Get a grip! C'mon! Get angry! Don't let him do this to you!
She repeated it to herself, struggling. But her fear was stronger, he was stronger. He had moved his lips off hers, but she wasn't happy with where they were now. She shivered in disgust and pain as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. C'mon Cat! Please! It wasn't any good.
She just couldn't get mad. All she felt was fear. Her mind raced, trying to form a plan. Her legs weren't pinned anymore. She slowly slide her leg straight, resting on the cold cement. Then she quickly slammed her knee in between his legs. He growled and released her. She stood quickly. But he grabbed her foot.
She kicked at his head. He stood and grabbed her wrists. She slammed her head against his and threw him into the cement. He got back up and threw her against the wall. She threw a перфоратор, удар, пунш to his neck, upper-cut him, then tossed him into a few crates. He got right back up. Someone jumped on his back and she had just enough time to catch her breath before her helper was thrown beside her.
“Here kitty kitty,” the imposter chanted.
She felt something snap inside her. Silver flashed, metal rang out against flesh, and then she just saw blood. Her own blood. She could smell it, saw her helper stand beside her and nod slightly for her to lead. She плавить, корюшка fear, sensed pain, heard several heartbeats, felt the warm blood trickle down her hands, saw her opponent tense up in fear.
That was all she needed. She went into action, swiping, breaking, clawing. Anything she touched, she hurt. Only минуты later, she could see her opponent laying on the floor, dying from her strikes. She nodded slightly and moved again. She grabbed her медведь and her bag.
“Cat.”
She froze. She knew the voice, recognized it. As before, her shock subsided along with her anger. He ran over to her.
“Where are Ты going?”
“Why do Ты care?”
“Cat, you're hurt.”
The daze from her change left and she felt the pain instantly. She had been wounded. Her knees suddenly gave out and she toppled forwards. He grabbed hold of her, careful not to touch the deep gash in her stomach-side area. She weakly tried to brush him off.
“Lemme go.”
“I'm taking Ты home.”
“No! Lemme go!”
He picked her up and started walking.
“Stop! Lemme go now!”
“Cat, stop. You're hurt and we're going home.”
“My Главная isn't with you!”
“It always was to me.”
“Shoulda thought bout that before.”
He ignored her again as he walked faster. She moaned, but couldn't peel her eyes open. This was too unreal. He wasn't saving her again. No....
“Lemme go.....”
“Go to sleep Cat.”
“.....Tommy....”
And then, she blacked out.
*hits Опубликовать and hides*
She repeated it to herself, struggling. But her fear was stronger, he was stronger. He had moved his lips off hers, but she wasn't happy with where they were now. She shivered in disgust and pain as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. C'mon Cat! Please! It wasn't any good.
She just couldn't get mad. All she felt was fear. Her mind raced, trying to form a plan. Her legs weren't pinned anymore. She slowly slide her leg straight, resting on the cold cement. Then she quickly slammed her knee in between his legs. He growled and released her. She stood quickly. But he grabbed her foot.
She kicked at his head. He stood and grabbed her wrists. She slammed her head against his and threw him into the cement. He got back up and threw her against the wall. She threw a перфоратор, удар, пунш to his neck, upper-cut him, then tossed him into a few crates. He got right back up. Someone jumped on his back and she had just enough time to catch her breath before her helper was thrown beside her.
“Here kitty kitty,” the imposter chanted.
She felt something snap inside her. Silver flashed, metal rang out against flesh, and then she just saw blood. Her own blood. She could smell it, saw her helper stand beside her and nod slightly for her to lead. She плавить, корюшка fear, sensed pain, heard several heartbeats, felt the warm blood trickle down her hands, saw her opponent tense up in fear.
That was all she needed. She went into action, swiping, breaking, clawing. Anything she touched, she hurt. Only минуты later, she could see her opponent laying on the floor, dying from her strikes. She nodded slightly and moved again. She grabbed her медведь and her bag.
“Cat.”
She froze. She knew the voice, recognized it. As before, her shock subsided along with her anger. He ran over to her.
“Where are Ты going?”
“Why do Ты care?”
“Cat, you're hurt.”
The daze from her change left and she felt the pain instantly. She had been wounded. Her knees suddenly gave out and she toppled forwards. He grabbed hold of her, careful not to touch the deep gash in her stomach-side area. She weakly tried to brush him off.
“Lemme go.”
“I'm taking Ты home.”
“No! Lemme go!”
He picked her up and started walking.
“Stop! Lemme go now!”
“Cat, stop. You're hurt and we're going home.”
“My Главная isn't with you!”
“It always was to me.”
“Shoulda thought bout that before.”
He ignored her again as he walked faster. She moaned, but couldn't peel her eyes open. This was too unreal. He wasn't saving her again. No....
“Lemme go.....”
“Go to sleep Cat.”
“.....Tommy....”
And then, she blacked out.
*hits Опубликовать and hides*
Hair: White
Eyes: Red((Im facinated with Red eyes ok!?))
Skin: Covered in white scales
Height: 6'5
Weight: 115
Race: Dragon/humaniod
Powers/Skills: Can morph into a dragon, but only when is very needed. Breaths fire((Yeah, yeah I know there are many firecasters, but this is a basic dragon atribute)). Skilled with bows and melle wepons.
Weapons: Fond of a sword but makes weapons out of anything she can.
History: Xiuhcoatl has grown up with dragons. She has never seen another human. She has fended off enemies of her homeland, she speaks a forign launguage not known to humans. She has been very isolated her whole life, and now she is traveling to find a Главная for the Dragons. Their Главная was invaded and taken over by enemies.
Personality: Curious. Many things fasinate her because she has grown up in a valley without technology.
Age: 14
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Saphire Blue
Height: 6'0
Weight: 115lbs
Powers: Phasing, invisiblity, water bending(freezing, shaping, moving, evap, ect).
Weapons: Swords, and the occasional mace.
History: Austyn lived in a happy family in France, until they turned on him. He had to run away, they found him begging for spare change in the streets. They took him Главная and beat him to teach him a lesson. He moved to america, he got a job, and learned little english. His family is still looking for him. In the wrong place.
Personality: Austyn is pretty open and nice. He knows when to be serious. When he sees someone down или upset, he would go over there and poke them, или hug them. He likes everyone to be happy and together. Quiet when it comes to fighting или family.
S'tume: Leather куртка and white tanktop underneath. Black-washed jeans.
Alise: Bubble Blast
Age: 15
Birthday: 18th July 1998
Hair and eyes: Blonde and Blue
Personality: Bubbly and always happy! It takes a lot to get her down, strong willed and hopefully at all times.
Powers: She can create bubbles made out of either lighting, ice, water или just energy and if she gets angrey Powerful огонь bubbles, she can make force feild bubbles and even travel underwater with them. She has a bubble staff which she uses to fly around and shoots bubbles aswell
Relation to team:None yet but has a crush ;)Team mate and member of the X-men
Like: BUBBLES! XD Cat's, swimming, spending time with friends, flying, bubble baths, bubble machines, the starts, bakeing, Шоколад and drawing :)
I think thats all if Ты wanna ask Вопросы I will be happy to answer