Screams filled the air as the glass rained down. Declan doubled-over and held the boy in his arms tightly, shielding him with his body. He heard the ZIP! of friction and glanced up under the bill of his fedora.
Figures dressed in all black were sliding down on ropes through the shattered sky lights. They kept coming and coming. The scariest part was the ghoulish clown masks they wore.
Declan looked toward the doors, the windows, the balconies. All were now guarded by masked men. The party guests stood Холодное сердце in shock, in terror as these new arrivals pushed through the crowd to line the walls.
One final masked man slid down the line. No, not masked, for he wore none. Only horribly done make-up classified this one as a clown.
The name "Joker" rippled through the horrified crowd.
Riley whimpered and Declan wrapped his arms tighter around the frightened boy. That's when he realized his sister was nowhere to be seen.
"What are they doing here?" Nic hissed in his ear. Declan startled, having not heard the younger male slip through the crowd.
"Well," he muttered, straightening, "There are about 80 rich people here, 8 of them own famous companies, and there isn't a cop in sight."
"Hostage buffet," the dark haired male murmured back, "Where's Ary?"
Declan shrugged and looked back at Joker, standing in the center of the room, center of attention, a gleeful red grin on his face. His horribly dark eyes scanned the crowd and settled on one group of people in particular.
A sudden, quick movement in the crowd caught Declan's eye. One of the minion carnaval terrors suddenly cried out and crumpled to the ground.
Figures dressed in all black were sliding down on ropes through the shattered sky lights. They kept coming and coming. The scariest part was the ghoulish clown masks they wore.
Declan looked toward the doors, the windows, the balconies. All were now guarded by masked men. The party guests stood Холодное сердце in shock, in terror as these new arrivals pushed through the crowd to line the walls.
One final masked man slid down the line. No, not masked, for he wore none. Only horribly done make-up classified this one as a clown.
The name "Joker" rippled through the horrified crowd.
Riley whimpered and Declan wrapped his arms tighter around the frightened boy. That's when he realized his sister was nowhere to be seen.
"What are they doing here?" Nic hissed in his ear. Declan startled, having not heard the younger male slip through the crowd.
"Well," he muttered, straightening, "There are about 80 rich people here, 8 of them own famous companies, and there isn't a cop in sight."
"Hostage buffet," the dark haired male murmured back, "Where's Ary?"
Declan shrugged and looked back at Joker, standing in the center of the room, center of attention, a gleeful red grin on his face. His horribly dark eyes scanned the crowd and settled on one group of people in particular.
A sudden, quick movement in the crowd caught Declan's eye. One of the minion carnaval terrors suddenly cried out and crumpled to the ground.
EXTREME SPOILERS FOR DIVIDED WE FALL AHEAD!!!! IF Ты HAVE NOT READ THE Назад BOOK, DO NOT READ THIS PREVIEW!!!
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara сказал(-а) once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam сказал(-а) softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned вперед and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam сказал(-а) softly. "I'm glad we're Друзья Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the Kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty секунды before returning to her computer.
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara сказал(-а) once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam сказал(-а) softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned вперед and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam сказал(-а) softly. "I'm glad we're Друзья Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the Kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty секунды before returning to her computer.
Alias: Eden
Age: 10 yrs
Nicknames: Gen, Genny, Genny-la
Powers: Flight, Invulnerability, controls but cant become огонь and water.
Skills: улица, уличный fighting experience
Weapons: Two Оружие hidden in her рубашка and pocket knife.
Bio:
Harley's not clone but sister, After Lex Found her DNA, it was дана to CADMUS. where they tried to re clone her, after realizing their tries were in vain, they decided on simplicity, Give Harley a sister.
They successfully created the girl, calling her Genesis.
They released her and led her to Harley.
Notes:
-This is part of her bio
- Who she is will soon be revealed.
- hates Супермен and Бэтмен and Superboy
- Doesn't like Skylar nor Wolf, или Sy.
- really smart
Daily Episode
день Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated by the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led by Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as сказал(-а) superhero или (b) you're positive no one will get harmed by the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.
день Forty-Nine:
Static Shock Episode Four: "Grounded"
Link: link
Summary: While analyzing a part of an amoeba mutated by the Big Bang, Virgil and Richie become locked in school late at night with the protesting journalism class, led by Frieda.
What's the lesson from this? Don't use your school lab for superhero research unless you're (a) dressed as сказал(-а) superhero или (b) you're positive no one will get harmed by the experiment. Listen to that, Virgil.