Trigger Warning(s): Mentions of suicide, negative thoughts, unwanted sexual advances, and violence. If you wish to skip scenes that involve this subject matter, the subheading will be led by an asterisk (*). As always, if you need to talk to anyone regarding this subject matter (or rather any life struggles), my inbox is always open. That being said: Happy Readings!
* Blüdhaven City - Happy Grove Apartments
September 12, 2017
17:30
Noah watched with an idle eye as Logan and Sam boarded the jet quietly, the two at a nearly comical distance from one another as Sam strode to the cockpit at a swift speed. His longer legs seemed to glide over the narrow pathway easily, which was a stark difference from how the younger boy entered from behind. It almost pained the necromancer to see the struggle in Logan's hands as he attempted to subdue their trembling, his eyes focused heavily on the jet's flooring as he quietly, and slowly, walked past Noah and towards a different aisle's seat.
God, he looks like shit, Noah noted internally as he scrutinized the somewhat red twinge to the medic's already glossed-over eyes. This was different, in Noah's opinion, than the usual pain that the team experienced daily on missions—after all, the pain that was etched on the medic's face couldn't be resolved with stitches, pain killers, or Victoria's ever-so-famous favorite Jello cups. Sadly, it was more intense, and Noah hadn't the heart to confess to Logan that he knew of the boy's personal history and that he was more than willing to provide comfort if needed after what he had just seen.
After all, how do you walk up to a person and say, "I illegally went through your expunged records and came across three hospital records from when you repeatedly tried to kill yourself; I am really sorry I invaded your privacy, but I want you to talk to me more about it in great detail. Trust me, it's for your own benefit"? Noah couldn't help but sigh at the thought, his own anxiety bubbling up and sitting deep inside of his stomach. He knew that if the roles were reversed, he would be furious.
Would I though? Noah's thoughts continued to ramble, his gaze losing sight of what was originally his focus, and zeroed in on the shaking of his own hands displayed out in front of him. I know I had my own demons... I know I am my own main demon in life. If it hadn't been for Charlotte... at even the slightest recollection of his empath girlfriend, the ends of his lips curled up slightly, despite the haunting memory that was appearing ahead of him.
Noah's leg bobbed up and down repeatedly as he sat, his actions slow in spite of their anxious reasonings. The same thoughts kept reiterating in his head, the words haunting him no matter how much he attempted to escape them: monster, worthless, outcast. Those were amongst the most favorable of the necromancer's harsh taunts, and yet they still sent shivers of angst down his spine. That's all he will ever be and that's all that anyone will ever see him as—a worthless monster who's better off dead.
Noah soon lost track of how long he had sat upon the lunch table's benches; however, it had been long enough for his tears to slowly be dripping from off his face, his head downcast so that passerbys wouldn't have to observe his shame. Pathetically enough, in Noah's opinion, study hall for him had easily become the only point of his day where he was left alone, and whenever he was alone, he had these thoughts. Every other moment was filled with some member of the Wayne clan or another or spent with an abundant amount of his rich kid peers, both of which he felt ostracised from. The Waynes, although kind, were nothing like Noah. They all were strong, both physically and mentally but above that, they were born heroes from the start, but Noah? Noah was somehow the only superpowered hero amongst the vigilantes, and he still did not measure up to them. He was slow and weak.
I am slow and weak, and fucking pathetic. No matter how hard I try to run from that fact, I'm still nothing but a monster. Sooner or later Jason will find that out, and I'll be back on the streets again. Noah's thoughts were loud, and his head pounded in unbelievable pain. Maybe I should just en—
"Hey there!" The timbre of a pleasant girl interrupted Noah from his thoughts, his head whipping up to scrutinize where the sound had come from. It was the same girl from before, the one who had fought off his schoolyard bully for him. He wiped at his eyes.
"Uh, hey?" His voice failed to be confident, and his eyes were still glassy from unshed tears. If he hadn't already been detailing how worthless he was, Noah might have started after that.
"I'm not going to bother asking you if you're okay, because obviously you're not, but," she paused in her sentence to watch as the necromancer stared at her in bewilderment, his face red in embarrassment, "I'll give you two options. One, you talk about what's wrong or two, you can come and help me with decorating for the fundraiser tonight and get your mind off it."
The duo sat in idle silence for a moment as Noah gathered his bearings. Then, with a small voice, Noah answered, "Two sounds nice."
It seemed weird now for the raven-haired boy to imagine life without Charlotte in it. It sometimes appeared as if the only positive memories he obtained throughout his life were, in one way or another, related back to the empath. That isn't all that surprising though, Noah internally narrated with a brief scoff, between murdered parents and being tortured and starved on the streets of Gotham, I didn't have the time, or the opportunity, for much happiness.
"Are you alright, Noah?" Logan's voice, despite being calm and quiet, startled the necromancer out of his unwinding thought process, his head shooting up as if there was imminent danger before the two. Instead of being met with more cascading blood and perhaps even Death himself though, Noah's eyes only ventured back upon Logan.
Noah, without missing another beat, smiled lightly at the older man, the tightness surrounding the knuckles in his right hand easing as he spoke, "I am. I'm just a bit tired is all." There was a pause after Noah's words, the air surrounding the two thick. Honestly, it wouldn't have surprised the diviner whatsoever if Logan had caught the lie.
And despite the overall drama surrounding Sam recently, Noah would have given anything at that moment for the eldest to intervene as Logan feigned a similar faux smile.
* Midway City - Destinee's Underground Night Club
September 12, 2017
18:13
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Victoria snarled out from under her breath impatiently, her fists curled together tightly by her sides. With a resounding grunt, she shoved the man before her into the corresponding supply closet, slamming the door quickly shut behind them both.
The music, which was no longer at a deafening volume for the archer, still played idly in the background, but she paid it no mind as her 'date' pressed his body against hers roughly. Unbothered by the sudden change in environment, he recovered quickly and, with a smirk, played with the bottom lining hem of her shirt, "I like where this is going."
Kneeing him in the groin with enough force to double him over by his midsection, Victoria gripped him by his short brown locks and whispered into his ear, "Touch me again and the only place you'll be going to is the morgue. Is that understood?"
He nodded frantically then, confusion hidden in his eyes as the girl who had seemingly been flirting with him for the past hour or so suddenly grew angry. With a venomous glare, she yanked him back up to her eye level by her fistful of hair. "Alright, I'm glad we can come to an agreement. Now tell me what you know about Killer Frost."
"I-" he began, before cutting himself off with a perplexed sound, "-what? Frost?"
Victoria didn't reiterate her question, but applied pressure to a spot right behind his left ear, causing him to howl in pain. "Fuck, okay, I'll tell you what you want to know you crazy bitch. Just let me get up," he sneered up at Victoria, looking at her through his eyelashes, his face tight with pain. Although the archer seized her grip slightly, her hand still rested behind his ear dangerously.
"Frost. Where is she?" The Italian all but growled once again.
"Right now? She's probably with her new accomplice," the man informed her through a pained hiss, "The crew working with her call him Death."
Despite the fact that the benefactor beneath her had still been talking, Victoria found it difficult to ignore the sudden ringing in her ears, and the panic that had bubbled up from deep within her stomach. She had tried, to the best of her abilities, to ignore Death's threat to her, but she had been unable to, and the recall of his name only brought forth her initial fear.
It was like clock work from there: her initial panic brought about phantom pains in her thigh from being shot at, followed closely behind by the daunting memories of the fear simulation. This, once again, brought her back to her panic—a vicious cycle that appeared endless.
With a spine curling shiver, the archer attempted to regain focus onto what her date had been saying, but it proved fruitless. He had stopped his rant moments before, his head bowed down and hanging limply from Victoria's arm. She hadn't noticed that she was pressing firmly onto his pressure point again, and apparently was deaf to his whines of pain, right until this moment.
She cursed quietly, before dropping him down towards the concrete flooring.
Get it to-fucking-gether Sage Victoria internally chastised as she escaped the confines of the musky supply closet. Everyone else dealt with Death just the same; hell, three of us are currently dealing with him.
At the thought of Noah, Logan, and Sam, the girl grew even more anxious. She didn't mean to sound snarky, or even bitchy, but she had always hoped that more capable individuals, or even more individuals, would be accessing the scene with such an iconic villain. She took a steady breath in.
I'm panicking for no reason. There's no way that I'm more fit for the mission than both Noah or Logan, especially considering one of them helped train me.
Victoria wheezed harshly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as air stirred uncomfortably in her lungs. With an extra heave, she sprung back up to her feet, her arms rising in front of her in order to better protect her from the onslaught of attacks.
"You have passion, I'll give you that," Logan's Russian accent spoke clearly, a vacancy of fatigue displayed in his own body as he reset himself to once again go over the maneuver. "But you're still too slow," he further informed. Despite the context of his words, there was no malice laced behind them.
"I'm trying my best," Victoria explained, her feet moving sluggishly around the ring as she spoke. "And I don't get why any of this matters. No one fights like this but you."
Logan's stance faltered briefly, his head now cocked to favor his left side exponentially. "No one fights like this except trained professionals. In order to understand how to beat them, you have to understand how they move."
"I understand tha-" Victoria started, her hands dropping to her sides as she glanced out towards the sidelines, her expression staggering as both McKenzie and Black Canary watched them expertly. Black Canary held up a hand to stop her.
"Throw a kick at him," the Justice Leaguer commanded, her eyes never leaving Victoria's sweat stained face. With a hesitant pause, Victoria's eyes flashed over towards the older boy, her expression wild. Throughout this entire time, she had yet been advised to hit him—to be honest, the only true trained sparring she had done has been with either Dinah or McKenzie, the latter of the two no longer being able to keep up with the archer.
With an excited nod, she spun back around to face the soldier, before running ahead to aim a kick up towards his face. In a flash, he had moved her foot down to rest against his right shoulder, before bringing his opposite leg up over hers. Then, with force she didn't know was humanly possible in such a short spur of time, he moved his left foot to her other shoulder, rotated his hips back towards the left, and brought her to the floor. He was on top of her instantly, his legs still fixated in pinning the girl down.
"So why did you kick him in the face?" Black Canary asked curiously as she entered the arena, her short walk stopping at the tail end of the two. Victoria gaped at her in confusion, her voice high-pitched as she sputtered out lamely.
"You told me to!"
Logan eased on some of the pressure he had been applying to her shoulder then as the esteemed fighter bent down to both of their levels, her face pointed downwards to survey the archer's face.
"No, I said to kick him, and-," Black Canary paused as she held out her hand for Victoria to grab hold of, "You said you understood your opponent. If you were actually paying attention to him, you would have kicked right above his right knee. He has a weak point there."
With a stubborn glint in her eye, Victoria looked back down at Logan. Then, with a toughened but determined expression, she spoke, "Reset. We are going until I get this right."
Once again, the young archer took no notice in her surroundings, nor did she notice that Dani had approached her from the opposite side of the club. Between her dubious fits of panic, she had returned to the dance floor with the others, and she assumed it was only appropriate that the ex-assassin be the first to greet her.
"Hey," Dani called out as she neared the brunette, a drink in her hand, "Where did you run off to?" Her tone was surprisingly caring, which somewhat startled the older girl.
"I was hoping to get some information from my so-called date. All I've learned though was that the December storm definitely started in October," Victoria left out the part in which she was actually gaining more intel, but had panicked too much at the thought of Death. Even now, she struggled to even call out his code name.
I'm pathetic. My team is better off without me here. Someone else could have gotten that information if I hadn't knocked him unconscious. The words kept spiraling in Victoria's mind, even as she tried to shake them away. With a cautious look, Victoria attempted eye contact with Dani again, as if that would ground her to the present time.
"Sounds like we are having a similar night," the ex-assassin said, her drink now being brought back up towards her lips. With a quick swing, she brought it back down effortlessly, her gaze dropping Victoria's. "Hopefully some of the others are having better luck, because at this point I'm close to breaking someone's nose."
Victoria snorted at the thought. "Oh, trust me, I understand that feeling entirely."
The two stood there in comfortable silence then, the harsh music refilling Victoria's head and blocking out her own negative thoughts ironically. It seemed at that moment, especially after hearing Dani laugh for the first time since Victoria had met her, not everything was bad. In fact, Victoria would actually argue the latter, even after nearly faulting in a near panic attack. She would do anything to hear the lightness in Dani again, and even more to see the young ex-assassin smile.
Dani raised her drink then in a faux toast, a slight smirk on her lips as she spoke, "To hopefully breaking noses then."
* Mount Justice
September 12, 2017
18:15
"So, let me get this straight," Angel began, his fingers pinching the bridge of his low nose in aggravation and disbelief, "The girls outsmarted you in a span of five minutes because you were too busy looking for Tylenol?" Then, with a much deeper sigh, Angel continued, "And you somehow didn't even find the Tylenol, but ibuprofen?"
Oliver threw his hands up angrily at Angel's question, his glare harsh on the water-powered teen's figure as he spoke, "It isn't my fault that the Tylenol wasn't where I last saw it!"
"That isn't the fucking point! I don't give a shit about the medication, you dumbass!" Angel hollered, a vein now pressed to the skin of his neck in frustration at Oliver's oblivious antics; his hands now also being thrown up in equal exasperation to the technician's.
Oliver took a daring step forwards, his wavering hand now clenched into a fist by his side and a finger pointed out and towards the Mexican teen, "You're the one who brought it up, asshole!"
With an annoyed, but tired, sigh, Raja cut through the two's anger with a monotone mutter, his stance similar to Angel's previous one, "Why are you two screaming about the medication still? I feel like it isn't nearly as big of a deal as you two are making it out to be."
Almost instantly, Raja regretted his interjection as the two younger boys continued their hollering, both pointing another childish accusatory finger at the other. In a flash it seemed as if the two boys switched over to squirreling in Spanish, which left Raja alone in the known dialect of English as he began to distance himself from their unknown words.
Just my luck, I'm stuck here at the cave with two of the most dramatic members of this team, Raja thought with a brief eyeroll, his head doing its absolute best to shut out the yelling ahead of him. And they can't seem to stop fucking yelling, he added as he brought a hand up to his throbbing temple.
The Indian teen sighed once more, before leaning forward to gather the leftover mission brief from the table out in front of him. He had to admit though that it was quite difficult to focus on the words in front of his eyes with the hollering occuring around him. If I didn't mind the yelling and blaming, I wouldn't have moved out of my house. This is a nightmare, with that thought in mind, the man stood up and made a move towards the bathroom in attempts to get some peace.
"Are you joking?" The air surrounding the small family had been thick and cold, a lack of compassion evident in the room as the eldest man sneered out towards his only son. The two stood mere inches apart, the younger staring down at his father pointedly.
Then, with a confident breath of air, Raja raised his head, his arms crossing over his chest defensively as his jaw tightened. There was no quiver, no fear, and despite the fact that Raja had been sure that he could hear his own heartbeat fluctuating in his ears, the only sound he chose to listen to was the anger leaving his father's mouth.
"Is this you wanting attention?" His father snapped, his voice only escalating in volume when Raja chose not to answer the initial question. Once again Raja's jaw went tight as his teeth clenched together, his body almost preparing for a physical altercation.
"Amer, please-" The sudden plea of his mother caused Raja to drop his gaze down to her.
She placed a tentative hand on her husband's shoulder then, and Raja tried his best to ignore her fear and quiver that was evident in her own shaking hand.
Just like before though, the eldest in the room squared his body once more, a hiss escaping out of his throat as he jabbed a finger into his son's chest. "You don't ever say that again, you understand me? You take that to your grave."
Raja took in a wavering breath, a great contrast to his initial reaction. He had been sure then that anxiety was forming in his lungs. "I-" he had began, his fists clenching and unclenching from their position across his chest, a surge of pride suddenly coming out before he could stop it, "-I can't."
Everything had turned silent then as the entire house went still. His mother, with wild eyes from behind Raja's father, took a step back and placed a hand over her mouth, a soft cry leaving her lips. Another beat passed as the anger continued to settle, before his father retorted to this statement, "Your mother and I have far more important things to worry about right now rather than your confusion. I have a dying daughter, your sister, and you want me to focus on the fact that you like boys?"
Raja looked at his father in disbelief and bewilderment then, anger seizing in his chest far greater than he could have ever anticipated. He had expected many things when he originally decided to tell his parents about his bisexuality, but the low blow of bringing his baby sister into the conversation was not one of them.
His eyes snapped over to his mother for the second time that night.
And immediately she looked down at their hardwood flooring, her hand still resting against her face—her distraught, disgusted, and disappointed face.
Raja swallowed deeply, his chest now just as tight as his jaw. "Well then," he bit back his tongue then in efforts to not react on his homicidal anger, his legs taking him further from his family then he would have ever wanted, "-mother," he waited until she lifted her head up, but it never occured. Another swallow. "I'm sorry."
He fled his home then, and didn't bother looking back once.
It wasn't long before Angel and Oliver's screaming had suddenly quieted down, the two's words being hushed as the remainder of their team entered the living quarters. The duo looked at one another guiltily then, before making eye contact with Sam, who had been at the lead.
The red-haired man sighed then as he stared between them, his words tired as he asked, "Do I even want to know why you two are yelling at one another now?"
For a hesitant moment, Angel's breath left his lungs, a swirl of disappointment pooling in his stomach as he stared off at the older man whom he considered his closest ally just earlier that night. It was odd for the hispanic boy to be quiet, and even more odd for his silence to be the result of Sam and Noah just standing next to one another.
This is unfair. That should have been me on that mission with Sam. Him and I are squad partners, not Sam and Noah or Sam and Logan, Angel thought with jealousy. Despite his thinking though, his heart felt something different, and it wasn't in Sam's favor. Through it all, Angel knew that if Sam had a choice in the matter, Angel would be the last team member he would have brought along with him.
Oh, and it hurt Angel greatly to have realized this now, I'm nothing but a last resort to Sam…
Before either of them could respond coherently however, or even for Angel to take in a deeper breath to calm his upset thoughts, Raja rejoined the group in the living quarters, his expression relieved as he noticed that his teammates had returned from their 'dangerous' mission intact.
"Your kids were misbehaving," Raja retorted humorously towards the new group, his words moreso directed at Logan rather than Sam or Noah, who both stood there quietly with pointed looks at the so-called kids in question.
Angel chose to ignore the wording, and ignore the fact that Sam glanced over at him with displeasure hidden in his icy eyes then. It was a quiet anger, Angel was sure of it, as the ginger shook his head disapprovingly and sighed once more.
With elevated eyebrows, Logan glanced back over at the others, making brief eye contact with Angel before landing its way onto Oliver. There was a lack of disapproval or annoyance, which Angel was suddenly grateful for.
Another moment passed by briefly then as the unsaid words finally sunk into the environment, the worry of the mission finally coming up.
It was Oliver who spoke first, his shoulder colliding into Angel's playfully as he stepped forward, the smaller of the two lightly shuddering in return as Oliver proded, "So I take it you guys didn't see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scary on your mission tonight?"
With a humorless retort, Sam shook his head, his hands busying themselves with removing his outer garments as he spoke, "No, which I anticipated; however, the victim gave insight into a possible connection between Dr. Frost and Death-"
He was interrupted in his sentence as Noah huffed out a somewhat bitter laugh, his eyebrows furrowing downwards towards his violet eyes as he continued the conversation for Sam, "That's one way to say it, although possible wouldn't exactly be my choice of words for it. The victim confirmed it."
Noah's tone was the same bitter throughout his statement, before eventually being squashed down as he stomached his feelings. His gaze, which was initially cold and angry at the thought of Killer Frost and Death, grew soft. He could be angry all he wanted in private, but by the looks of everyone in the room, he knew he needed to be the calmer individual.
Sam hummed in return then, his dismissal of Noah's words quick and effortless.
The same negative thinking from earlier returned to Noah then, the feeling of being selfish arising in him as he recalled Logan's earlier panic. In attempts to change the topic completely, Noah spun away from his squad, both of which were still staring at him with worried eyes. With a cough, Noah asked, "How is Lotte getting along with everyone?"
At the mention of a girl, Oliver rubbed at his neck awkwardly. "They're gone," he muttered out lamely, a sly but awkward grin gracing his lips as he absorbed the new confusion.
Midway City - Destinee's Underground Night Club
September 12, 2017
19:03
Alyn fauxed an understanding smile as her most recent date abandoned her side, his legs taking him across the club to dance with a different girl. At this point in her night, Alyn figured she might want to switch up strategies, as most of the men she had encountered had not been interested in talking about the working lives.
Which is understandable, Alyn excused, if I was a lowlife criminal I wouldn't be too proud to announce it. Especially if I was a grown man out ranked by a sixteen year old. At the thought of Dani and her ex-assassin life, the mother's eyes scanned the large club in attempts to locate her, watching as the said teenager poured a shot into an expensive looking decorative vase with a fake smile plastered onto her face.
Yessenia smirked confidently as she pinned McKenzie onto the floor, her hands wrapped around the smaller girl's wrists expertly as her shin barred the girl's legs in place. With a victorious cry, she released on the tension quickly.
"You released too early," Dani grumbled from her seat in the arena, her hands busying themselves with resharpening her body knives, "Just because she's down doesn't mean she will stay down." Her eyes had yet to leave their original position on her hands, her ears doing all of the general work of criticizing her newly found teammates.
Her words came from a place of experience though, previous fights that have been both won and lost filtering throughout her head as she debated the holding time. Even cursed thoughts such as 'you didn't truly incapacitate the enemy' following suit. She knew, just like she knew the holding time, that Batman would have thrown her in prison if he had known that in that moment she was pondering the best way to kill each teammate.
But that's why I don't spar, Dani thought, because you don't get rid of training to kill that easily, even if you don't want to kill anymore.
"I'm a warrior-" Yessenia started, annoyance filling her veins quickly as she was being judged by someone she did not properly know.
"And I'm an assassin," Dani had interrupted, her voice sharp but dull all at once, "An assassin who has incapacitated every target she's been given." There was a second of silence as the two stared each other down, Yessenia's gaze losing its hardness as she took in Dani's words, "And you released too early."
With a brief glance back at McKenzie, who stood there awkwardly with her hands crossed over her chest, Yessenia nodded firmly, not quite pleased with the fight's outcome anymore. "How long should I have my opponent pinned then?" She had asked, her tone moreso questioning than anything else.
Dani, whilst placing her knife back into its holster quickly, retorted coldly, "As long as it takes for you to make sure they won't be getting back up anytime soon."
The scruffy bartender leaned over the wooden bar's counter suddenly then, his face meer inches away from Alyn's own nose as he slid her a small glass, which was presumably filled with alcohol,and a dark one at that. With an equally used voice to his appearance, he said, "The gentleman over there bought you a drink. Enjoy."
At the word of gentleman, the bartender tilted his head to the opposite end of the bar, where a mousey individual sat slumped over his own drink.
His fingers, which looked to be stained a light hued blue, curled around the glass of his own drink as he cheered her, beckoning Alyn towards him with his free hand. If it had not been for the fact that Alyn was on a mission to obtain valuable information, she might have ignored his invitation; however, Alyn soon found herself playing musical chairs, her position now seated in the barstool towards his left.
"You drink?" He asked her immediately, his eyes flickering quizzically towards Alyn's still full glass. He met her eyes once more, his drunken green meeting her observant brown. For the millionth time that night, Alyn put on a fake smile, her voice going higher.
"Not without a partner," she lied, her position mirroring his. Her right leg crossed over her left then, and she leaned forward in the slightest. "Although I'm curious, why did you buy me a drink?"
He chuckled a bitter laugh before he answered her question, his drink suddenly looking more empty than it was moments before. "You looked like you needed it," he paused to take another swig of his drink then, a look of pain crossing his features. Despite his reaction though, his grin returned as he looked back over at the Turkish woman, "Any reason why you're asking after Killer Frost?" His question caught her off guard, so much so that the young hero almost debated fleeing. Instead, she gathered her cool, her smile not leaving her face.
"I'm just looking for work," The woman explained as she tried to ignore how dry her mouth was suddenly becoming, "Heard she was back in business and wanted in."
He snorted in disbelief. "You're an awful liar, you know that?"
"Fine," Alyn sighed, her head now resting on her propped up hand as her next lie rolled off her tongue easily, "She used to be my old TA for chemistry back in university. I need my old notes to cure my little sister's disease." For a moment she looked sheepish, as if she was embarrassed by her on-the-fly fake backstory. In an extra effort to sell him her story, her eyes got a bit watery along the bottom line.
"No shit, huh?" He retorted back, his eyes somewhat wide. He shook his head then, "Well, I'm sorry that none of these pricks are helping you out."
Alyn chuckled briefly as she waved her hand in the air dismissively. She assumed that this stranger had probably watched her get hit on all night, and with that, probably knew of a couple of men who had 'accidentally' groped parts of her body. She had taken it all for the sake of the mission, and it finally looked like it was going to pay off.
"Snow's at the docks right now, right by Lake Michigan," he finished his drink after stating that, his head bowed down to look at his still-blue fingers, the color now creeping up to the rest of him. "Be careful though. I hope you are who you say you are, otherwise you're looking at a slow and cold death," his words were kind despite their connotation.
With that said, he stood up and made his way over towards the bathroom, but Alyn didn't care that her most recent date left—she got her intel. With a soft smile, Alyn signaled to her fellow team that it was time to rendezvous.
It wasn't long before the remainder of the girls received Alyn's subtle signal, her dark brown hair now pinned back into a bun atop her head silently. It had been an innocent enough prompt that deceived all speculation from the abundant amount of criminals celebrating at the club, and for that the mother could not have been more grateful.
She watched as the others slowly started pulling their hair into complete ponytails and buns then, the first being Charlotte. After the witch, Yessenia and Dani followed suit, all exiting the bar with smirks.
Angel had stated that I only updated late on Monday nights, and I never really believed her until now. Nevertheless, I hope you all enjoyed the update and are managing to stay safe and healthy during this pandemic. Also, I can assure you that the next update will somehow manage to be both more intense and more lighthearted, and will focus on each character in detail.
As always, my inbox is open to you all if anything in this chapter or previous was triggering. If not, I recommend 7cups as an anonymous way to receive help. That being said, here are the exiting questions:
1. Any updates on your OC's suit that you want me to know about? Is their current suit an update on a past one? Any updates to the weapons or materials that they carry?
2. What's the worst thing that's ever happened to your OC on a mission? How did this affect them and will it continue to affect them in future missions?
3. Which character's death would hit your OC the most? The least?