Hi everyone! Guess who's finally here with the story she promised almost a week ago?
...Yeah, I'm sorry about that. And I'm sorry about Alone, I got a really bad case of writers block and I didn't have the time to post this new story. Now however...
So here is my new story, please don't flame and I'm sorry if you mistook this for a Halo fan fiction, it's actually Young Justice.
Also, here is the link to a trailer I made for this story. Please go check it out and share and subscribe. because those things make me happy and a happy writer is one who updates frequently. Just remove the spaces, otherwise the link won't work.
www. youtube watch? v=cz5v9 se5Fgw
Also, no writers block problems wit this story, as it's already done. I have been working on this for about a year now so i am very proud and protective of my 'baby' fanfic. Please be nice.
Anyways, onwards with the story!
I lay on my stomach in my bed sweating. There's an intense pain in the middle of my upper back that just won't go away. It's the sort of pain that makes you think of blinding white light. Yeah, that sort of pain.
I feel like something is trying to push itself out of my skin. There's something there, and it's moving. Suddenly, with another short burst of pain, I feel whatever's inside start to break out but rather than stopping, it just seems to keep growing. It's the worst pain I've ever experienced and before I know it, I'm letting out screams.
After a few more seconds the pain slowly dies away. The skin in the middle of my upper back is still very tender though. I eventually catch my breath and decide to try to move. The moment I move my back I'm screaming in agony again. Ok, moving isn't really an option right now.
I turn my head towards the mirror to see if I can see what's wrong with my back. Wait, are those... No. They can't be. I must be hallucinating. There is absolutely no way that there are white feathered wings poking out of my back. No possible way at all.
Oh and, in case you've been living under a rock, there is actually a way that this could happen because superheroes DO exist. Seriously, look out the window for once and you're almost guaranteed to see someone. But I haven't done anything lately that could possibly give me wings. All I do every day is try to survive.
I'm an orphan by the way and therefore; don't have enough money for school. My parents were killed by the Joker. That's right, I live in Gotham. It's a wonder that I'm still alive actually, considering the life I live. I should technically be dead because of some crazed super villain, but it appears that I can get very lucky. Most of the time.
My name is Morgan, Morgan Cavett. My name is actually kind of ironic. It has a Welsh origin and means a few things to do with bright and the sea. It's supposed to be almost 'magical'. Let's just say that my life is anything but bright and magical. Well, I guess that was up until now.
You know the mirror I was talking about? Well, that's actually a window. And my bed is a few bits and pieces of cloths piled on top of each other. Yeah, I live a life of total luxury. Not. But back to the small problem of the wings I have, because they're obviously there and there's absolutely no point trying to deny it anymore.
I glance up into the window again and stop with a start. Is that my hair?! Normally my hair is very short (because I don't have a hair brush so it gets really tangled) and blonde. Not long, curlyish and BLACK! And what is that dripping of my wings? Wait is that blood? Well that's kind of gross. There's so much blood on my wings that it's literally dripping off.
I'm ok with blood, I really am. But that much blood is scary. That amount of blood normally means severe blood loss (duh) and an almost impossible chance of living. Yet here I am, breathing and thinking like a normal person. My heart is pumping normally and everything (except for my back) is fine.
I try to sit up again but apparently I tried to move too much this time. I let out another scream of pain and see stars in front of my eyes. My muscles go weak and I collapse on the ground, panting. I suddenly hear a soft flutter, just a soft one, behind me. It sounds like a cape. This means that Batman and/or Robin and/or a crazed super villain are behind me right now. While I'm in the most vulnerable position I've been in for a VERY long time. Because of the lack of death I'm experiencing right now, I'm going to rule out the possibility of a crazed super villain. Not cool. Not cool at all.
"Are you ok?"
It's Robin, I can tell by his voice.
"Why would you ask a question like that? It's not like I'm covered in blood or anything."
"Sorry"
"No, I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I'm just not feeling all that great right now."
"So, you're not from around here?"
"Actually, I am. I've been living on the streets for most of my life after my parents were murdered. I honestly have no idea why I suddenly have wings and long black curlyish hair."
"Curlyish?"
"I wonder how good your English would be if you were in my position right now?"
"Sorry. I'm going to call Batman because honestly, I have no idea what to do here."
"You do that"
I hear Robin calling Batman and know that he will be here soon. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. You see, Batman and I have a past. I don't know if he remembers it, because I certainly do. I'm actually surprised that Robin doesn't realise who I am. Though, I must admit, I don't really look like I used to. So, how did I get my past with Batman you ask? Well, you know how I told you that Joker murdered my parents? I lied. But that is a piece of information I like to keep to myself so not many people know it. Actually, not many people know me at all, let alone my secrets.
I hear another fluttering sound and I know that means Batman has arrived.
"I see what you mean by a complicated situation" Batman says in his monotone voice.
Wait, did Batman just make a joke? I think Batman just made a joke! RUN EVERYONE! THE APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN!
Ok, not really, I just needed to say something like that to ignore the fact that the Dynamic Duo are currently right behind me!
"Can you move" Batman asks.
"Yes, I can move, it just involves a lot of pain" I reply.
"And screaming" Robin kindly adds.
"For your information, it had only just stopped hurting and I was sick of lying on my stomach"
"So movement isn't an option right now" Batman says.
"I can try moving slowly this time. I haven't moved for a while." I suggest
"Go ahead" Batman replies.
I hear Robin muttering something that sounds suspiciously like he was going to laugh at me if I screamed.
"You know, insulting me will just make me want to punch you in the face later on." I say smugly.
"You heard that?" Robin says in surprise.
"If I didn't hear it, I wouldn't have said anything, would I? I reply snarkily.
I then proceed to move again. Ever so slowly I bring my arms in front of me and gently push myself up onto my elbows. After taking a breath, I move myself up onto my hands and knees and brace myself against the wall. I then use the wall to push myself onto my feet and lean heavily against it.
"I won't be able to face you without help" I say calmly, despite the slow sting in my back.
"Don't worry, I'll catch you if you fall" Robin says, smirk obvious in his voice. Oh, so he's going for the boy band lyrics now. We'll see about that.
"Don't doubt my ability to punch you, because I will when I next get the chance if you don't shut up. You are NOT in a boy band so please, spare everyone around you and don't act like it."
"Well sorry" Robin mutters darkly and I grin.
I begin to turn myself around and wince when my tender wings scrape against the wall. I soon realise that I have to step away from the wall in order to fully turn around. I manage to get myself to face Batman, but stagger when the solid of the wall leaves my grip. Luckily, as he promised, Robin is there to help me stabilise myself. I look up into Batman's mask and I see instant recognition.
"You." he says.
"Yes, me." I reply coolly.
"Why are you here?" he growls.
"Because I have nowhere else to go and he gave me a visit and told me if I left half the city would leave too in a fiery explosion." I say with a raised eyebrow.
"He's dead, no one's heard from him in months" Batman says darkly.
"One, no one told me that and two, no he's not. It must have been what, a week since he gave me that visit? He's still alive, believe me. I can tell when someone's watching me, and he's been watching me for a very long time. I'm starting to think he let me go on purpose." I reply.
"You saw him?" Batman questions.
"Yes, I saw him which means that you should send Robin away. He has a serious obsession with him you know. Well, he did anyway." I say. No matter how annoying Robin may seem at this point, Gotham needs him alive.
"Wait, we're talking about Slade?" Robin jumps in.
"Yes."
"How do you know him?"
"Do you remember those faint screams at night when he locked you in the stone room?"
"That was you?" He said softly.
"Yeah, that was me."
"How long were you there?" Robin questions, the cockiness from before almost completely gone.
"I've been there for as long as I can remember. I only escaped last year after, circumstances."
"Do they have anything to do with your wings?" Batman growls, unfazed by everything I just said.
"No, my wings appeared tonight. And my hair changed as well so don't bother accusing me of trying to hide from you either. Besides, you know exactly what those circumstances were, so don't play stupid with me."
"Since we can't leave you here because of, circumstances, you will be coming back with us to the cave." Batman says, completely ignoring my last sentence.
"Oh and by the way, as you already know, I know your identities so there's no need to knock me out for 'safety' reasons." I say, putting a sarcastic drawl on safety.
"What! How do you know?" Robin exclaims.
"I make a point of knowing everything about the only people who could possibly save me. The more I know, the easier it is to get them to save me. Unfortunately, Slade is evil and forced me to tell. Because of that, your mentor now hates me and doesn't trust a word I say, regardless of what he saw on the night it all happened."
"How do I know that you didn't willingly give him our identities?" Batman growls.
"Don't be stupid. You were watching me that night. You saw how I was covered in blood, my back in shreds. How could you believe that I willingly told him who you were?" I say harshly.
Batman just glares. He knows I'm right but he can't forgive me for letting Slade know his most precious secret. Frankly, I can't quite find it in myself to blame him. Their secret identities are a precious, important thing. Losing their identities only leads to trouble, big trouble.
"Look," I sigh, "Let's put it this way. I'm smart, you know that. You also know that smart people don't go blabbing out the secrets of the only people that could save them. Especially if those secrets could get those people killed."
"Fine." Batman says.
"So, she's finally matured." A voice says from the darkness.
Robin crouches down ever so slightly into a battle stance. Batman tenses up and I visibly stiffen. Great, this day just keeps getting better and better.
"Slade." Robin growls.
I hear a soft thump behind me and I know that Slade has just jumped down, out of the shadows. I feel a gloved hand gently run over my wings and I close my eyes. This is not happening, this is NOT happening.
"So tense my pretty angel, I would have thought that you'd be glad to see me?"
"I'll never be glad to see you, not after that night." I say, ignoring the painful memories that are rushing to the forefront of my mind.
His hand tightens on my wing ever so slightly and I wince.
"Is that any way to speak to your master Morgana?"
"You are NOT my master and I am NOT Morgana!"
The hand squeezes tighter again and I gasp in pain.
"I suggest you leave and let me take care of my apprentice myself." Slade says, obviously directing this statement to Batman and Robin.
"No," Robin says, "You can't just take her against her will!"
"But that's where you're wrong, she is completely willing."
"You're idea of willing is more like emotional blackmail, which is against the law."
"I guess it's a good thing I don't follow the law then, isn't it?"
Batman, obviously sick of Robin and Slade's argument, takes a menacing step forward. At first I think he's getting ready for a fight, but then I feel him place something behind my right ear. It's a tracking device. Thank you Batman. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
"Robin, get back. He's manipulated you before, who's to say he isn't doing it now?"
"But-"
"No." Batman says, cutting off all complaints.
"Well, we'll just be leaving now" Slade says slyly.
No, I am not going back. Tracker or not, there is no way that I'm just going to follow him back like a meek little puppy.
"No, you can't make me!" I say trying to wriggle out of his grip.
Slade closes his hand even tighter around my wing and I gasp and fall to my knees, Robin long since called back to Batman's side.
"Can't I?" He says darkly.
"No," I say, my eyes watering from the pain, "You can't."
"Watch me." He hisses into my ear.
With an extremely hard squeeze, I scream and my muscles turn to jelly. He then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. Within seconds, he has vanished into the darkness and we're on our way back to his secret hideout. His hand reaches behind my right ear and grabs the tracking device. Holding it in front of my eyes, he smashes it between his fingers. He then grabs both of my wings and crushes them both between his hands. As my vision fades to black I hear him say the six words that will throw my life into the spinning mess it was before I escaped the first time.
"You are in BIG trouble, girl."
So that's it. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it. I promise it get's better and I apologise now for the cliffhanger. There will probably be one for most chapters. Sorry.
Once again, here is the link to the trailer (remove spaces):
www. youtube watch? v=cz5v9 se5Fgw
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