Fine…I was bored…
But anyways OD is very close to 4k views. This one should be better because I've gained a lot of experience since OD
Prepare yourself because you're about to get authore'd!
Authore'd . . . I need to write that down. That was good . . .
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Silence. Eerie silence.
Suddenly, an earsplitting ring went off. The school doors would've been swept away in an ocean, had they not been attached. An ocean of teenagers that is.
One teenage girl was swiftly escorted to a black limo. It drove off spraying a cloud of soot. Little had they known, they were being tracked.
Footsteps traced along the rooftops as they followed the dark vehicle. Soon enough, they arrived at a private airport. Only one passenger jet was there.
He couldn't afford to wait any longer, he had to make his move.
A shot fired, promptly brining down one guard. All the others were instantly on alert. They shouted in their native language, as they all hustled around.
One thing he did understand was . . .
"Deathstroke!"
This hadn't been the first time he'd done work in this country. He was sure it wouldn't be the last. There were rumors of the one-eyed man who hunted people down.
Clad in his weapons, and black and orange armor, he swiftly approached the guards. He dodged multiple bullets, but hit his targets perfectly.
He retrieved his sword, as a few ran at him. He swiftly sliced, and stabbed at them. He stepped over heaps of limp bodies.
He grabbed the sixteen year old girl by the arm, before she could make a run for it. Before he knew it, a large shadow was cast over him.
"Deathstroke."
"Batman."
"Killing a minor? Not to mention the fact that she's the princess"
"I don't question my employers. You traveled a long ways out here," he commented.
"So did you. She's on her way to the US to discuss a treaty," he informed.
"Some people obviously don't want that to happen."
He pulled his pistol shot, but Batman quickly dodged. A batarang was thrown and it knocked the pistol out of his hand.
With a growl of annoyance, he drew his assault rifle from his back, and rapidly shot at him. An exploding batarang flew at the gun, blowing it out of his hand, and jolting him back.
He ran at him with is sword, and Batman drew a batarang. He blocked most of his attacks with the batarang, and eventually held it against him. They both fought in a battle of strength.
"Let me guess . . . the son."
"Let me guess . . . the brother."
They repelled each other and both stumbled backwards. He ran towards the aircraft, as the door began to close. All in a blur, he ran up the air stairs, flipped off, and jumped inside.
Batman just watched. He knew the pilot, and the princess were as good as gone.
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"-And you saw him? Wait . . . the princess?" Melissa Wilson asked. A twenty-eight year old Melissa sat on the couch, folding flowery scented clothes.
"I don't want him to be caught, but if he is, well then . . ."
"Then you'll tell me where he is?"
"I don't know . . . Uh, Laura is almost here, I have to go," She swiftly hung up. After giving up life as a vigilante after her father's heroic death, she moved to the suburbs. She now lived a normal life with her niece. Well, as normal as it could be, with the press always wondering if she had something going on with the famous Damian Wayne. Maybe she'd been to a few banquets and after parties with him, but nothing more, really.
But, her brother . . . he lived a not so normal life. A few months after the fall of URSA, he disappeared from the face of the earth. Then a year or two later, he shows up with a child, who she watches over while he plays assassin. She was still working on the story from him as to where Laura came from. But, there was one thing that she never wanted to do. And that was enter Laura into the life of a crime fighter.
The door was suddenly thrusted open; and a light tan skinned, raven-haired, thirteen year old girl dragged in.
"Hey. How was school?"
"Meh." She mumbled as she staggered with the overloaded backpack.
"You learn anything?"
She gasped, and perked up. "Dad!"
She was engulfed in a large hug, as her father came from the kitchen.
"I thought you were on that business trip for another day?"
The two siblings' eyes met briefly.
"Well, I finished up early," he shrugged. "Now, we get to spend the whole weekend. How about some ice cream?"
"With the hot fudge that sinks to the bottom of the bowl?" Laura asked excitedly.
"Turning the vanilla into chocolate," they said simultaneously.
"Uh . . . don't you have the science project due in a day?" Melissa interjected.
"I can finish it tomorrow," she promised.
"You have too much to do in one day, you need to get started right away," Melissa decided firmly.
She irritably marched upstairs. Mumbling something about the 'fun police'.
"Come on, Melissa, lighten up," Luke encouraged.
"You, on the other hand, are a little too light."
"It's Friday. Is she supposed to sit inside and read a book the whole day?" He exaggerated.
"She's had this project for a week, but you wouldn't know that."
"You mean to tell me I don't know what's going on in my own daughter's life?" He asked disbelievingly. She shrugged.
He sighed. "You know I'd like to work less, but business-"
"And, what business is that?" She challenged.
"I'm not having this talk with you again . . ."
"What's to talk about? About how you-"
"I work for the government," he interrupted her.
"You sure use the term government loosely."
"We aren't talking about this." He gathered his jacket, and exited the house. With a sigh, she roamed a hand through her hair. It was then that she noticed Laura had been watching.
"Thanks a lot. You made dad leave," she stormed upstairs.
Great. They'd made her the enemy.
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