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Gomen for grammar and spelling. This not beta's but it is a excerpt of my three-part (subject to change if needed) series Diagnose. It's be proven to be harder to write since I'm no longer in the YJ fandom, hence the еще Застрявшие дома format it taken with it being written in 2nd person. Обновления will be sporadic and let me know what Ты think. Enjoy Ты basic bitches.

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"Po-pole," Ты wheezed against your fogging screen.

"Pole activated."

You lept back, carefully shifting your weight upon your palms with each flip back into the snow. Instantly the Волки follow upon suite, clawing against the soil...

As the fighting sounded out in the corridor ahead, Richi looked over at his companions. "Can Ты guys fight?" Jenna glanced over at Richi with a look of both annoyance and concern and replied, "Duh. I'm not sure how effective we'll be though. Something's been weakening Sean and me since we've been in this dungeon." Sean silently nodded in agreement. "Feels like Dampening Magic." Richi bit back a curse as the fighting seemed to get closer. Before he could say a word, a guard came flying out from around the corner and was embedded about 2 feet into the brick wall. Five еще guards came running...

Jace had just retrieved Seeker from the ballroom when the first bombs went off. The spheres were but black shadows floating down into the even blacker depths. But when they exploded, the dark was lit up by five pricks of green-yellow fire. The combined force created an audible BAM! in the muted water.
A wide eyes Jace scrambled back, bumping into his Superior. Though the explosives had gone off too far above to do much damage, the threat was clear. The creatures of the depths had taken flight at the sudden disturbance, and now all was still.
Seeker ushered Jace into the ship, attempting at cover....

The sun had set and the lights replaced its rays. Yellow, red, blue, green lit up the night, causing the twinkling stars the young man was so acquainted with to sink away. Along with them went the average civilians of the city, and out came the nocturnal creatures of the night.
Declan ducked into an alley as a police car sped past, sirens wailing. He sighed as it passed and disappeared around the corner, the siren fading away. He laid his head back against the brick Стена and closed his tired eyes. The click of approaching heels made him snap back to attention and instinctively turned invisible....

Blaze yanked the steering wheel to the left, causing the truck to swerved a full 360. He ducked as the gun огонь reached him. The windows shattered and glass sprayed across the empty seats of the Jeep.
Blaze slammed the door shut and crouched behind the truck, a steel shield. The gunfire ceased a moment as the men reloaded from behind their barricade of overturned cop cars. 
"Ruse!" he shouted, tightening the red bandana that served as his mask. The telepath sprinted from his cover of the alley and skidded to his friend's side. "About damn time," Ruse muttered, breathing heavily. 
"Traffic,"...

------ Basics------

Full Name: Robert Hess


Nick Name: Griffin, Griff


Race: Human, Caucasian


Age: 18


Gender: Male


Occupation: Vigilante, Leader of Reborn


Blood Type: O


Traits of Blood Type: Responsible, decisive, organized, objective, practical, leader, stubborn

------Appearance------

Height/Weight: 6' 2" Tall, 187 lbs


Hair: Light brown/ dirty blonde


Eyes: Hazel


Skin Tone: Pale, lightly tanned


General Build: Muscular


Distinguishing Features: Bullet wound scar on left shoulder, slight tremor in hands.


Preferred Clothing: White button down dress shirt, dark grey waistcoat, dark dress pants


------Accessories:------...

No words were spoken, no eye contact was made that morning. This didn't seem normal to him. To him, he and Aryess were practically married because they have been living together for almost six years, and not talking to her made him feel partially empty inside. These thoughts crossed his mind as he typed in the computer. A hand touched his shoulder making him flinch and turn around to see Jet.
"Are Ты okay?" he asked. Bentley blinked and looked down with a sigh as he hesitantly spoke. " Not really..."
Jet blinked, surprised. He had never seen Bentley be so open about his emotions in all these...

He stepped out of the shadows, looking her over.
“You didn't tell him.”
It was a statement, but she still nodded.
“I told him what we agreed upon.”
“So when will we tell him?”
“When we know where she is. He can't help. I don't want him to worry.”
“Since when?”
She glared at him.
“Since I saw how much Tara loves him. Besides, it won't help us if he's chasing false leads.”
“Yeah. Okay. So what next?”
“We need to find her.”
“No kidding.”
“We have a week.”
“This will be fun. Where do we look first?”
“Scene of the crime. But I've gone over it four times. There are...

The first thing I see is white. It is blindingly pure and I have to raise a hand to shield my eyes. When the light fades, I blink 8 times, trying to grasp my surroundings.
The room I stand in is warmed by the flames dancing in the fireplace. A burgundy диван, мягкий уголок sits on the flowered Persian rug, accompanied by two arm chairs and a glass coffee table.
The Вопрос "Where am I?" leaves my mind in that glance. It is replaced by "Why?" and еще urgently "How?". I walk cautiously вперед and run a hand over a bookshelf crowded with thick encyclopedias and vibrant fairytales.
This place.
This house were...

Billionaires, business men, women dressed in lovely dresses. Champagne glasses, sparkling lights, and of course, the treasures of the evening. The precious jewelry and glittering gems. They were the most expensive objects in the room, even еще than the yacht the auction was taking place on. And for that reason, the blonde and her partner had been assigned tonight's security detail. It also helped that their teammate's father owned the ship and was hosting the event.
Her stormy grey eyes rested on the glistening blue brooch. An aquamarine rose ready to become the prize of the lucky bidder tonight....

He watched her leave, the slamming of the door told him she wasn't returning for awhile. A breath of exhaustion escaped the lips. He wanted to chase her, to grip her, shake her, slap her, Kiss her, hug her.

Hold her.. just to feel the warmth that he didn't have..

He was a demon, he needed her to be the огонь that burned within him. Right now he was cold.. cold.. cold. He didn't want to fight right now. It was stirred up over some stupid thing they didn't agree on.. yet again. Somehow though, in the end, they always ended up okay.

Blue eyes stared hard at the door, and the crash of the door ringed...

She stood glaring at him. His face showed no emotion, but she could read the smirk in his eyes.
“No.”
“You have no choice I'm afraid.”
Alika stood behind her, head down. Tara shook her head. He handed her the dress, just looking at her in the same way he always had; distant but warm.
“Either Ты put is on или I will do it for you.”
She glared at him, but took the garment.
“I swear Kuran. One day, I'm kicking your ass.”
“As Ты say. I wait for that день with eagerness. Now hurry. Lord Vale will be here soon. And we both know how he expects to see you.”
Their eyes met for a секунда and...

“Heads up!”
She turned just in time to block the on-coming sword.
“Hey!”
“What?”
The metal screeched together before pulling away.
“That wasn't at all fair!”
“You think your other opponents will play fair?”
He came at her again, but she dodged and made a jab at his chest. He hopped backwards and blocked.
“You're still doing it wrong.”
“Shut up!”
He lunged for another attack, this time catching her shoulder. She hissed at the pain before attempting to hit him again. He just blocked before sending another быстрый, стремительный, свифт mark. No matter how many times she came at him, he was better. Frustration...

"Shit, shit shit!" he thought as he threw the batter into the pan and looked at the clock. "Only an hour!?" He hissed, shoving the heart-shaped raw cake into the oven. Tyler turned to the кухня and stared in horror. Flour powered every cranny of the room, egg shells cluttered the floor, the sugar bag was tumped over, so was the cooking oil but it was spilling on the floor. The огонь caster groaned. He still had to dethorn the dazzling red roses, clean, душ and get dressed!


In a hurry he sped over to the Розы and stared at them, a million thorns decorated each of the twelve flowers. How...

She layed in her постель, кровати while a blue gleam entered the room, her grey eyes blinked back tears, she felt lonesome, empty…..just like when her parents died. A knock sounded at the door along with the deep voice that was her brother, “ Эй, Ary Ты awake in there? We need to talk “ Declan сказал(-а) from outside the door. Aryess wiped tears from her eyes and hissed out “ I wouldn’t be asleep with how loud your talking anyway “, “ are Ты decent? im coming in “ he announced. Aryess let out a sigh of annoyance as a sign for him to come in, the door opened and the blonde haired boy entered...

Jet sat in the guest chair staring at the ink that lay across the paper of the form in his hands, he sucked in a breath as he read the words and they processed through his brain. He didn’t like the idea of doing this but it may be the only thing he can do for his cousin. Footsteps sounded suddenly as the blonde entered the room, grey met brown as she scanned her eyes down to the form in Jets hands “ whats that? “ she asked with some anger trying to be hidden by calmness in her tone. She knew, she knew what this form was for, and she didn’t like it. Jet let out a breath and muttered...

Name: Jackson Rider
Alias: J-Rider
Occupation: Shadow hunter
Powers: shadow manipulation, agility, fire, combat expert
History: Jackson grew up with Dylan in the orphanage. He was adopted before it was burned down, but his foster parents were abusive. He ran away and his fully developed powers acted upon his emotions. He accidentally started a огонь in a nearby town before he was found by his long time friend. Dylan introduced him into the Shadow Corps, where he was mentored and trained. He has become an expert in destroying shadow realms, only beaten by Dylan himself. Jackson and Dylan have an...

“I didn't expect Ты to come here. Maybe you're just a fool.”
She looked at the figure in her mirror. His dark laugh filled the room.
“I've come to collect.”
“You had your pay. Ты украл, палантин it. или do Ты not remember.”
“Wrong. Ты are the one who has forgotten. I have big plans. And Ты still fit in the picture.”
She turned to face him, eyes blazing.
“You should know by now that I won't be a part of your games!”
“Not willingly, no. But Ты are not your own master anymore, Angel.”
He pulled a lantern from the shadows and her eyes fastened on it. Inside was a glow of energy.
“Time...

Greetings! I have debated this for several days and have finally made up my mind to leave Fanpop forever. I will NOT be coming back under any circumstances.

Yes, yes, I know you're all anxious for me to get out the door, but I need to clear up a few things first:

Red Revenge VI: The Legend Falls WILL premiere July 26 on fanfiction.net. The Mega-Trailer reveal will premiere April 1, once again on fanfiction.net. The link to my fanfiction.net account is link.

This will be the final book in the Red Revenge/DC Comics crossover. After this book, I will be publishing all of my Red Revenge Книги on the...

Sorry this took so long. I really have no excuse, considering it was already written....Please don’t kill me. Old chapters: link and link
Aisling looked up in shock, her turquoise eyes round with terror. A moment’s panic stirred in her when she saw Fin, but her friend seemed to be fine, was already pushing herself into a sitting position, rubbing her bruised side. A sudden thought occurred to her, and she turned to Fin, questioningly. There were no signs of a bullet или any other weapon, so what had knocked her down?
    Before she had time to say a word, another blast...