Happy birthday to me! I'm 14 today! So, to celebrate, another awkward story that I probably can't keep up with! I don't own Young Justice, but I do own my birthday presents and some chocolate cake :D
Lillian Rose knew she couldn't rest here. She had to keep moving. The forests in this area were no place to rest, even though she had no clue where she was. Especially after what she had just done.
They would find her eventually. She speed walked to the tree nearest her, practically holding her intestines in, before pausing and gasping for breath.
Her hazel eyes scanned the shadows for any movement, an occasional strand of straight auburn hair obscuring her vision.
She growled, and continued walking, stumbling over rocks and roots alike. The darkness around her was falling, but she grit her teeth, and put her annoyance to the side.
"Hello, Lillian," a dark voice whispered in her ear, and she froze. She had hoped never to hear that voice again.
"Hello, Hades," she hissed, not turning to face him.
"Why are you here, Lillian? Why did you break into my home?" he whispered. The 14 year old girl shuddered.
"You know why," she barely breathed, staring at the seven tattoos down each arm. They were circles, getting smaller the closer they were to her hands. The ones on her left arm were gold, the ones on her right black.
"You're right," he chuckled, "I do."
She rolled her eyes.
"In case you didn't forget," he gripped her arm harshly, causing her to jerk in pain, "I gave you your powers, I can just as easily take them."
"I haven't forgotten," she hissed, watching her tattoos move to show her emotions.
"Don't address me like that," she could practically hear the evil smirk in the Lord of the Underworlds voice at breaking her pride.
"I haven't forgotten," she nearly gagged when she added, "father."
Off, somewhere in the forest, a wolf howled. Her father smiled, before disappearing. A large green bird of summer kind rested on a bench near her.
She glared at it. Didn't birds only way dead meat? It changed into a boy, and she screamed.
"Hi," the green skinned monkey boy grinned, "I'm Beast Boy, why're you bleeding?"
"My intestines are falling out, and that's what you ask?" She was shocked.
"Who are you?" He jumped down from the tree, walking over to her. She stepped back, but tripped over her own two feet.
"Why do you want to know?" She hissed.
"Because you're about to bleed out, and it would be helpful to know who you are," another boy stepped out of the shadows, revealing a boy with black hair, and sunglasses covering his eyes.
"Lillian Rose," she sighed, vision going blurry.
"Two flower names?" The sunglasses boy asked.
"Hey look! It's Lillian Rose!" Yet another boy ran into the clearing, this one at the speed of light.
"How do you, know who I, am?" She breathed, before falling unconscious.
She shoved her way through the busy Metropolis crowds, getting sent multiple dark looks. Natalie, Nat, Grace, just ignored them.
She looked to be of Spanish descent, but actually she was part Swedish, about 13 years old, with brown hair and eyes, and tanned skin. She wore denim shorts and a black baggy top, and black converse.
She ran into central park, joining the back of a queue for ice cream, brown, waist length hair streaming out behind her in a braid. She sighed, and clicked her fingers. Time froze. She walked right past the waiting people, grabbed a scoop and cone, and made herself three scoops of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream, with chocolate sauce. She walked off.
Once she was safely behind a tree, she clicked her fingers, and time restarted. She stared happily at her ice cream, before eating it.
18year old April May had weird parents. They were environmentalists, with a fascination for the months. And lions, couldn't forget lions.
She barely even paused to think when she used the past tense about them now. They'd gone missing, presumed dead, when out on a trip with, surprisingly, lions. April just hoped they weren't hungry lions, at that.
Her dark caramel hair helped her blend in with the plant life and her, the dry stalks of long grass swaying with her movements. Her green-blue eyes watched the safari van.
She'd been out here, alone, in the African savannah, since her parents went missing 6 years ago. She didn't mind, really. The tribes and here knew her, as the one who brought the rains. That was the best translation, anyway.
She sighed, rolling over and letting a light cloud cover the sun, threatening rain. The safari van panicked,and drove off. She waved the cloud of, and closed her eyes.
The animals wouldn't bother her. They knew who she was, after all.
