It was a quarter past midnight, not a single whisk of life stirred other then the leather cased finger stroking the brim of the amber elixir. He was calm. Breathing even as it course through his blood.

Inhale. Exhale.

He gazed over the brim of tainted shades, looking for his dearest fair sister cruising behind ebony. Her heels clicking to each sway of her pencil skirt, to every swoosh of the field of wheat grazing over her bum.

"Abel, I'm going back. Are आप going to stop me?" The slick amber pool around his coarse bottom lip. Edging the tip of his tongue whilst whispering sweet tunes into the...

Nic barely flinched as a fist rapped on the door of his quarters. "Come in," he granted without raising his voice. 
Ivara opened the door slowly. She hesitated then, wondering if her task was just. Her Superior had his elbows on the डेस्क and appeared to be staring intently over the चोटी, शीर्ष of his open laptop at the तस्वीरें taped to the wall. He wore the same outfit as he had worn that morning at practice: dark red sweats and nothing more. 
Ivara could see the marks that were etched in Nic's back, light scars on his pale skin. She was reminded of the markings that decorated her own body, the violet...

We're all a little mad. A little insane. A little psycho. On the inside. We usually know how to control that small part of us. But what happens when it builds up? What happens when it claws its way out? आप snap. Correct?

Sometimes when we snap, we murder people.
Parents.
Animals.
Friends.
Sisters
Brothers?

Sometimes we kill ourselves.
Weather by:
Burning.
Drowning.
Knives या Ropes.

But sometimes... People try to help us.. sometimes people cause our madness. The thing that leads to those horrid acts is them trying to fix us. And द्वारा fixing us they put us in a room. With a jacket. And isolate us from everyone...

His footsteps echoed in the mountain base, the clock पढ़ना well into three in the morning. He knew she wasn't going to be there, but something compelled him to come. Her room was the same as he had last seen. He picked things up, not sure why he had come but not put to rest about where she had gone या why she hadn't told him. Guilt suddenly swarmed around him. Maybe if he was here more, paid और attention to her...He shook his head.
You know she hates when आप do that, Alek. He sighed and moved to the desk, where her journal lay open. He imagined her sitting there, writing. He could see...

The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed द्वारा the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy सोफ़ा, सोफे sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied द्वारा two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The सवाल "Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and और urgently "How?". I walk cautiously आगे and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were...

The girl walked in the cave, laptop in hands, wearing sweatpants, a T-shirt, and multi-colored socks. She sat down on the couch, her legs crossed, and opened the laptop, setting it in her lap. Immediately, the lock screen showed up, having her type in her password. After she typed it in, the laptop went to the main screen, a picture of her, Rosie, and Maxine appeared in the background. The red head moved the माउस pad and left clicked on the documents tab, opening a file about Joker that Zack had gotten for her. Rene put it on full zoom, पढ़ना everything over a billion times, getting as much...

(( Bentley P.O.V ))
Two months………, two months we’ve been trapped in this death game…. We had barely made a dent into reaching the one hundredth floor. The floor to freedom, I felt लॉस्ट and tired but wasn’t in my right mind to give up. I walked through the streets in my black combat boots, black jeans, my black fingerless gloves, and fighting vest with swords crossing on the front. I walked past the फल stands and opened my option सूची looking to see how much money I had, I clicked on an amount and a bag of money appeared in my hand as I walked over to purchase a bag of apples....

She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit room. She read the time on the clock. Only noon. She had time. She reached under her बिस्तर and pulled out the suitcase. She got up and looked in her closet. Pushing the clothes aside, she grabbed all the weapons left on their posts. She placed them in the suitcase along with the other smaller knives and बंदूकों hidden in the room. S
he threw in a book of चित्रो and her journal. She closed the suitcase, slipped her iPod in her pocket, and looked around the simple room she had called hers. There really wasn't much she had, a few books, few clothes,...

First songfic ever (published) द्वारा yours truly!

This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten

It would be much easier just to let go. To allow the bubbles of valuable oxygen escape her lips an float away to freedom.

Feel the earth हटाइए and then
Hear my दिल burst again

Her lungs screamed for और air, any air, her body begged for और heat, any heat. The energy had already seeped trough her clothes into the surrounding depths. All senses threatened to shut down and leave her लॉस्ट in the darkness alone and too exhausted to give a care.

For this is the end
I've drowned and dreamt this moment

The chain...

A little crack ship in honor of Hallows Eve.

"Prisoner 117," the jailer called in Russian. The crowd parted and two guards stepped forward, dragging a prisoner between them. The नारंगी, ऑरेंज jumpsuit he wore was little और than mud splattered, blood stained rags. His hair, once a gleaming, wavy golden blond, was darkened and matted. The penitentiary guards threw the boy into the mud at the jailer's feet. He groaned and coward like a wounded animal.
"Filthy razboynik*," the jailer spit, speaking in his language. "You are nothing of use to us any longer. आप have refused to give us any information...

Ari stood behind the limber dark पेड़ *snap* a deer
just fell into her trap she turned to it a baby deer
right in front of her...she let it free."No luck today."
she whispered to herself and then out of the bloom
right behind her was Nightwing."Dick!I hate it when आप do that is it really neccessary?!"she asked in anger,"Actually yes it is."he answered sarcastically,
"What do आप want Nightwing?"she asked in a sigh.
"to wish आप a happy 16th birthday sis."he said,
"Oh,thanks."she कहा surprisingly,"I still remember this place Bruce would take us here all the time when we were kids."Dick said,
flashback...

This is from The_Writer!!! NOT ME!!!


"Hiya!" Sam yelled, slamming a kick at Two-Face. The man dodged and grabbed Sam's leg, yanking it out from under him.

"You've been working out Sammy, boy." Two-Face said. 

"Hey!" Becca yelled, punching a guy's face in. "Only I get to call him that!"

"Now is really not a good time, princess!" Sam yelled in reply. He leaped up and punched Two-Face on the scarred half of his face. The criminal mastermind crumpled to the ground. 

Sam would've congratulated himself if two dozen और heavily armed thugs hadn't walked in at that moment.

"Down!" Becca yelled, throwing...

A fun little one shot that occurred in my mind पढ़ना ff.net a long time ago.
I decided to write it out today, because I was bored to all hell. Have fun reading...

Kyra was curled up in a little ball on her bed, sniffling and shivering. Her nose and eyes were red, and her forehead was covered in drops of sweat. She'd locked herself in her room and had wrapped herself up in covers, coughing violently into her elbow every once in a while. She was a mess...
And she had a mission with the team.
No one knew she was sick-- she refused to tell anyone, even her sisters या brother. She'd distanced herself...

SilverWings tried to ignore it the first two times. She had finally gotten to sleep only to be awoken what felt like ten मिनटों later. She sighed as her ringtone, Whistle द्वारा Flo Rida, rang a third time. She didn't want to wake the others with the ongoing tone.
Silver fumbled for along the dresser for a moment before her hand struck the cell. She flipped it open and held it to her ear, her head still resting on the pillow.
"Hello," she कहा grogily.
"Ary!"
"Nic," Silver sat straight up, fully awake now."What's wrong?"
"Don't hate me, but I need your help."
"Why would I possibly hate आप for waking...

*Giggle* Cruddy title.





I woke up, cold and lonely. आप know that weird feeling in your stomach when आप feel like your being watched? Yeah, its here. I peeked out from under my blankets, and I saw...legs? The covers were thrown off me, my arms were grabbed, and my mouth was covered. I saw Ciel behind my captor.
"Let go. या आप die." He whispered in my captor's ear. He cocked his glock, and my captor smiled. I closed my eyes tightly, and heard the bang. I fell back onto the bed, and heard a body hit the floor. I felt a hand on my shoulder, I was shaking. I opened my eyes, then, they widened....

Name: Weapon X-360 (360 meaning the degree of a perfect circle, deeply meaning ‘Perfect Weapon’)

Occupation: Human weapon/Assassin for hire

Age: 17

Date of Birth: 25th December 1996

Type: Human Weapon/Cyborg

Nationality: American, French, Canadian, Japanese

Hair: Black या some times a fair shade of blue (it changes in the sun) has a side fringe that covers one eye and medium hair in a side parting)

Eyes: पन्ना Green

Powers and/or abilitys:
-Skin can turn into adamantium.
-Adamantium claws located in each finger.
-Good flexibility and practices gymnastic fighting.
-Knowledge of how to use guns...

Name: Alex "Web" Knight
Age: 16 years old
Height: 5'9
Hair: blond
Eyes: Blue
Nationality: British
Father: Spider-Man
Mother: Sally knight
Affiliations: Young Justice; MI6

Powers: regrow limbs; stick/climb walls; inhuman: strength, agility, reactions
Skills: spying; working undercover; disguising him self; most forms of hand to hand combat; multilingual (can speak english of corse, Russian, German, French, Spanish and more)

Relationship status: I have no clue I'm no good with relationships (unless the odd "I'm awesome & good looking" )

Enemies: French president's daughter (it is the city of love...

Name: Connors Taylors-Di Angelo
Alias: The “Con-man”
Occupation: Gang Member
Powers: Specializes in transformations and explosives, as well as cons and theivery
History: Connors father died when he was young. His mother remarried a rich man. But his new step-father hated him. When Connors found out his step-father, Mr. Taylors, planned to ship him to boarding school, Connors ran away. He became a gang member and was there when the others found Irra Weldon-Addams. They took her in and the two became good friends. When Irra took place as leader, Connors became her second-in-command. When Irra...