anterior parts (I finally named the series to keep it organized because duh):
pt 1: link
pt 1.5: link
Deals After Midnight
Only pools of moonlight streaming down from the clerestory windows offered guidance down the long hallway. Callaghan's boots clicked loudly against the polished floors, making him tense at every step. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the whisper of air that signaled movement to his right.
"Fancy meetin' tu here," purred the feral cat that had materialized por his aide.
"What do tu want, Casey?"
"I just wanted to ensure my favorito! big brother returned with his prize...which I see tu have not."
Callaghan stopped abruptly at the pleased tone. He turned a glare down at the thin, younger man at his side. The scrutinized brother raised in chin as if that could make up for his lack in height. The carefully slicked back hair black as oil to match the carefully pressed button up camisa, camiseta tucked into ironed slacks. All to make up for the ghoulish corazón that rested in the young warlock's chest.
"What's that?" Casey asked suddenly. His burgundy red eyes, glowing in the moonlight, seemed to have only just taken in the honda keeping the other's bandaged right arm close to his chest.
"What does it look like?"
"I thought tu were taking Laelaps and the lobos with tu for protection."
"What do tu care?"
He continued his march down the dark hall. Casey seemed to cower back into the shadows, but Cal knew the younger would remain within ear shot of the lecture he was about to receive.
On the other side of the oak doors at the end of the hall was a large room cluttered por lanterns and papers. Glass figurines and perfume bottles shared shelf el espacio with thick volumes and journals. The escritorio was worse. The oak surface, cut from the same árbol as the doors, was cluttered with pens and papers atop an unfolded map of the Eastern hemisphere.
The first thing Callaghan noticed upon entrance was the occupant of the velvet duvet against the western wall. Her aceituna, oliva skin shone in the soft lantern light like oil o sweat. That body was completely bare aside from black ink tatuajes and a variety of twinkling earrings. A ruby adorned each plump breast to draw attention there. The woman winked at Callaghan over her long stem pipe. The young man attempted to ignore the entertainer as he faced the man who had summoned him as soon as he had returned from him quest to Italy.
"Must I really demand an explanation?" the warlock sitting behind the escritorio inquired without lifting his eyes from his book.
"I was caught off guard, but things are under control."
"I warned tu that the mission may become dangerous. It's not my fault tu refuse to head warning." Wilhelm Magnus let his book fall onto the desk. His sleeked back hair resembled that of the sly cat that had taunted Callaghan in the hallway, except his was touched por grey and longer at the nape. Magnus rested his elbows on the escritorio and gazed at the young man before nodding to the imágenes on the table. They depicted bloody horrors of men and women, some cut to pieces por gunfire and other slices open por a knife. "We were right about both of them then. The same killer instincts as their father. The boy ripped right through my favorito! mercenaries. And his sister..."
"It's my fault. I should have been más careful."
"Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll have the scars to remember your fault. Meanwhile Casey is eager for a turn at the princess. His methods may be...uncouth, but surely much más affective."
"No!" Callaghan froze at how loud his voice came out. He straightened his back and attempted to restrain himself. "I just need más time. The princess was interested in my offer."
"Oh yes, I can tell por the way she dislocated your shoulder and tore your arm open with her claws."
"You can't give her to Casey. She's just a child!"
"Then I suppose it's inappropriate for tu to get that look in your eyes when tu think of her."
Cal clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring, and turned to leave.
"You have not been dismissed, Callaghan Rurik." He stopped at the tone of the superior warlock. Wilhelm sighed and sat back in his chair. The multicolored coronation on the breast of his faded red capa was suddenly exposed, a symbol of a revolution from long ago. "Your compassion reminds me greatly of your mother. Honestly, I thought tu would have defected to return to her side por now, but the fact that tu haven't shows a loyalty I greatly appreciate. For that reason, tu may continue with your method a while longer. But don't take too long, o else it'll be Casey's turn to try to...convince her."
The naked woman lounging on the sofá had grown bored of her pipe and sauntered over to drape herself across her master's lap behind the desk. Magnus's attention was immediately diverted to the beautiful harlot and waved a hand in dismissal.
Cal nodded and quickly opened the door to leave, feeling a sickness in the pit of his stomach. "Thank tu for your graciousness, father," he ground out between his clenched teeth before letting the heavy door fall shut behind him. He strode swiftly back down the dark hall. In a few feet his boots were pounding across the marble flooring as he sprinted out of the corridor, the ghastly cackle of a feral cat hot on his heels.
pt 1: link
pt 1.5: link
Deals After Midnight
Only pools of moonlight streaming down from the clerestory windows offered guidance down the long hallway. Callaghan's boots clicked loudly against the polished floors, making him tense at every step. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the whisper of air that signaled movement to his right.
"Fancy meetin' tu here," purred the feral cat that had materialized por his aide.
"What do tu want, Casey?"
"I just wanted to ensure my favorito! big brother returned with his prize...which I see tu have not."
Callaghan stopped abruptly at the pleased tone. He turned a glare down at the thin, younger man at his side. The scrutinized brother raised in chin as if that could make up for his lack in height. The carefully slicked back hair black as oil to match the carefully pressed button up camisa, camiseta tucked into ironed slacks. All to make up for the ghoulish corazón that rested in the young warlock's chest.
"What's that?" Casey asked suddenly. His burgundy red eyes, glowing in the moonlight, seemed to have only just taken in the honda keeping the other's bandaged right arm close to his chest.
"What does it look like?"
"I thought tu were taking Laelaps and the lobos with tu for protection."
"What do tu care?"
He continued his march down the dark hall. Casey seemed to cower back into the shadows, but Cal knew the younger would remain within ear shot of the lecture he was about to receive.
On the other side of the oak doors at the end of the hall was a large room cluttered por lanterns and papers. Glass figurines and perfume bottles shared shelf el espacio with thick volumes and journals. The escritorio was worse. The oak surface, cut from the same árbol as the doors, was cluttered with pens and papers atop an unfolded map of the Eastern hemisphere.
The first thing Callaghan noticed upon entrance was the occupant of the velvet duvet against the western wall. Her aceituna, oliva skin shone in the soft lantern light like oil o sweat. That body was completely bare aside from black ink tatuajes and a variety of twinkling earrings. A ruby adorned each plump breast to draw attention there. The woman winked at Callaghan over her long stem pipe. The young man attempted to ignore the entertainer as he faced the man who had summoned him as soon as he had returned from him quest to Italy.
"Must I really demand an explanation?" the warlock sitting behind the escritorio inquired without lifting his eyes from his book.
"I was caught off guard, but things are under control."
"I warned tu that the mission may become dangerous. It's not my fault tu refuse to head warning." Wilhelm Magnus let his book fall onto the desk. His sleeked back hair resembled that of the sly cat that had taunted Callaghan in the hallway, except his was touched por grey and longer at the nape. Magnus rested his elbows on the escritorio and gazed at the young man before nodding to the imágenes on the table. They depicted bloody horrors of men and women, some cut to pieces por gunfire and other slices open por a knife. "We were right about both of them then. The same killer instincts as their father. The boy ripped right through my favorito! mercenaries. And his sister..."
"It's my fault. I should have been más careful."
"Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll have the scars to remember your fault. Meanwhile Casey is eager for a turn at the princess. His methods may be...uncouth, but surely much más affective."
"No!" Callaghan froze at how loud his voice came out. He straightened his back and attempted to restrain himself. "I just need más time. The princess was interested in my offer."
"Oh yes, I can tell por the way she dislocated your shoulder and tore your arm open with her claws."
"You can't give her to Casey. She's just a child!"
"Then I suppose it's inappropriate for tu to get that look in your eyes when tu think of her."
Cal clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring, and turned to leave.
"You have not been dismissed, Callaghan Rurik." He stopped at the tone of the superior warlock. Wilhelm sighed and sat back in his chair. The multicolored coronation on the breast of his faded red capa was suddenly exposed, a symbol of a revolution from long ago. "Your compassion reminds me greatly of your mother. Honestly, I thought tu would have defected to return to her side por now, but the fact that tu haven't shows a loyalty I greatly appreciate. For that reason, tu may continue with your method a while longer. But don't take too long, o else it'll be Casey's turn to try to...convince her."
The naked woman lounging on the sofá had grown bored of her pipe and sauntered over to drape herself across her master's lap behind the desk. Magnus's attention was immediately diverted to the beautiful harlot and waved a hand in dismissal.
Cal nodded and quickly opened the door to leave, feeling a sickness in the pit of his stomach. "Thank tu for your graciousness, father," he ground out between his clenched teeth before letting the heavy door fall shut behind him. He strode swiftly back down the dark hall. In a few feet his boots were pounding across the marble flooring as he sprinted out of the corridor, the ghastly cackle of a feral cat hot on his heels.
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling siguiente to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistolas at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling siguiente to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistolas at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
Age: About to be 15 but is actually one year
Appearance: Shoulder length black hair. Pale skin black eyes.
Personality: straightforward, acts in a snap. Offensive and defensive. Loving and likes to have fun
Powers: Controls water and fire. Flight por wings. Shape shift to lobo and Tiger.
Uses: Guns, Swords. Hand to hand combat.
BackGround:
Abandoned at Imperial Church, Alana was left with a growth serum, a note from her mother, and a picture of her mother.
The sisters of the IC took her in, and did like the note said.Once Alana was about to turn one she was dado the serum, and she jumped ages quickly.
The note dicho that she was her mother's legacy.
And the note told her to to find the boy with white hair to explain to her what she must know.
((She is the daughter of two former YJ members.
Her grandparents are from her mothers side that created JLA.
Take your guesses.))