Never Alone IV- Kidnapped
"The boss 'il be happy to see tu again, little princess," the goon continued. SilverWings altered her footing slightly, shifting her wieght. "He was not happy when tu escaped us. That Key is a very valuable piece of equipment that we would like back. Why don't tu come with us- gaaaaw!"
The man let out an ear busting bellow as Silver bit into the meaty hand covering her mouth. She tasted a rush of salty blood flow from the wound before she released the hand. The goon immediately pulled away and Silver whisked around, grabbing the Glock from his hand in a rápido, swift motion.
The goon's eyes widened as his gaze traveled from his bleeding hand to the young girl standing in front of him, holding the hand gun steadily.He was the same henchmen from only a few nights before. Half his face was graffitied with scars and patches of permanently charred skin. He had somehow been healed extremely quickly from Nic's fireball, though not well.
Looking up slightly, Silver saw her partner lounging in the window-sill, watching with a slight smile on his lips. The goon hadn't even caught sight of Thirteen as he had examined the trial. Now he nodded and looked down inside the warehouse, calling the all-clear to Immunity, then looked back to Silver, a smile playing on his lips.
The smile suddenly fell, replaced por a panicked expression. "Silver," he yelled. A shot rang out in the air and Thirteen dropped back into the warehouse.
"Thirteen," Silver screamed. A muscular arm wrapped around her torso, swinging her around so that the gun in her hands pointed an no-one. A strong hand gripped her wrist and a flash of pain seized her entire arm, causing her to drop the hand gun.
Silver thrashed widly, struggling to escape the death grip, but it proved useless. The new opponent only squeezed harder until she was forced to stop struggling, leaving her gasping for air.
"Hold still," the man holding her ordered, loosening his hold enough for SilverWings to gulp in a lungful of air. "Mantle, get your gun."
The first goon with the damaged face came into her view and picked the Glock off the ground. He glared at the girl before looking up at the window. "Did tu hit her friend?" he asked.
"Of course," Silver's holder dicho with a chuckle. "Knocked that Tom-cat right off his perch." Enraged, she discharged another hail of kicks on the goon holding her. With a furious roar, he threw her on the ground.
Silver got on her hands and knees, ready to launch herself back at them, but she was yanked up por her hair and onto her feet. She whimpered as another gun came to her head, but this time it whacked her in the skull, causing her vision to blur.
"How could this girl be such an issue?" the third goon holding her said. Silver began to wonder in her haze just how many of the Magistrate's henchmen were lurking in the marsh. He moved her into view of the warehouse wall, pushed his face siguiente to her ear, and whispered, "One más rebellious mover from you, and your gray-matter will be the new paint on this shack." He pushed the weapon into her head. With a whimper, Silver went limp, ceasing her fighting. "Good girl." He began to pull her toward the river, his hand wrapped in her hair and the Glock at her head.
"This brat has just as much buck in her as that winged magget in the cage," Mantel muttered tersely.
The man holding Silver hauled her behind the warehouse to a dock that led through the weeds and into the water. He led her to the only occupant of the pier, a esquife, skiff bobbing on the swells, pulling against the rope that anchored it to a wood post.
Once the henchman had her aboard he forced her down into a asiento and sat across from her, pointing the muzzle of his gun at her.
"Tie her up," he ordered. Mantel came reached for her and she snapped out with her teeth and he flinched. "Don't touch me, tu filthy brigand," she growled.
"And get something to keep her quiet, it's a long ride to the boss."
"The boss 'il be happy to see tu again, little princess," the goon continued. SilverWings altered her footing slightly, shifting her wieght. "He was not happy when tu escaped us. That Key is a very valuable piece of equipment that we would like back. Why don't tu come with us- gaaaaw!"
The man let out an ear busting bellow as Silver bit into the meaty hand covering her mouth. She tasted a rush of salty blood flow from the wound before she released the hand. The goon immediately pulled away and Silver whisked around, grabbing the Glock from his hand in a rápido, swift motion.
The goon's eyes widened as his gaze traveled from his bleeding hand to the young girl standing in front of him, holding the hand gun steadily.He was the same henchmen from only a few nights before. Half his face was graffitied with scars and patches of permanently charred skin. He had somehow been healed extremely quickly from Nic's fireball, though not well.
Looking up slightly, Silver saw her partner lounging in the window-sill, watching with a slight smile on his lips. The goon hadn't even caught sight of Thirteen as he had examined the trial. Now he nodded and looked down inside the warehouse, calling the all-clear to Immunity, then looked back to Silver, a smile playing on his lips.
The smile suddenly fell, replaced por a panicked expression. "Silver," he yelled. A shot rang out in the air and Thirteen dropped back into the warehouse.
"Thirteen," Silver screamed. A muscular arm wrapped around her torso, swinging her around so that the gun in her hands pointed an no-one. A strong hand gripped her wrist and a flash of pain seized her entire arm, causing her to drop the hand gun.
Silver thrashed widly, struggling to escape the death grip, but it proved useless. The new opponent only squeezed harder until she was forced to stop struggling, leaving her gasping for air.
"Hold still," the man holding her ordered, loosening his hold enough for SilverWings to gulp in a lungful of air. "Mantle, get your gun."
The first goon with the damaged face came into her view and picked the Glock off the ground. He glared at the girl before looking up at the window. "Did tu hit her friend?" he asked.
"Of course," Silver's holder dicho with a chuckle. "Knocked that Tom-cat right off his perch." Enraged, she discharged another hail of kicks on the goon holding her. With a furious roar, he threw her on the ground.
Silver got on her hands and knees, ready to launch herself back at them, but she was yanked up por her hair and onto her feet. She whimpered as another gun came to her head, but this time it whacked her in the skull, causing her vision to blur.
"How could this girl be such an issue?" the third goon holding her said. Silver began to wonder in her haze just how many of the Magistrate's henchmen were lurking in the marsh. He moved her into view of the warehouse wall, pushed his face siguiente to her ear, and whispered, "One más rebellious mover from you, and your gray-matter will be the new paint on this shack." He pushed the weapon into her head. With a whimper, Silver went limp, ceasing her fighting. "Good girl." He began to pull her toward the river, his hand wrapped in her hair and the Glock at her head.
"This brat has just as much buck in her as that winged magget in the cage," Mantel muttered tersely.
The man holding Silver hauled her behind the warehouse to a dock that led through the weeds and into the water. He led her to the only occupant of the pier, a esquife, skiff bobbing on the swells, pulling against the rope that anchored it to a wood post.
Once the henchman had her aboard he forced her down into a asiento and sat across from her, pointing the muzzle of his gun at her.
"Tie her up," he ordered. Mantel came reached for her and she snapped out with her teeth and he flinched. "Don't touch me, tu filthy brigand," she growled.
"And get something to keep her quiet, it's a long ride to the boss."
I watch tu stand,
tu enjoy,
tu spinn my head,
I know your name, Roy.
tu cant hide,
I will find you,
A guy like you, should wear a warning.
I can see tu now,
I can see tu there,
Watching me,
But maybe, i dont care.
Your red hair,
Your eyes i can watch,
tu amor me,
Kick it up a notch?
Babe tu cant have me,
I like to play hard to get,
tu cant catch me,
I'll take my chance, its a bet.
I slip through tu fingers everytime,
I kiss your lips,
I run through your hair,
With my finger tips.
And as my tohuge touched you,
I stood on the ledge, and fell back,
tu try to catch,
But i slipp through.
Your face is stone cold,
But i know your mourning,
A guy like you,
Should wear a warning.
tu enjoy,
tu spinn my head,
I know your name, Roy.
tu cant hide,
I will find you,
A guy like you, should wear a warning.
I can see tu now,
I can see tu there,
Watching me,
But maybe, i dont care.
Your red hair,
Your eyes i can watch,
tu amor me,
Kick it up a notch?
Babe tu cant have me,
I like to play hard to get,
tu cant catch me,
I'll take my chance, its a bet.
I slip through tu fingers everytime,
I kiss your lips,
I run through your hair,
With my finger tips.
And as my tohuge touched you,
I stood on the ledge, and fell back,
tu try to catch,
But i slipp through.
Your face is stone cold,
But i know your mourning,
A guy like you,
Should wear a warning.
I'm standing, i'm hiding,
tu can't see me, invisible,
But i'm fighting.
I'm fighting on the inside,
I'm fighting with my heart,
tu see me, whole,
But I know,
I'm falling, falling,
Apart.
Memories are going,
We are fighting, on the rooftop,
Close to falling, way up high,
Our silhouettes, shadows for,
The night sky.
You're tired, as am I
But one must win,
We won't give up,
Fighting, in pain, I
must end,
Now cry.
You've won, that's fine,
But tu take pity, forget the fight,
tu helped me, tu saved me,
Gave me my light.
tu can't see me, invisible,
But i'm fighting.
I'm fighting on the inside,
I'm fighting with my heart,
tu see me, whole,
But I know,
I'm falling, falling,
Apart.
Memories are going,
We are fighting, on the rooftop,
Close to falling, way up high,
Our silhouettes, shadows for,
The night sky.
You're tired, as am I
But one must win,
We won't give up,
Fighting, in pain, I
must end,
Now cry.
You've won, that's fine,
But tu take pity, forget the fight,
tu helped me, tu saved me,
Gave me my light.
OK so I finally finished my story for Young Justice! it's called Birds Of A Feather and if tu haven't seen my articulo for it already before I wrote it check out my page and it will be under favoritos so everyone can find it!
I believe I wrote this story in one night and half a día and it is long and well written (in my opinion) please check it out! It is on my quizilla account LunariAssain 1 but here is the link to the story!
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Thank tu and have a nice day!
I believe I wrote this story in one night and half a día and it is long and well written (in my opinion) please check it out! It is on my quizilla account LunariAssain 1 but here is the link to the story!
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Thank tu and have a nice day!