Betrayal. Heh; funny word. It's almost as common to me as fear. It's happened since I was born. It just follows me. He was starting to come around a little too often. He was starting to come around ME too often. Normally I would leave him be. But he was pushing buttons and asking for hell. I was ready to let him die in the fear I wanted to send him. That changed when they told me to back off. That I was overreacting. To hell I was! They have no idea what it's like! So I left. Teams help each other. But they helped him. Thanks for the help. I walked out of there the минута they betrayed me. And I just kept walking. It wasn't like it was some horrible betrayal. But it hurt. Worse off, Blade hasn't talked to me. I guess that's the way life is; it never lets Ты say goodbye. The farther I walked, the еще at ease I felt. I was never meant to work with others. It just wasn't happening. Normally I would have gone to Damo's. Not this time. I didn't want to be found. As I continued walking, the sky darkened and winds picked up. Yep. I was home. The fear of a horrible storm, the smell of the strong and fierce winds waiting to pull something out. This was where I felt the most at home.
I can't remember the last time I felt so alive. After my сердце was pretty much pulled out of my chest. Thanks Blade. Ты sure are different than the other badass girls I've met. And I mean that. No sarcasm. Just...truth. So thanks. Ты proved my point. I eventually stopped at some kind of wrecked lab. It looked like it had exploded. I walked over to where it looked like a bunch of makeshift graves were. I read the strange names. Names like Angelica Couture, Talia M'orzz, Vallery Lang, and...ah hell no. Sylver Stone. Damn. I had just walked to the grave where Becca's old team, my sister, was buried. Ah Sylver...rest in piece sis. Ты deserve it. My fingers brushed along her headstone as I walked past. She was a wonderful sister. Sleep well. I walked further from the mountain and the graves. Something told me there was a storm coming. And I didn't mean in the weather. Something bad was going to happen. Something that might shatter them all to the bone. Me? I have no emotions to shatter. Monsters don't have feelings. And I am a monster. Inside my сердце and on the outside. I am and will forever be a monster. So Young Justice? Thanks for the memories.