“I-I...”
“You can tell me, Lizzie.”
“It's all my fault! Terror is dying and it's my fault!”
She burst into tears and Sam stopped. Crying was the one thing he never knew how to react to.
“Hey it'll be okay Lizzie. We just need to get him to a hospital.”
“A hospital?”
“Yeah. Come with me.”
Sam picked up Terror gently and Lizzie stood. He led her onto the streets.
“You better take him quickly. He'll at least have a chance.”
“Take him where?”
Sam looked at her beneath his mask. He'd heard of traumatizing cases, but this was ridiculous.
“A hospital. Sheesh!”
“Well don't blame me! I've only been a teenager for a few hours!”
Lizzie took Terror without trouble and marched away. Despite himself, Sam smirked at the childlike defiance she was showing. Then it hit him. He raced to catch up with her.
“Wait how old are you?!”
“Terror berkata I was fifteen.”
“But anda berkata you've only been a teen for a few hours!”
“Yeah. I was seven before.”
Sam looked at her and took hold of her arm.
“You best come with me.”
“What about Terror?”
“I'll get him help. But anda might need lebih than he does.”
The sound of a gun and breaking glass pierced through the night. The sounds of a struggle were clear for anyone close by. Meaning only two. He stumbled backwards, taken back oleh the blow. It didn't last long. He kicked, punched, dodged, did all in his power to keep the other one down. His cape shadowed his every move. He was a figure in black, manipulating every thing with his tactical brain. He threw the other one against a wall, watching as he fell and knocked over a few trashcans. He was breathing heavily but prepared for an attack. Nothing. He laughed manically and tied up his victim.
“Too bad. I was looking for a better fight.”
He threw the unconcious criminal into the light of a jalan, street lamp and headed on his way. As he passed oleh a side alley, he heard a small noise. He looked around, listening. Someone was crying. He started towards the sound with caution, realizing the possibility of a trap. His eyes adjusted lebih and he saw it.
“Becca?!”
The girl looked up at him surprised.
“Who...who are you?”
Her voice was fearful, brown eyes wide.
“Becca, calm down. It's only me.”
“Who?”
He sighed. This girl, though she resembled Becca, clearly wasn't. He came closer.
“My name is Red Revenge. Let me help you.”
She looked at him as if she recognized the name, her body relaxing of tension. He stepped closer to her and watched her carefully.
“What's your name?”
“Lizzie.”
“What's wrong? I heard anda crying?”
“I-I...”
“You can tell me, Lizzie.”
“It's all my fault! Terror is dying and it's my fault!”
She burst into tears and Sam stopped. Crying was the one thing he never knew how to react to.
“Hey it'll be okay Lizzie. We just need to get him to a hospital.”
“A hospital?”
“Yeah. Come with me.”
Sam picked up Terror gently and Lizzie stood. He led her onto the streets.
“You better take him quickly. He'll at least have a chance.”
“Take him where?”
Sam looked at her beneath his mask. He'd heard of traumatizing cases, but this was ridiculous.
“A hospital. Sheesh!”
“Well don't blame me! I've only been a teenager for a few hours!”
Lizzie took Terror without trouble and marched away. Despite himself, Sam smirked at the childlike defiance she was showing. Then it hit him. He raced to catch up with her.
“Wait how old are you?!”
“Terror berkata I was fifteen.”
“But anda berkata you've only been a teen for a few hours!”
“Yeah. I was seven before.”
Sam looked at her and took hold of her arm.
“You best come with me.”
“What about Terror?”
“I'll get him help. But anda might need lebih than he does.”
Name:Dustin Romanov
age:immortal but appears 17
powers:superspeed,superstrength,reads minds,invulnerability(Babylon wouldn't be able to drain his energy),and ciuman of death
hero costume:a black tuxedo,and white mask shaped like an x
civvies:(doesn't have anything special he has a different pair of civvies each day)
Alias:FreshAir
BG story:Thew hari of his seventeenth birthday he fell off a cliff and died for a few detik and his mother and father kept praying for God to bring him back and so he brought him back but he brought him back with eternal life as a price added oleh an evil demon.He can only end his eternal life if he finds the demon and cuts off his head,but for until that hari he has sworn his allegiance to the young justice members...and has a secret crush on Babylon.
P.S he's Russian.
age:immortal but appears 17
powers:superspeed,superstrength,reads minds,invulnerability(Babylon wouldn't be able to drain his energy),and ciuman of death
hero costume:a black tuxedo,and white mask shaped like an x
civvies:(doesn't have anything special he has a different pair of civvies each day)
Alias:FreshAir
BG story:Thew hari of his seventeenth birthday he fell off a cliff and died for a few detik and his mother and father kept praying for God to bring him back and so he brought him back but he brought him back with eternal life as a price added oleh an evil demon.He can only end his eternal life if he finds the demon and cuts off his head,but for until that hari he has sworn his allegiance to the young justice members...and has a secret crush on Babylon.
P.S he's Russian.
Name:Shaine Do
age:15
gender:male
Alias:DragonsHeart
powers:transforms into a huge red and black dragon and hypnosis
hero outfit:a red pair of pants and t kemeja with black ankle boots and sunglasses
civvies;white t kemeja with a black dragon on it and jeans(but he also likes wearing other outfits)
appearance:White hair and red eyes they sometimes change color and he's about 6"5'
BG story:He's Augusts long lost brother who has been searching for her for years wondering where she might be and finnally finds her at a starbucks and discovers he has powers just like her and fights along her side against evil.(yes i know they don't have the same last name it's a long story),he's also a former male model.
age:15
gender:male
Alias:DragonsHeart
powers:transforms into a huge red and black dragon and hypnosis
hero outfit:a red pair of pants and t kemeja with black ankle boots and sunglasses
civvies;white t kemeja with a black dragon on it and jeans(but he also likes wearing other outfits)
appearance:White hair and red eyes they sometimes change color and he's about 6"5'
BG story:He's Augusts long lost brother who has been searching for her for years wondering where she might be and finnally finds her at a starbucks and discovers he has powers just like her and fights along her side against evil.(yes i know they don't have the same last name it's a long story),he's also a former male model.