Young Justice:
THE CROW SAGA
Chapter Three: Broken Arrow
"Stupid parents..."
Arrowette, Cissie King-Jones, an olympian student by day, a Hero called Arrowette by night... at least over the summer. Her mother wanted the best for her, wanted her to be the best. Once she had though that becoming a super-hero was the way. Now Mrs. Jones wanted Cissie to be an Olympian. Next year it would probably be an sideshow performer, who knows.
Young Justice had gone out on a mission. She had not been allowed to come, she had had to go home. Stay safe. It's too dangerous.
"ARGH!"
Arrowette yelled in agony. She wanted to be a REAL hero, not just a sometimes backup, only there for the fun part. She was still in costume as she stormed through forest that was near her home. She leapt the back fence easy. Robin had been helping to train her before he left.
Now her mother was expecting her, but a lot earlier. Cissie, in anger, had spent some time practicing her moves and her aim with the trick arrows. So, not to awake her mother, she leapt onto a tree limb, then deftly scampered across the roof. Her mother would be expecting her to come in the hallway window which she used to use. Cissie simply slid into her room bay window. Previously this hadn't been openable, but she had found ways around that. She stepped into her room and gently replaced the removable pane of glass. She walked to her closet and took off her mask and bow. She reached to take off her red breastplate when she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This was common for 12 year olds, especially ones that hang with 16 and 17 year olds, but still.
She turned around and in the middle of her room was standing a man! He was dressed all in black. She looked around quickly. The pane to her room was laying there next to its open hole! She looked at the man again. He was in a cloak and hood. The wind blew softly and in the dim twilight she caught a glimpse of his right chestplate. It had a strange graywinged 'C' emblem.
"Who are you!?" Her voice caught in her throat and was only a whisper.
He just smiled, and rubbed the stubble on his chin. "Just consider me your future. All of it."
She backed away a bit, towards her weapons. In a flash, the Crow had attacked her, grabbing her and lifting her up in the air! She flipped with the move and spun him loose, she stopped in the middle of her room in a judo stance. He laughed.
Leaping into the air, Arrowette kicked at Crow's face. Crow leaned back and ran his hand over her leg. She landed in a fury and swept kicked at him. He hopped over it like he was playing double-dutch. Arrowette performed several kicks at Crow. He slid backwards, blocking the kicks with his legs. His hands never left his sides.
"How did you know I lived here!?" She yelled as she reached into her desk while doing a jump kick and grabbing a small crossbow. Crow laughed as he slid away from the jump kick. Arrowette had fired the crossbow three times before she hit the ground. She hopped up, all karate-like and stood, aiming the thing at him.
He stood there and smile as he removed a hand from his cloak. In it were three arrows. He had caught all three in the blink of an eye.
She gawked for a moment. Then her resolve firmed. She became angrier and more intense.
"You've invaded my home."
He nodded.
"You've invaded my room. My privacy. My freaking personal space."
He only gestured that this was true.
"I'm sending you to the hospital, tonight buster!"
She opened fire with various powerful arrows. The Crow became very active sliding sidewards and swinging his cape furiously. His cape moved the wind in such a way that the explosive arrows sailed out the small open window pane.
The backyard pool exploded, making Crow wonder what would've happened to the room.
The other arrows plunged through the window panes. An acid arrow, a net arrow, things like that weren't very impressive to Crow.
Even as the arrows were flying however, Arrowette had attack Crow with a slew of complicated kicks and punches. Crow blocked each and everyone, and in an opening he caught Arrowette's leg, tripped her up and then chokeslammed her against her own BSB poster.
"I'm sending you to the morgue."
Her eyes went bug-eyed as he choked her harder... she could barely eke out a small word?
"Why..."
He grinned even more evilly.
"Because I like you so much."
--
Mrs. Jones burst into her daughters room. For some odd reason, it was clean. Usually this room was a mess of disarray and dishevelment. Now it was spotless, organized, free of clutter.
This wonderful miracle was not what caught her attention. Her gaze was locked on her daughter. Cissie had been strung up in her room. An arrow had been imbedded in the ceiling, which her feet had been bound to. An arrow had also been bound to the floor, which her hands were tied to.
Mrs. Jones, rightfully, screamed at the top of her lungs.
THE CROW SAGA
Chapter Three: Broken Arrow
"Stupid parents..."
Arrowette, Cissie King-Jones, an olympian student by day, a Hero called Arrowette by night... at least over the summer. Her mother wanted the best for her, wanted her to be the best. Once she had though that becoming a super-hero was the way. Now Mrs. Jones wanted Cissie to be an Olympian. Next year it would probably be an sideshow performer, who knows.
Young Justice had gone out on a mission. She had not been allowed to come, she had had to go home. Stay safe. It's too dangerous.
"ARGH!"
Arrowette yelled in agony. She wanted to be a REAL hero, not just a sometimes backup, only there for the fun part. She was still in costume as she stormed through forest that was near her home. She leapt the back fence easy. Robin had been helping to train her before he left.
Now her mother was expecting her, but a lot earlier. Cissie, in anger, had spent some time practicing her moves and her aim with the trick arrows. So, not to awake her mother, she leapt onto a tree limb, then deftly scampered across the roof. Her mother would be expecting her to come in the hallway window which she used to use. Cissie simply slid into her room bay window. Previously this hadn't been openable, but she had found ways around that. She stepped into her room and gently replaced the removable pane of glass. She walked to her closet and took off her mask and bow. She reached to take off her red breastplate when she suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This was common for 12 year olds, especially ones that hang with 16 and 17 year olds, but still.
She turned around and in the middle of her room was standing a man! He was dressed all in black. She looked around quickly. The pane to her room was laying there next to its open hole! She looked at the man again. He was in a cloak and hood. The wind blew softly and in the dim twilight she caught a glimpse of his right chestplate. It had a strange graywinged 'C' emblem.
"Who are you!?" Her voice caught in her throat and was only a whisper.
He just smiled, and rubbed the stubble on his chin. "Just consider me your future. All of it."
She backed away a bit, towards her weapons. In a flash, the Crow had attacked her, grabbing her and lifting her up in the air! She flipped with the move and spun him loose, she stopped in the middle of her room in a judo stance. He laughed.
Leaping into the air, Arrowette kicked at Crow's face. Crow leaned back and ran his hand over her leg. She landed in a fury and swept kicked at him. He hopped over it like he was playing double-dutch. Arrowette performed several kicks at Crow. He slid backwards, blocking the kicks with his legs. His hands never left his sides.
"How did you know I lived here!?" She yelled as she reached into her desk while doing a jump kick and grabbing a small crossbow. Crow laughed as he slid away from the jump kick. Arrowette had fired the crossbow three times before she hit the ground. She hopped up, all karate-like and stood, aiming the thing at him.
He stood there and smile as he removed a hand from his cloak. In it were three arrows. He had caught all three in the blink of an eye.
She gawked for a moment. Then her resolve firmed. She became angrier and more intense.
"You've invaded my home."
He nodded.
"You've invaded my room. My privacy. My freaking personal space."
He only gestured that this was true.
"I'm sending you to the hospital, tonight buster!"
She opened fire with various powerful arrows. The Crow became very active sliding sidewards and swinging his cape furiously. His cape moved the wind in such a way that the explosive arrows sailed out the small open window pane.
The backyard pool exploded, making Crow wonder what would've happened to the room.
The other arrows plunged through the window panes. An acid arrow, a net arrow, things like that weren't very impressive to Crow.
Even as the arrows were flying however, Arrowette had attack Crow with a slew of complicated kicks and punches. Crow blocked each and everyone, and in an opening he caught Arrowette's leg, tripped her up and then chokeslammed her against her own BSB poster.
"I'm sending you to the morgue."
Her eyes went bug-eyed as he choked her harder... she could barely eke out a small word?
"Why..."
He grinned even more evilly.
"Because I like you so much."
--
Mrs. Jones burst into her daughters room. For some odd reason, it was clean. Usually this room was a mess of disarray and dishevelment. Now it was spotless, organized, free of clutter.
This wonderful miracle was not what caught her attention. Her gaze was locked on her daughter. Cissie had been strung up in her room. An arrow had been imbedded in the ceiling, which her feet had been bound to. An arrow had also been bound to the floor, which her hands were tied to.
Mrs. Jones, rightfully, screamed at the top of her lungs.