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YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 14
"I'm coming after you I promise!" Roy assured the terrified red head, before she disappeared between the teleportation.
Gasping for air, Natasha shot right up from her bed, clutching her rose red sheet on the bed. The last two days Natasha has been having nightmares about the exercise that went wrong a few days ago. No one was faring well with the trauma, and Miss Martian was doing worse because she's technically responsible for it.
Hearing a small noise outside her door, she quickly threw fires at the door, which proved only to be a squeak within the flooring. Still trying t calm down, she put her right hand to her forehead, trying to block out the images of the exercise, only to find that there was sweat running along her face, combined with a tears threatening to escape her eyes. Refusing, she quickly shut them both, not allowing them to slip through.
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 13
"Tornado? did you-" Zatanna came on screen as the whole team watched several members of the league dissenegrate before their eyes.
"Yes. We saw. Celestial defenses have failed. Initiate all terrestrial measures."
"Affirmative. See you in the field." Zatanna responded, signing off.
"Red tornado, should we go out there?" natasha asked their den mother.
"I must join the League. We will protect the planet at all costs. But should we fail, the responsibility falls to you." He constructs the team, answering the red head.
"We stand ready." aqualad said.
Natasha then saw Robin put on the news after Red Tornado zeta-d out of the cave.
"Are they going to be able to take that t
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 12
"Pineapple juice?" Asks Captain Marvel
"Ahh. Just what the Doctor ordered." Wally replied, leaning back in his chair as he watched his teammates spar.
"Wally, you could at least like play soccer or something. Keep active. It's really bothering me to see someone so inactive," Natasha scolded her 'brother'.
"Do the words broken arm mean anything to you?" He asks, waving his arm in the air.
Her face looked hurt, which he registered immediately. He tried apologizing, but she waved him off to talk with M'gann. "Whatever"
"Good work, everyone" Black Canary commended the team. "In fact, it's been a very productive week."
"Yeah, for everyone except kid malingerer." Artemis pointed out.
"You could say that again" the fire hurdler muttered under her breath.
"Hey! Arm broken in combat against the Injustice League here." The speedster tried defending himself.
Chuckling, Black Canary told them, "I've really enjoyed being
What You Left Me WithYou tell me you love me
Day after day
The moment you reached for my hand
I put all the pieces together
And realized that
You were the one for me
I was terribly mistaken
You left me for one
Whose looks ensnared you
Like everyone else
I was standing there,
Left in the dust
Watching as my whole world
I would rather have
The pain of a bullet
To my broken soul
Then the pain that you
Left me with
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 11
"You know their a couple right?" Robin whispered to Aqualad after they had finished sparring.
"I believe I knew before they did" the atleantean said with a smile.
"Do we tell them?" Boy Wonder asked as the archer, speedster, and fire hurdler walked into the room.
"It is not our place"
"Hey guys, does Bats have a mission for us?" Natasha asked as they walked closer to the two boys.
"Unfortunately, no, but you wanna go a few rounds? No powers." Robin asked her.
"So if Zatarra's our babysitter of the week, why is he still here? And why is he eating my snacks?" Wally complained.
"Your not the only one who needs to eat wall-man!" Natasha mocked as she knocked Robin to the ground when Batman zeta-d into the cave.
"Computer, National News" the dark night commanded.
"The initial attack was short lived, but Metropolis was only granted a short repre. And despite the intervention of superman and the justice leag
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:Part 10
"Thanks, but no thanks" Wally spit out as Artemis's mentor handing them a bowl of food.
"Yea, what we want are answers about Red Tornado and his siblings." Robin told the archer, clenching his fists, demanding an explanation.
"Exactly!" Kid Flash supported. Green Arrow started to take the bowl away, but Wally rejected. "Leave the bowl."
"Really?" Natasha muttered to him, smiling.
"What? I have a fast metabolism!" He defended himself.
"During the Tapie mission with Red Arrow, Sportsmaster revealed the possibility of a mole within the team. And of lasts night attack, Tornado would appear to be the traitor. But whether he betrayed us willingly, or preprogrammed is still-" Aqualad told batman. But didn't get a chance to finish because Conner came hurdling at hi
My YJ OC Sparrow
Secret ID: Robbin Ivy Valdez
Affiliations: Joker, Harley Quinn, Bane
DOB: November 17, 1993
Nationality: Latino, Italian
Current residence: always moving w/brother but stays in Gotham
Eye color: dark brown
Hair color: jet black
Hair type: Straight with bangs
Skin color: Porcelain
Costume colors: Navy blue & black
Porcelain skin with black hair, and brown eyes. Has an S tattoo on her right upper arm. Tall, lean and is very strong. Has a scar above her collar bone from a knife before she got her powers and covers it with a 'v' black chocker.
Does whatever it takes to please her boss. Cares very deeply for her brother. Strong on the outside, but still sensitive to what her brother tells her. Cocky. Never runs from a fight unless her brother or ally is harmed.
"Come on brother, lets show them what pain real
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 9
"Great, this is like elementary school all over again," Natasha grunts, inspecting her tie. Looking over, she noticed Artemis was pulling at her skirt, it being too long.
The teens were back from their trip to California and they had to go back to school.
"Artemis? natasha? Hi! I'm Bette! Your new student leasions. Welcome to Gotham Academy" A blonde girl told them.
"Thanks. I'm Artemis, but you knew that" Artemis replied, but Natasha just nodded her head.
Then a short black haired boy came up to them and took a picture with them. "We'll laugh about this one day"
"Uh, who was that?" Artemis asked.
"A freshman. Ignore him." And the three girl walked off.
"Dick? What was that about?" said a small sweet voice with auburn hair.
"Nothing Barbara. Just being friendly to the new girls." Dick responded, looking at the photo and following her.
At the Cave
"Haha. Someone's jealous." Megan said as Spear bumped int
YJ:Rise of the Scarlette Torch:part 8
"Come on Natasha! You have nothing else better to do, and I don't think you want to spend all day here helping analyzing debris from yesterday's explosion now do you?" Artemis argued with Scorch.
"Fine! I'll spend the day with you guys." Natasha grumbled.
Smiling, Artemis said, "cool, I'll tell the guys!"
Sighing, Natasha grabbed clothes from her duffle bag. She changed into a red top that had orange straps on her neck with yellow designs at the bottom. She supported a black miniskirt with black Hightop converse. Knocking on the boys room, Wally opened the door and leaned to the side.
"That's hot! You hanging with us today?" Asked Wally, winking.
"You really wanna go down that road? After what happened yesterday? Really?" She challenged.
Lifting his hands in the air in defeat, he walked in the room, muttering "K hotstuff" Deserving him a flick of fire to his shirt, he tried to put out. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head to see Conner and Aqu
A Nail In My HeartIn my heart
There's a nail
Outside its core,
In my hand
There's a hammer
Leaving me a choice
To pull the nail free
Or leave it to rest
In the center of my soul.
And this nail
However deeply it stabs
Or loosely it traps
The litter of dreams
And hopes I've trapped inside,
Gathering them together
To be displayed like
A dying tribute
To a once loved species,
A once treasured creation,
Decides my fate
And traps my destiny.
And though I know the nail
Needs to be removed
To release my heart
Of its futile struggle
To hold a collection
Of dying memories,
Every time I feel the nail loosen
As I've grown to older,
Every time I grab that hammer
And smash it against
That obvious futilit
How To Show A Girl She Can Love HerselfWhen you see her cry
you get a rag,
a gentle delicate clothe
lovingly grasp her hand
and dab its tip
to dry each tear as they come
and ask each drop
why it'd leave
such beautiful eyes.
If she wishes
to be in the sky
Tell her to go
Take the sun ransom
And replace it in the sky
So you can see her every morning
and plead for her
To return each night.
When you see her scars
gently like you might
caress the broken wing
Of a dove
and remind her
that for every hurt
that she's survived
has only made her
that much more unique
that much stronger.
Show her that she is worthy of love
That she deserves the love
she fears to give...
show her so that
one day after you're
apollo, i am not for salestitch a pitch perfect sonnet of
into the infinity
of my ear canal. i
have a storm inside
me but no beaufort
scale, oh how i beg
to be impaled
with less appreciation
conviction; i am no
land and you
are a bulimic seeking
from the twenty one guns
at my unseen funeral.
only hope and Hecuba. feast
on my peace with me.
on my sermons
of affection, the ones
branded into my
chest with the sizzle
of experience. feast on my
numbness and this
raffleticket roll you received
and second-third-seventieth thoughts,
of exhuming my heart
and taping it back
into my spine.
(perhaps with a softer
tenant inside, from
each of my vertebrae
will come a spine that will not -
cannot - break)
feast on this hidden
feast on my will to
take all the things
you can only
you must give
back to me
of my civil war;
and mine. perhaps
someday you may
I'm having a bad day, I'm having a bad few years
inside I'm shouting loud but no one hears
I'm dying to tell you - can't you see
that all this anger is killing me
but it's a waste of breath
I give in - pain is all I have left
driven by revenge I want nothing but death
in life makes me think you are like the rest
my heart is bleeding in my chest
And no one notices in my case
so I pull away to a quiet place
'cause I'm tired of looking alright
I'm tired of smiling and saying I'm fine
Will you stand by my side?
with who are you allied?
'cause I wanna heal and be myself
I don't wanna feel like someone else
But I'm slowly fading
consumed by emotions - they've taken
the best of me, and happiness has forsaken
my dreams, my heart
it's taken my spark
cold and dark
trying to leave behind the past
I'm searching for an end
I hold out my hands - I'm not going to pretend
that life is easy
I'm hurting every day believe me!
MeanI used to live a normal, happy life.
I used to go outside almost all the time.
Until one day…
“He” showed up.
His name is Randal.
A lot of people spread rumours about him.
Some say that he came from the depths of Hell.
Others say that he’s the son of Satan himself.
At first I thought that was a bunch of trash.
But I quickly learned that those rumours might have been true.
For the first 3 weeks, he punished me for every little error he thought I did.
After the 3 weeks were over, I asked him a simple question:
“Why are you so mean?
What have I ever done to deserve such a fate as this?”
He only smiled and laughed at me.
He was never the big talker.
He always let his fists and feet do the talking for him.
Why do you have to be this way?
Is it something that I did?
Was it the way that I drank my water?
Or was it the angle that I flicked my clothes out at?
Those people were right about you.
You truly ARE the son of Satan.
Passage of the Years Dear Titanic, beautiful sister of mine,
I can barely believe it. Today marks the one-hundred and second year you have been the unwilling patron of the sandy sea-floor. One-hundred and two years.... What is it like? It must be so very dark. So very cold. So very lonely... I cannot even imagine how lonely you are. There is no one to keep you company. No one except the 1,500 souls that died with you, that is. Do you still hear their voices echoing within your halls? Do you still hear the disconnected laughter that only spirits of the dead can provide? What is it like? You are falling apart more and more. The sickle of time is having her way
Oh the things I wishStress
Run away to Neverland I must
Free from horror
Free from hell
Free from the devils
Oh the things I wish
A throne of my own
Peaceful music played in the air
Live like a king
Just for the day
There's A Knock On The Front DoorI heard a knock on the front door,
and I thought it was my soldier,
but it was only a letter
that didn't have a sender;
just an handwritten letter
left by my front door.
There comes a moment in life
where the glass ceiling crumbles and cracks
under the weight of a summer storm,
where the beauty of the world
fades to black and white and gray
as you stare off into the distance
too numb to think
and too shocked to question why.
When everything boils down to a moment -
when your past and your future
collide with each other
and obliterate the present,
when the things you had taken for granted
and you're just left with an empty shell,
a blank easel with no paper to draw on,
while paint is being thrown left and right
but you're untouchable,
just you, pure and white,
yet blacker than the ash you walk on,
the remnants of the explosion
that broke your heart and soul and mind.
That is the feeling
when there's a knock on the front door
and you think that it is your
So ColdDo you know what you are, Michael?
You are cruel, callous
You claim you are creative
But clearly you cannot be
For you are just cringe-worthy and crass
Worst of all
You are cold
You are so cold that your heart is frozen to its core
You are so cold that your crisp soul chills the world around you
You are cold
You cannot deny it
I am cold
Let me tell you how cold I am
I am as cold as the frost on your window
You would gaze at it wondering what it was
When really it was nothing but a simple pattern of fractals
You added the mystery not I
I am as cold as snow
In a young boy's hand
Clumped into a ball as he throws it to his companion
Whom reciprocates the gesture
As it unfolds into a great battle of primal urges
But of course they see it as nothing more than fun and games
I am as cold as a cliche milkshake completely filled to brim
With two straws for two lovers who care too much
I am as cold as a Winter's lake ice
I may be thick but it is in this that I casually protect on-com
To This DayAnd if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself,
Get a better mirror
Look a little closer
Stare a little longer
Because there's something inside you that made you keep trying
Despite everyone who told you to quit
You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself
You signed it
THEY WERE WRONG!
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