Dark Fears
By: Silver
Chapter One: Death Is Theirs Part One
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the real Witch Hunter Robin Characters, but I do own the whole "Dark Fears" team, well blargh =O!!!! Enjoy and please tell me what you think :D thanks.
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World War III, how useless it was. It was like a plague, however, being hunted. But who's to say? My team was the ones hunting, not being hunted.
I was the leader of my team, B-chan. Dark Fears was the teams' name, killing the right thing was our game. Just was do I mean by the right thing? It means if seeds or witches have done wrong with their abilites, they are to be killed. However, if the army killed a 10-year-old seed (if the seed did nothing wrong with their powers, or accidently not know what they did), the army will feel my wraith,including my teams' wraith.
My brown eyes slendered some as someone knocked on my door. I was secluded in A room by myself, with lights always off, only a lamp to leave me light.
I sat up some, closing my eyes as some of my long, brown bangs of hair covered my face. My brown hair was long, too long. I had two ponytails that formed into one towards the end.
I wore a black, long overcoat,with a black vest, and black baggy jeans which had a shiny, silver chain attached to it.
"Come in," I said, lowly. My hands rested on my black desk.
The door opened slowly, as a tall, brown-haired male came in. He wore a grey shirt and dark blue pants. His blue eyes looked at me, as he turned towards me. It was Saifer. He was part of my team, he was a rookie.
"B-chan," he said, sharply, as his hands clenched into fists, "just this morning the army has killed even more seeds and witches."
"Did they have a reason to kill them?" I quietly asked.
Saifer slowly shook his head.
My eyes slendered more, growling lowly.
See what I mean? They kill without reason. Yet they ask for sympathy when me and my team arrive on the scene. But me? I'd kill them on the damned spot.
"Go tell the others to get read. We got some army retards to kill."
Saifer nodded and walked out.
On the streets I am known as "The Frost"...and everyone knows it well...
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Sorry for it being so short again. =/ I'll try to write more and stuff....; please R&R.
By: Silver
Chapter One: Death Is Theirs Part One
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the real Witch Hunter Robin Characters, but I do own the whole "Dark Fears" team, well blargh =O!!!! Enjoy and please tell me what you think :D thanks.
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World War III, how useless it was. It was like a plague, however, being hunted. But who's to say? My team was the ones hunting, not being hunted.
I was the leader of my team, B-chan. Dark Fears was the teams' name, killing the right thing was our game. Just was do I mean by the right thing? It means if seeds or witches have done wrong with their abilites, they are to be killed. However, if the army killed a 10-year-old seed (if the seed did nothing wrong with their powers, or accidently not know what they did), the army will feel my wraith,including my teams' wraith.
My brown eyes slendered some as someone knocked on my door. I was secluded in A room by myself, with lights always off, only a lamp to leave me light.
I sat up some, closing my eyes as some of my long, brown bangs of hair covered my face. My brown hair was long, too long. I had two ponytails that formed into one towards the end.
I wore a black, long overcoat,with a black vest, and black baggy jeans which had a shiny, silver chain attached to it.
"Come in," I said, lowly. My hands rested on my black desk.
The door opened slowly, as a tall, brown-haired male came in. He wore a grey shirt and dark blue pants. His blue eyes looked at me, as he turned towards me. It was Saifer. He was part of my team, he was a rookie.
"B-chan," he said, sharply, as his hands clenched into fists, "just this morning the army has killed even more seeds and witches."
"Did they have a reason to kill them?" I quietly asked.
Saifer slowly shook his head.
My eyes slendered more, growling lowly.
See what I mean? They kill without reason. Yet they ask for sympathy when me and my team arrive on the scene. But me? I'd kill them on the damned spot.
"Go tell the others to get read. We got some army retards to kill."
Saifer nodded and walked out.
On the streets I am known as "The Frost"...and everyone knows it well...
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Sorry for it being so short again. =/ I'll try to write more and stuff....; please R&R.