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 によって 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 通り, ストリート lamp and headed on his way. As he passed によって 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 もっと見る 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 あなた 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 発言しました I was fifteen.”
“But あなた 発言しました 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 あなた might need もっと見る 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 によって 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 通り, ストリート lamp and headed on his way. As he passed によって 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 もっと見る 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 あなた 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 発言しました I was fifteen.”
“But あなた 発言しました 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 あなた might need もっと見る than he does.”
Name: Elizabeth Rose West
Alias: Flame (it's also her nickname that a lot of people call her)
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Personality: Flame is bright, brave, and bold. She has a lot of energy and loves to explore, also likes to have fun.
History: Her parents disappeared when she was younger and took care of herself until Wally found her and took her into his family and made her his foster sister.
Description: She has brown hair that is usually kept in a braid. Flame prefers her hair to be loose. Her eyes are green (the Phoenix she took care of had green eyes)
Power: is the fairy of the 火災, 火 phoenix
Other: Best フレンズ with Robin, she owns a pet カメ named Star. Flame sometimes gets herself into trouble if she doesn't listen to orders 与えられた to her. She met Robin on the 日 that the team formed. The two became close friends.
You are hereby required and invited to attend her royal Highness,
Princess Rebecca Uccello Alvers' grand ball.
In honor of her royal birth 日付 of eighteen years.
Arrangements have been made in honor of your arrival.
An escort is ready to welcome あなた
to our kingdom. As our honored guests, あなた are permitted,
but not required, to bring one guest.
In high hopes and regards, with sincerest wishes, we hope あなた will attend.
Her Imperial Highness,
クイーン Minerva Alvers.