The night was cool for summer. The ocean breeze danced around in the night, leaves applauding as it shook them awake in the moon filled night. The streets were silent, lamppost lighting up the abandoned roads. Only the night creatures roamed. And me. I walked silently, almost freely, in the town. The town of the junior heroes. They were pathetic. Why would she return here? I heard the flapping of heavy wings and looked up. There she was, my angel. She was trying to fly. But I knew her wings were too torn and broken for anything more than a few feet. Which meant it should be easy. I walked with my head down to where I had seen her fly down. She was there, stretching those black wings. A gift from me. I smiled and came closer.
“Here you are angel.”
She turned to me, her delicate mouth open in surprise, eyes growing wide with fear.
“Wha-how did you find me?!”
“It wasn't hard, angel. You follow your heart; I know that. You had to have come back here. It's where you left your heart.”
“Go away!”
She tried to fly, but I grabbed her wrist.
“Devin, you can't win. You know that.”
“Let me go!”
“I can't do that. You're my angel.”
“And you're a demon!”
“Opposite. Perfect match.”
“No!”
She was trying to get away, but I was stronger than she was. I flicked my wrist and her angel's light appeared. As I expected, her eyes went to it and she froze. Such a willing angel.
“Come on Devin. You want your light? You come back.”
Her face paled and tears came to her eyes. It brought me a great amount of satisfaction.
“I...morta de paura.”
Ah yes. There it was. She had kept saying that phrase before she'd escaped. Morta de paura. Death by fear. And that was probably true. Angels and demons were sworn enemies; she had always been scared of us demons. Now she was scared to death.
“Morta de paura.”
Her eyes flashed to me as I repeated the phrase.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
“No. You got away last time with a cheap trick. You'll not get away again.”
“Teague, let me go!”
“Never again. Morta de paura, Devin. That's how you'll get away.”
“Here you are angel.”
She turned to me, her delicate mouth open in surprise, eyes growing wide with fear.
“Wha-how did you find me?!”
“It wasn't hard, angel. You follow your heart; I know that. You had to have come back here. It's where you left your heart.”
“Go away!”
She tried to fly, but I grabbed her wrist.
“Devin, you can't win. You know that.”
“Let me go!”
“I can't do that. You're my angel.”
“And you're a demon!”
“Opposite. Perfect match.”
“No!”
She was trying to get away, but I was stronger than she was. I flicked my wrist and her angel's light appeared. As I expected, her eyes went to it and she froze. Such a willing angel.
“Come on Devin. You want your light? You come back.”
Her face paled and tears came to her eyes. It brought me a great amount of satisfaction.
“I...morta de paura.”
Ah yes. There it was. She had kept saying that phrase before she'd escaped. Morta de paura. Death by fear. And that was probably true. Angels and demons were sworn enemies; she had always been scared of us demons. Now she was scared to death.
“Morta de paura.”
Her eyes flashed to me as I repeated the phrase.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
“No. You got away last time with a cheap trick. You'll not get away again.”
“Teague, let me go!”
“Never again. Morta de paura, Devin. That's how you'll get away.”
How did I survive?
It was peaceful
Then they came
They took all ‘smart’ and ‘intelligent’ ones
They burned our houses
They burned our city
They burned our people
They almost burned me
She almost burned me
I will never forget her face
Long hair
Blue eyes filled with fire
Angry...
So angry...
She held fire in her hand
It didn't hurt her
The fire just danced in her hand
She looked at me
Then my parents
Then me
She burned my parents
I ran
It was hot
So much fire
So much burning
I ran
I hid
I dissapered
Now I am here
I am Rostlina
And I am going to kill the fire casters.
It was peaceful
Then they came
They took all ‘smart’ and ‘intelligent’ ones
They burned our houses
They burned our city
They burned our people
They almost burned me
She almost burned me
I will never forget her face
Long hair
Blue eyes filled with fire
Angry...
So angry...
She held fire in her hand
It didn't hurt her
The fire just danced in her hand
She looked at me
Then my parents
Then me
She burned my parents
I ran
It was hot
So much fire
So much burning
I ran
I hid
I dissapered
Now I am here
I am Rostlina
And I am going to kill the fire casters.
Dear Heroes,
I have your Delta and Cimmerian. Or you call them Danna and Brant, I call them Toxic and Demon. Their old names, when they were assasins. Now they are back in their real home, The Lone Wolves. They have a few words for you.
Toxic: Don’t follow us, please . You’ll get your selves hurt! Dick, Kyra, Nicole, Bruse, I’ll miss you guys, you were my family, my heven. To the team, I will never forget the time we spent together, fighting and messing with eachother. From fangirling over RvB with Blade to pranking Fang, I’ll never forget you guys.
Demon: I had just met you guys, but the few that I had were great. Please don’t help us, you will get killed, and we wouldnt be able to stop it. It was nice while it lasted.
So on that note, Delta and Brant are dead. But they left Toxic and Demon. Better luck next time, heros.
Goodbye,
Shadowa
I have your Delta and Cimmerian. Or you call them Danna and Brant, I call them Toxic and Demon. Their old names, when they were assasins. Now they are back in their real home, The Lone Wolves. They have a few words for you.
Toxic: Don’t follow us, please . You’ll get your selves hurt! Dick, Kyra, Nicole, Bruse, I’ll miss you guys, you were my family, my heven. To the team, I will never forget the time we spent together, fighting and messing with eachother. From fangirling over RvB with Blade to pranking Fang, I’ll never forget you guys.
Demon: I had just met you guys, but the few that I had were great. Please don’t help us, you will get killed, and we wouldnt be able to stop it. It was nice while it lasted.
So on that note, Delta and Brant are dead. But they left Toxic and Demon. Better luck next time, heros.
Goodbye,
Shadowa