Proven part V
"Miss Weston," I stopped and turned on the stair as the tenant of the apartment building called my name. "A boy came oleh earlier," he said, "he insisted upon delivering a gift to your room."
"Thank you, Mr. Kox," I nodded to him and jogged up the stairs. My backpack was heavy from the extra buku and homework and my shoulders sore from lugging it all the way home. Alek hadn't shown.
I was glad to find the door to my apartment locked. A good sign. Besides the fact, I was cautious as I turned my key and entered the hall. My prudence turned to surprise when I walked into my bedroom.
Laid out on my tempat tidur was an elegant, satin dark-blue dress with a rim of gray bordering the collar. Accompanying it was a silver half mask. At the foot of my tempat tidur were black high-heels. My mouth dropped and I picked up the letter and unfolded it to neatly scrawled cursive.
'Masquerade ball? Pick anda up @ 8:00.'
-N.
I reread the simple words once, twice, thrice before fully comprehending the words.Then checked my watch: 4 hours.
I looked at the half-open door to my closet, thinking of my civvies I had planned to change into before transporting to Mt. Justice through the zeta tube. Then back at the mask in the shape of a crescent moon. Picking it up, I ran my hand over the border of sequins that reflected the sun light drifting through my window. With a sigh, I accepted the mission.
4 hours later I had taken a long shower, plaited my hair-French style, and donned a light layer of makeup. I had also dozed away an hour, knowing from experience that it may be a while before our goal was accomplished.
Finally, I escaped the brace of my soft, fuzzy berwarna merah muda, merah muda jubah for the dress. Luckily, it didn't fit too tight to tampil the pisau sheath strapped to my thigh. Grabbing my shoes and mask, I plopped down on the dipan, sofa and waited for my ride. Not a detik past 8:00, a knock rapped on my door. I checked the opened the door and, as promised, Nic was leaning in the doorway.
His dark suit matched his long hair, and in his left hand was a black-and-white checkered half mask.
Nic ran his eyes lazily up and down my figure, then nodded. "Ready?" he said. I nodded, then remembered something.
"Wait here," I told him. I kicked of my heels and raced down the hall, ignoring Nic's protests. Stopping in the bathroom, I scanned the counter before finding the black bat. I slipped it into my hair and ran back to the door. I grabbed my shoes and walked past Nic. "Coming?" I said.
"I like your dress," Nic berkata as we went down the stairs. I stumbled in surprise at the compliment. "It matches my eyes," he added. I scolded myself for not seeing that coming and arrived on the street.
Parked outside was a black Ferrari. I looked around in confusion, trying to spot Nic's red Chevy pick-up atau at least his black motorcycle. But Nic opened the passenger door and smirked at my surprise. "Jazz's dad let me barrow it," he said. I slid into the seat. When Nic cranked the key and we rolled smoothly down the jalan, street he added, "I wanted to arrive in style at Wayne Manor."
"Miss Weston," I stopped and turned on the stair as the tenant of the apartment building called my name. "A boy came oleh earlier," he said, "he insisted upon delivering a gift to your room."
"Thank you, Mr. Kox," I nodded to him and jogged up the stairs. My backpack was heavy from the extra buku and homework and my shoulders sore from lugging it all the way home. Alek hadn't shown.
I was glad to find the door to my apartment locked. A good sign. Besides the fact, I was cautious as I turned my key and entered the hall. My prudence turned to surprise when I walked into my bedroom.
Laid out on my tempat tidur was an elegant, satin dark-blue dress with a rim of gray bordering the collar. Accompanying it was a silver half mask. At the foot of my tempat tidur were black high-heels. My mouth dropped and I picked up the letter and unfolded it to neatly scrawled cursive.
'Masquerade ball? Pick anda up @ 8:00.'
-N.
I reread the simple words once, twice, thrice before fully comprehending the words.Then checked my watch: 4 hours.
I looked at the half-open door to my closet, thinking of my civvies I had planned to change into before transporting to Mt. Justice through the zeta tube. Then back at the mask in the shape of a crescent moon. Picking it up, I ran my hand over the border of sequins that reflected the sun light drifting through my window. With a sigh, I accepted the mission.
4 hours later I had taken a long shower, plaited my hair-French style, and donned a light layer of makeup. I had also dozed away an hour, knowing from experience that it may be a while before our goal was accomplished.
Finally, I escaped the brace of my soft, fuzzy berwarna merah muda, merah muda jubah for the dress. Luckily, it didn't fit too tight to tampil the pisau sheath strapped to my thigh. Grabbing my shoes and mask, I plopped down on the dipan, sofa and waited for my ride. Not a detik past 8:00, a knock rapped on my door. I checked the opened the door and, as promised, Nic was leaning in the doorway.
His dark suit matched his long hair, and in his left hand was a black-and-white checkered half mask.
Nic ran his eyes lazily up and down my figure, then nodded. "Ready?" he said. I nodded, then remembered something.
"Wait here," I told him. I kicked of my heels and raced down the hall, ignoring Nic's protests. Stopping in the bathroom, I scanned the counter before finding the black bat. I slipped it into my hair and ran back to the door. I grabbed my shoes and walked past Nic. "Coming?" I said.
"I like your dress," Nic berkata as we went down the stairs. I stumbled in surprise at the compliment. "It matches my eyes," he added. I scolded myself for not seeing that coming and arrived on the street.
Parked outside was a black Ferrari. I looked around in confusion, trying to spot Nic's red Chevy pick-up atau at least his black motorcycle. But Nic opened the passenger door and smirked at my surprise. "Jazz's dad let me barrow it," he said. I slid into the seat. When Nic cranked the key and we rolled smoothly down the jalan, street he added, "I wanted to arrive in style at Wayne Manor."
Dear Heroes,
I have your Delta and Cimmerian. atau anda call them Danna and Brant, I call them Toxic and Demon. Their old names, when they were assasins. Now they are back in their real home, The Lone Wolves. They have a few words for you.
Toxic: Don’t follow us, please . You’ll get your selves hurt! Dick, Kyra, Nicole, Bruse, I’ll miss anda guys, anda were my family, my heven. To the team, I will never forget the time we spent together, fighting and messing with eachother. From fangirling over RvB with Blade to pranking Fang, I’ll never forget anda guys.
Demon: I had just met anda guys, but the few that I had were great. Please don’t help us, anda will get killed, and we wouldnt be able to stop it. It was nice while it lasted.
So on that note, Delta and Brant are dead. But they left Toxic and Demon. Better luck selanjutnya time, heros.
Goodbye,
Shadowa
I have your Delta and Cimmerian. atau anda call them Danna and Brant, I call them Toxic and Demon. Their old names, when they were assasins. Now they are back in their real home, The Lone Wolves. They have a few words for you.
Toxic: Don’t follow us, please . You’ll get your selves hurt! Dick, Kyra, Nicole, Bruse, I’ll miss anda guys, anda were my family, my heven. To the team, I will never forget the time we spent together, fighting and messing with eachother. From fangirling over RvB with Blade to pranking Fang, I’ll never forget anda guys.
Demon: I had just met anda guys, but the few that I had were great. Please don’t help us, anda will get killed, and we wouldnt be able to stop it. It was nice while it lasted.
So on that note, Delta and Brant are dead. But they left Toxic and Demon. Better luck selanjutnya time, heros.
Goodbye,
Shadowa