I was sitting in my room, strumming my guitarra when there was a knock on my door. I groaned. Can't they all just leave me alone?! I'm in no mood to deal with them! I opened the door and found a surprise.
“Terror!”
“Hi Bec. Listen, I have to do something to get this feeling out. Will tu help me?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks. tu can play acoustic right?”
“Yep. Prefer electric but I can deal for you.”
“Kay. Let's go.”
I followed Terror out the door and followed him towards the same room I had helped him and Blade get together. I really hoped that, this time, we wouldn't be disturbed. Because if anyone else heard this, they would be as broken as Terror and myself.
“Kay. I'm gonna get the paino ready.”
I nodded at him and picked up the acoustic guitar. I started to tune it, listening as Terror played something on the piano. I was feeling so bad. Terror was like my brother. I was very protective of him whenever he was broken. What I had done to Bloodmist was proof enough. But I just couldn't let Terror become anymore broken than he was. If I did, I feared he would fall to pieces. I brought my mind back to earth as a few tears fell from my eyes. I turned my head and went back to what I was doing before.
“You ready?” Terror asked.
“Yeah.”
I listened to the tune of the song. Ah crap! I knew this song! And I could tell I was going to cry before it was over. But I went along. For Terror.
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what tu say
But I just can't make a sound
tu tell me that tu need me
Then tu go and cut me down
But wait...
tu tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say...
When it was over and Terror had stopped, tears were running down my face. I couldn't help it. I never really showed emotion unless I loved the person to death. There were very few I ever cried in front of. One más had just been added to that list. I put the guitarra down, covering my eyes with my hands. I felt strong arms surround me.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
I just shook my head.
“I-It's n-not your f-fault!”
Now I was stuttering. But Terror was never this full of emotion. I couldn't help myself! His voice had sounded so perfect yet so broken. He hadn't faltered and he was the one consoling me! He hadn't even shed a tear the entire time!
“W-why aren't y-you crying?” I asked, curious.
“Got no más tears left. Can't cry without tears.”
I just nodded and let myself be held. I swear Terror. If Blade doesn't come back to you, I'll find someone who will amor tu to no end.
“Terror!”
“Hi Bec. Listen, I have to do something to get this feeling out. Will tu help me?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks. tu can play acoustic right?”
“Yep. Prefer electric but I can deal for you.”
“Kay. Let's go.”
I followed Terror out the door and followed him towards the same room I had helped him and Blade get together. I really hoped that, this time, we wouldn't be disturbed. Because if anyone else heard this, they would be as broken as Terror and myself.
“Kay. I'm gonna get the paino ready.”
I nodded at him and picked up the acoustic guitar. I started to tune it, listening as Terror played something on the piano. I was feeling so bad. Terror was like my brother. I was very protective of him whenever he was broken. What I had done to Bloodmist was proof enough. But I just couldn't let Terror become anymore broken than he was. If I did, I feared he would fall to pieces. I brought my mind back to earth as a few tears fell from my eyes. I turned my head and went back to what I was doing before.
“You ready?” Terror asked.
“Yeah.”
I listened to the tune of the song. Ah crap! I knew this song! And I could tell I was going to cry before it was over. But I went along. For Terror.
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what tu say
But I just can't make a sound
tu tell me that tu need me
Then tu go and cut me down
But wait...
tu tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say...
When it was over and Terror had stopped, tears were running down my face. I couldn't help it. I never really showed emotion unless I loved the person to death. There were very few I ever cried in front of. One más had just been added to that list. I put the guitarra down, covering my eyes with my hands. I felt strong arms surround me.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
I just shook my head.
“I-It's n-not your f-fault!”
Now I was stuttering. But Terror was never this full of emotion. I couldn't help myself! His voice had sounded so perfect yet so broken. He hadn't faltered and he was the one consoling me! He hadn't even shed a tear the entire time!
“W-why aren't y-you crying?” I asked, curious.
“Got no más tears left. Can't cry without tears.”
I just nodded and let myself be held. I swear Terror. If Blade doesn't come back to you, I'll find someone who will amor tu to no end.
Prologue to Chapter Nine- "The Beginning of más Troubles"
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The mostrar is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up por security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On parte superior, arriba of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if tu can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The mostrar is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up por security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On parte superior, arriba of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if tu can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
“When we take revenge against another, we lose some of our innocence”, that’s what they tell me. So I guess I lost all of my innocence. Oh well, I lost it early, might as well have gotten rid of it. See people throw misceláneo frases everywhere, a lot of them don’t seem to apply to me.
“When tu get knocked down, pick yourself up and brush yourself off,” I pull the legs of the person who pushed me, bringing them down too.
“It takes 42 muscles to frown, 17 to smile, and 4 to puñetazo, ponche the person,” And it only takes 4 más to snap their necks.
Catch my drift? Good.
My name is Agony
And this is my story.
“When tu get knocked down, pick yourself up and brush yourself off,” I pull the legs of the person who pushed me, bringing them down too.
“It takes 42 muscles to frown, 17 to smile, and 4 to puñetazo, ponche the person,” And it only takes 4 más to snap their necks.
Catch my drift? Good.
My name is Agony
And this is my story.