I'm currently taking a creative writing course at my school, and we have a journal we do each day using different 'inspiration' that students bring in on a day they signed up for. Our 'inspiration' can range anywhere from an object, to a quote, to a song. This was an entry of mine from early last week (recently modified to fit better as a piece of fan fiction) and I wrote this about a certain young hero because of the quote for that day's inspiration:
"Don't fight the darkness, let the light bring darkness and darkness will disappear." – Yacht
It's short, but hopefully my first Young Justice fan fiction is up to par.
I don't own Young Justice, they are the property of DC Comics.
The Silent Shadow
As I moved from one shadow to the next, I couldn't help but be constantly aware that any mistake, any slip up I made tonight could have catastrophic results. I couldn't lose my focus. Focus lost meant I would pay the cost.
With such encouraging thoughts in mind, I peeked around the corner of an old brick building and tried to determine where my quarry had led me. They hadn't been very afraid of anyone following them, as they hadn't even employed any counter surveillance measures. Either I was that good, or they were that ignorant of the threat that had been trailing them all night.
Looking to the East, I realized with dismay that the dark, almost black sky near the edge of Gotham City was slowly turning into a gray colour. Night wouldn't last for much longer, and then my hiding places amongst the shadows would all but disappear with the coming light.
I'd never fought the darkness of night. I was at home prowling the grimy streets and sticking to the inky shadows until the true darkness of the city revealed itself. Most mornings, I didn't fight the first few rays of light either, as they only helped to illuminate the fine work I had accomplished in their absence.
Tonight however – this morning actually – I wasn't excited for the new morning light to chase away the darkness. I hadn't caught my target yet, or even discovered anything incriminating about them during their night time travels. I prepared to follow them into a nearby warehouse when I felt the heat of a new day on my back. With a grumble, I melted into the remaining shadows and expertly made my way back across the city, deciding that tonight's recon on my teammate had been a total bust.
Their secrets, whatever they were, would remain as they were – unknown.
For now, anyway.
If anyone liked this, I have another journal entry I can modify a bit as well. Let me know if you want it posted. There should be some pretty good hints as to who the hero is, but have fun guessing.
~Crimson Fox4