The young blonde boy stared at the ground, wallowing in his depression, as the kids around him played games with each other, leaving him alone on the empty oscilación sets. For as long as he knew, the other kids shunned him, called him names, and stayed away from the blonde kid known as Satan's son. For más than 8 years, he's experienced it all.
"Get away from me, tu demon!"
"You don't belong here, o anywhere!"
"Freak!"
A group of boys began carefully approaching him, but he continued to watch the ground. The one in front spoke first. "Hey, freak."
No reply.
"What, someone cut your tongue out for being an idiot?" The other three boys laughed at this, but the blonde child remained silent, still staring at the ground. "Hey, I'm talking to you, trash. tu don't want to ignore me." The leader grabbed the blonde por the neck of his shirt, but he continued to stay silent. "I dicho I'm talking to you." Still receiving no reply, the kid growled and threw a punch, which connected with the blonde's face.
Not a sound was made.
The leader scoffed and tossed him, sending the blonde kid tumbling through the swings and onto the dirt. He picked himself up and sat back on the swings, continuing to stare at the ground. The leader gave his pack a wave, and they all began picking up stones.
"HEY!" a feminine voice shouted from afar.
Before the blonde could register what was happening, a young girl stood between him and the group of boys, her arms outstretched to either side to shield the boy from further harm. "And just what are tu doing, girlie?" a large boy from the pack growled. "Get out of the way." She stood her ground, eyes flashing with anger. "And what, let tu torment this kid?" The large kid stepped up and walked up to the girl. His breath reeked of sweets, but he towered over her. A large grin plastered itself on his face. "Look, we're just havin' a little fun with the dumba- boy here. Isn't that right, bud?"
No reply.
The girl crossed her arms and stared into the large boy's eyes, daring him to try anything else. "Go choke on a chocolate bar, Billy. o lose a couple pounds. I swear those tremors we had a few days hace were from tu getting off your butt and walking to your refrigerator." A few chuckles emitted from the pack of boys, but Billy remained his ground, his face red with anger. "Or what, sissy? tu gonna stop me and the gang from messin' up the kid's face here?" The three other boys smirked as they knew they had the number advantage. But the girl also gave a tiny smirk. "Yeah, I think I will."
The pack laughed.
"You-you've got to be kidding! Hahaha!" Billy managed to get out as he laughed. "You and what army? Ahahahaha!" But she continued to give them a smirk. "Well..."
"Get away from me, tu demon!"
"You don't belong here, o anywhere!"
"Freak!"
A group of boys began carefully approaching him, but he continued to watch the ground. The one in front spoke first. "Hey, freak."
No reply.
"What, someone cut your tongue out for being an idiot?" The other three boys laughed at this, but the blonde child remained silent, still staring at the ground. "Hey, I'm talking to you, trash. tu don't want to ignore me." The leader grabbed the blonde por the neck of his shirt, but he continued to stay silent. "I dicho I'm talking to you." Still receiving no reply, the kid growled and threw a punch, which connected with the blonde's face.
Not a sound was made.
The leader scoffed and tossed him, sending the blonde kid tumbling through the swings and onto the dirt. He picked himself up and sat back on the swings, continuing to stare at the ground. The leader gave his pack a wave, and they all began picking up stones.
"HEY!" a feminine voice shouted from afar.
Before the blonde could register what was happening, a young girl stood between him and the group of boys, her arms outstretched to either side to shield the boy from further harm. "And just what are tu doing, girlie?" a large boy from the pack growled. "Get out of the way." She stood her ground, eyes flashing with anger. "And what, let tu torment this kid?" The large kid stepped up and walked up to the girl. His breath reeked of sweets, but he towered over her. A large grin plastered itself on his face. "Look, we're just havin' a little fun with the dumba- boy here. Isn't that right, bud?"
No reply.
The girl crossed her arms and stared into the large boy's eyes, daring him to try anything else. "Go choke on a chocolate bar, Billy. o lose a couple pounds. I swear those tremors we had a few days hace were from tu getting off your butt and walking to your refrigerator." A few chuckles emitted from the pack of boys, but Billy remained his ground, his face red with anger. "Or what, sissy? tu gonna stop me and the gang from messin' up the kid's face here?" The three other boys smirked as they knew they had the number advantage. But the girl also gave a tiny smirk. "Yeah, I think I will."
The pack laughed.
"You-you've got to be kidding! Hahaha!" Billy managed to get out as he laughed. "You and what army? Ahahahaha!" But she continued to give them a smirk. "Well..."
Daily Episode
día Forty-One:
Static Shock Episode Eleven: "Replay"
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Summary:
While battling a meta-human capable of duplicating himself, a freak accident permits Replay to make a copy of Static. The doppelgänger ruins Static's name. The entire city declares Static to be public enemy number one, while the real Static fights to restore his good name.
Gonna be busy all day, so I decided to go ahead and put this out. It's sad, really. When tu think about most of these villains...
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día Forty-One:
Static Shock Episode Eleven: "Replay"
Link: link
Summary:
While battling a meta-human capable of duplicating himself, a freak accident permits Replay to make a copy of Static. The doppelgänger ruins Static's name. The entire city declares Static to be public enemy number one, while the real Static fights to restore his good name.
Gonna be busy all day, so I decided to go ahead and put this out. It's sad, really. When tu think about most of these villains...
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Revenche Costume
Arcineh
This charrie goes por the name Jenson King. Overly-gelled black hair to match his green eyes, this kid could be a Greaser, I swear. When he gets angry, o his body is put under a large amount of stress, he has the ability to retreat into the form of a black leopard. Even when in human form, his cat-like eyes and fangs give him night-vision, and an unusual taste for catnip. Jenson's past remains a secret, even to him. His earliest memory is waking up in the middle of the jungle at age twelve, only to be taken to civilization por tourists. He enjoyed old, classic streetfighting games, hence his Greaser appearance. At age sixteen, he traveled to America, and joined the team. Knowing más Hindi than English, he often just sits in the rafters and watches everyone.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to escritura them, so, patience.
This biography has many sketchy points, and most of my biographies will, until I'm used to escritura them, so, patience.
