This story also has my OC, Shadow. Shadow is a pyrokinetic, but he flames he creates and controls are jet black. (Think Human Torch). But, he's got a secret hobby, and…
Just Read.
Chapter One: Going to the "Gym"
Raven sat on the horseshoe shaped couch, comfortably curled up and reading another of her ancient novels. Headphones were wrapped around her head, pumping music into her delicate ears. She'd stolen his mp3 player off the desk and, after ten minutes of scrolling, selected 'Disturbed'. He was always listening to it, but she'd never paid much attention to it. Then one night, she heard it coming from the training room where he and Robin were sparing. Now, she listened to "The Game", engrossed in the worn pages of her ancient book. The song ended and a pounding drum beat started. When the song began, she glanced down at the screen,
Down with the Sickness
The Sickness
Disturbed
The lyrics spoke darkly to her and she immediately decided she'd found her new favorite band. The music was getting her adrenaline going, but at the same time, it was strangely relaxing. She turned her focus to the book, letting the music wash over her.
Engrossed, she didn't hear the door into the main room open with a hiss. She didn't see a figure walk silently up behind her.
Two lean arms wrapped themselves around her. She tensed but, realizing who it was, she relaxed and leaned her head back against the strong shoulder of Shadow. She stopped the song, shut off the player and re-wrapped the headphones around it. Setting it aside, she turned her head and her lips met his. He pulled away and swiped the player off the couch.
"I've been lookin' for this." Raven smiled softly. "What were you listening to?"
"Disturbed" she answered. He smiled triumphantly and kissed her again.
"Finally, you listen to some real music." He teased.
"What's wrong with the music I like?" she asked
"C'mon Rae…Evanescence? Really, you don't need such depressing music, do you?" he questioned. She laughed, and then noticed the gym bag slung over his shoulder.
"You're going to the gym again?" she asked exasperated. He'd been going to the gym about four times a week nowadays. Every time, he came home shining with sweat. On some days, he'd walk around with a slight limp because of his foot. Other days, he'd be seen kneading his shoulders or wrists. Raven had offered to heal him several times and each time he stubbornly refused, saying that he would build up a resistance to the pain. Until then, though, he would resort to about four ibuprofen and a glass of water. Hell, in the last month, they'd gone through about two bottles of Advil (Ibuprofen).
She hopped over the back of the couch and hugged him tightly, breathing in the scent of his body. He smelled faintly of sweat, cinnamon and his favorite 'AXE' scent. 'Kilo.' She told herself. He kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back"
"I'll be waiting." She replied. He smiled and walked out toward the garage to his black Ford Taurus, leaving Raven to return to her book, wishing that he hadn't taken the mp3 player with him.
Shadow opened the driver door, tossed his bag onto the passenger seat, and climbed in closing the door behind him. He stuck the key into the ignition, and then looked cautiously through the windshield, making sure no one was around. Seeing no one, he opened the bag, inspecting the contents and making sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
Black and red flame-toed spats sat on top of gray twill pants and suspenders. An extra white undershirt was placed over a bottle of water and a soft towel. To top it all off, a black, red banded fedora sat on top of the shoes. He nodded, pulled the car out of the garage and took off to the studio.
Like many a great jazz musicians had said, Shadow thought:
It don' mean a thing, if you ain't got that swing.
I recommend listening to Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, and Disturbed.
R&R please!
Next Chapter shall be up soon.