SPIN!!!!!!

*Giggle* Sorry Writer, I had too!






"Okay! Places everyone, chop chop!" The Director said(this time, its a real director, not the creepy lady.) clapping her hands, holding a script in between her torso and arm.
"And in 5...4...3...2..." Lights flashed on, I was in the middle of a small kitchen, standing over a small counter, with a blender, fuego extinguisher, a bag of nails, and a stack of balonga. I had a motorcycle helmet, and on delantal on.
"Herro people!" I said, waving, inside of the cycle casco I was smiling, the glass wasnt tinted, so tu could see my face.
"Okay, so tu see here, a stack...

This articulo has been in my Drafts section for TOOOO long.
To keep note this is what I originally wanted Shadow to be when I first got introduced to this "OC club thingy". But since I thought about the character I thought it was just "Not modern".
I don't know if this should be made into a different person o what, your choice. (write in comentarios please!)
I just wanted tu to see it 'cause from memory, it took me AGES to make her.
Note: ^ I just added that now. Down is the bio.

Name: Maria Kyle

Code Name: Black Phantom

Other Aliases: Sakura, Cheery (Only in civilian life)

Age: 13

Occupation: Ninja/Hero/Orphan...

It was a crisp fall día in the city of Melbourne, and a 2 yr old girl was perched on a red wooden taburete in front of the huge glass window. Watching the bustling city, cars and stinky drivers, hotels filled with taxi cars and malls bursting with a large amount of shoppers. She wasn't so far up in the apartment, hardly on the segundo floor so she was able to see most things, her hands greedily moving up the window, wishing to go outside.
Her eyes followed traces of flying autumn leaves, rustling in the wind and dancing in the sky.
A big black camioneta, van gave a big abrupt stop on the side of a jewellers...

Timeline: 3 years in the future...

“Cʼmon, cʼmon, cʼmon,” Aryess muttered.
“Patience, kiddo,” Nic dicho through the communication unit in her ear.
“Itʼs freezing up here!” She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to gain warmth.
“What did tu expect? Youʼre 102 stories up and itʼs the middle of the bloody winter.”
“Oh.. yeah.” The teenager tried to focus on the spectacular view from the parte superior, arriba of Empire State Building. The city lights were a dazzling light mostrar of yellow, red, blue, white. She was grateful for the full head mask that tucked her long fair hair away and kept...

BAH. I'm working on Living Remains, I swear, but I was pressured into posting this.
Rated PG-13 for gore and over-description.
Kind of AU-ish, where Nathan Stone is real and not Ryan Zucco, but not dating Fin. At all. :D

The linoleum tiles were splattered with a crimson liquid, and Dick could've sworn it was taunting him. Some of it was just misceláneo splashes of coppery scented color against the pale walls, most of it was in patterns and words. Widened grins of a crazed madman were prominent, Bruce noted dutifully, but some were crude letters scribbled with a finger. Among these were "help," "pain,"...

PAIN. 
               That's all Fang felt when he opened his eyes to blinding lights. He shifted around, noticing the cuts that were across his face, including the one that stretched from his left eye and the way down past his lips. His hair was stuck together in the back from all the blood. Fang coughed and wincing from feeling his newly cracked ribs, he looked to the right staring at a IV drip that was in his arm.
"Nyah, wha?" Fang managed to croak out.
"Don't strain yourself." A woman in a labcoat re-adjusted the restraint around Fangs wrist. 
"School..."
"No no dearie. You're in Dr....

Declan stood in place, panting from the exertion. Feeling the adrenaline drain from his vein. The men remained unconscious and unmoving.
Though it had left him with a black eye and several bruises, Declan knew the fight had been too easy.
The floor beneath his feet shuddered slightly and shifted as the train made a turn, pulling Declan from his collective trance.
Every passenger was solemnly silent, even the baby. They gave him fearful looks. But another emotion glinted there. Accusation. He had beat these men. Declan realized it did not matter to them that the thugs had come after him with every...

She walked down the street, head down and shades on. It had been at least a mes since the catastrophe, since she'd been in Happy Harbor. Erin had taken off for who knows where. She had learned that the explosion that had caused their cave in had been located under Project Justice's house. The house of the clones she had helped create. All but one had ended up destroyed; Billy West. He'd been at the mountain for a few weeks, at Batman's insistence.
She knew; she'd hacked the mainframe from her laptop. She had run into a few of the team members, but hadn't dicho much to any of them. Not even...

Some kids stood in front of the Memorial 
"Whoa! Scott Clancy! He was White Lightning!" The kids looked down at their Justice League camisa, camiseta then back up! 
"He was my hero!" The kids stood in awe 
"Why did he go into the Military? He was a super hero!"
"They needed someone to go undercover with powers like his!"
"But that blast killed him!"
"Which is why he done it! It would would've destroyed the Earth!" The kids argued back an forth, and Brendan stood and watched, a smile came to his face when kids would recognize Scotts name. He walked down the street, and slipped his hat back on.
"Dad! C'mon...

Two words: Train fight!!!

Declan concentrated for a moment before he felt the familiar tingle on his skin, like freezing water rushing over him. He looked at his hand on the railing. And saw nothing but the railing.
None of the other passengers had noticed his sudden transformation; they were too preoccupied in their own little worlds of technology and small children.
The men entered at the same time and gathered in the middle, passing the now invisible boy.
They wore the same baffled expressions when they did not see their target who they knew had been in this car. And he was. They just could...

(( Gotham City 6:34 PM November 12th, 2012))

He jumped a building as a cop shouted for him to stop, it amused him the cop actually thought he was going to stop. He shot his grappling hook and swung of the building " yeeha!!! " he shouted out laughing and shot a grappling hook from his other wrist compartment and swung from building to building, people wondered why he always ran if only they could be in his shoes and know all hes been through than maybe they would understand. Suddenly he was shot back into the side of a building and cracked the glass he crashed into, his eyes widened as he saw...

Okay, I had to do this....sorry, personal reasons....



Name: Jack Michels

Alias: The Healer

Appearance: 6'1. Brown hair. Black eyes. Regular build.

Civies: GYARG!!! LOOK AT THE PRETTY PICTURE!!!

'Stume: White body suit, blue cape.

Powers: Healing

Skills: Lockpicking. Advanced Martial Arts.

Past: Growing up with Prosopagnosia(the inability to reconise faces), is hard. His family yelled all the time about how he was so ungrateful, he couldnt even reconise their faces. His sister was the only one who understood, they were close. When she passed away from cancer, it devistated him. His parent were so angry,...

DUN pardo, dun DUNNNNNN!!! Left tu a little early last time didnt I?


I swiped my large paw at Ari, I hit, throwing him into a tree. He yelped. I smiled, baring my large canines. I lunged at Ari. He smirked. I was tired, I didnt want to fight anymore. I was frustrated at myself.
"Tired?" He dicho in a twisted, chalenging smile, mostrando off his sharp teeth that looked like they barely fit in his mouth.
"Why? Are you?" He isnt the only one who can taunt, but I was surely pushing it.
Carefull, Mel. The little voice inside my head told me. I started to think it was telling me más than what was right and wrong,...

Kay, foros still open, till I post chapter one of this....



I sat in my room. Knees curled up to my chest, my covers disheveled. The oversized camisa de entrenamiento, sudadera kept me warm, and the teddy used to keep me feeling safe. I swung my legs over the side and slipped out of bed. The camisa de entrenamiento, sudadera brushed my thighs, I grasped my teddy tight. I walked out of my room and turned for Fang's, but, stopped myself. I turned for zeta, and ran. When I appeared in an alley, I really didnt care. I walked out of the alley, and listened to thunder clap. I started walking down the sidewalk. It was late, o early, anyways it...

Lucas and Artemis sat in the cocina with milk, sugar, plastic bags, salt, and ice on the counter with their science notebooks with them. " Okay so we need to put the ice and the sugar together " Lucas dicho putting ice in the big plastic bag and taking some sugar, " No Luke we need to put salt with the ice " Artemis dicho picking up the salt, " uhmmm no we need the sugar " Luke dicho grabbing the sugar, Artemis grabbed the plastic bag aswell getting annoyed with Luke " we need the salt " she dicho pulling the bag towards her, " no we need the sugar " Lucas dicho getting annoyed as well pulling...

Biking across Gotham certainly took much longer than driving. But it was also faster than walking. And Aryess wasn't in the mood to break the law por driving her motociclismo while underage, even if she did have a (false) license.
Ary didn't mind the long ride. It was a nice way to clear her head in the simple task. She could have gone without the heat, though. The beating sun had forced her to exchange her hero uniform for not her usual civvies: blue-and-gray striped shirt, hooded jean jacket, and jeans, but instead a spaghetti-strap parte superior, arriba and black shorts. The fingerless gray gloves stayed in...

I have seen what man can do

I ran from The Labs the earth that touched my feet sent chills down my back. I felt so close to it, like a connection.

I look at myself in the mirror, i was not born. I wasn't made por god...i was made por man. A selfish human, who wanted me...to...destroy, everything.

When the evil lives inside of you

I saw the pain and fright of the people i attacked. I hurt them to no end, and i felt nothing. No mourning, no sadness. Until now. I couldn't care, i felt no pain, i would ignore the fear...and i killed them all. All of them...so helpless.

I look down at the things i have...

This is a multi-part collab with me, Robinluv14, and Rachele_x. Hope tu enjoy!
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Her bright blue eyes shone, unlike most kids the eyes were not filled with happiness, but with tears.
“S-s-stop!” her voice shook with pain and she was struck across the face with another sharp projectile. Three figures emerged through the smoke two of them were a lot smaller than the other.
“Pathetic! tu call yourself my protégé?” One spat venomously the other gave an evil cackle, the other just smirked. And another projectile sliced through the air, she barely...

Name: Doyle Nathanial

Alias:Thanatos

Age: 16 nearly 17

Height: 6'1in.

Weight: 140lbs.

Appearance: Thanatos has black hair, but nothing is known about his facial features, because of the mask he's always wearing. He doesn't take off that mask, and he has marks on arms, an a symbol of death. His eyes, are predicted to be glowing white, from the outside of the mask, that's what tu see.

Hero/Villain: Thanatos is an hero, using his sychte to take down his enemies, and his lobo with glowing red eyes. He also kills people who have wronged, and he helps the people in the cave.

Personality: Thanatos is serious,...