Newcomer: Volume 1- Introduction ---------------Hi. I had an idea for a story. You all are probably mad at me because I keep publishing and not updating right? Well, I seem to be overcome with an overactive imagination.....It feels like a disease. It's a new story. See if you like it.
Chapter-One---Rain ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was raining. A lightning bolt, filled with plasma, streaked across the sky, illuminating the city below.
She watched. A teenage boy on the streets below her was fighting a tough looking man who wasn't giving up. However surprisingly skinny the boy was, he was still putting up quite a fight.
"Come on. I know you're holding back. Why won't you fight me?"
"Because that's what your inmates are for..."
The conversation between the two rivals would have been muffled and impossible to distinguish from the thunder, but this girl had enhanced senses and could easily see and hear the fight as though she was on the ground with them. She carefully interweaved herself through the beams of the construction site, getting closer and closer. She had absolute grace and poise. Her movement ceased and she positioned herself comfortabley again, slightly moving back and forth until her feet were secure. The small, leather sheath that she kept her knifes in was conciderably darker than before and her black t-shirt and pants stuck to her slim figure as she bent over. The rain welded with her hair transformed it into drenched locks that hung darkly around her shoulders and back. Pieces of it hung in her face and a certain astray hair streaked across her nose. She wiped it off.
The words were clearer now. More distinguished than before. She couldn't believe she was this close to him.
The skinny boy punched the older man who looked like he could have squashed the pulp out of his rival. The jet-black hair of the teenager had lost some of the spunk it had when it was dry and some pieces of it twindled around his ears and stuck to his forehead. He breathed hard and his face was covered in a coating of rainwater. Some of it dripped off his pointy chin, but most of it took to the air as he flung a kick at his opponent.
"You're...tougher than I thought. I underestimated you." The older nemesis yelled, stopping only to wipe off the blood that seeped from his nose and examine it on his thumb.
"Most people do."
He was fighting solo, for tonight at least. He normally went into combat with four other teenagers. All that protected the city.
The girl was desperate to be a part of them. The boy bent over to catch his breath. His enemy took this as an opportunity for attack. He launched himself at the unknowing teen.
The girl knew this was the time for action. She leaped from her perch and fell, heading straight for the unsuspecting attacker. There was a flash of lightning nearby and the older man looked up. Only to realize that he was also being ambushed unwillingly. The girl came down with her leg extended and ended by giving the balding man a kick in the face. She landed gracefully with a hop and looked over her shoulder.
"What the-?" the older man stammered. The girl flipped into a spiral kick with rain flying off her and flung the man to the ground. She took out one of her knifes that lay on her hip and twirled it around her finger. Obviously, she had skills with these because she didn't seem to even think about what she was doing with it. She stopped it, pointed it down and seered her eyes into the mans own. The man looked up and saw the knife along with her expresssion.
"Don't!" The girl looked up, startled. Rain flew from her face.
"Don't do it." She sheathed her foot long knife again.
"I wasn't going to." She kicked the older man in the face and knocked him out. He fell into his happy world with a groan.
"Wh-who are you?" the boy asked, wiping his face clear of the water, only to have it quickly replaced.
"Why does that matter?"
"Tell me your name!" he demanded desperately, his voice cracking slightly. No reply came back.
"Why did...why did you help me?"
"Because, you needed help," she said plainly. "If you excuse me, I really need to g-" The boy grabbed her arm. She glanced at where he had offended her and followed his arm all the way up to his eyes.
"Tell me...your name." She met his gaze. There was a pause, in which all you could hear was the sound of the rain pouring around them. The water from the sky soaked them even more.
"I will," she said. "When we meet again." He felt a jerk on his arm. He looked down only to realize that his hand was not connected to her forearm any longer. He looked up again. She had disappeared.
He sighed, looking around. His finger pressed a button on his belt that would call the police to the location of the event. They would then reprimand the criminal. He turned around and walked away. Another lightning bolt streaked across the sky. The girl was standing on the construction site again looking straight at the boy. Then she looked towards his destination. The island was bathed in sunlight once more. The storm had ceased at that part of the city, but was still going strong downtown.
His gloved hand ran through his hair in frustration as he headed back to Titans Tower.
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titan009- Well? What do you think? Please review!!!
Chapter-One---Rain ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was raining. A lightning bolt, filled with plasma, streaked across the sky, illuminating the city below.
She watched. A teenage boy on the streets below her was fighting a tough looking man who wasn't giving up. However surprisingly skinny the boy was, he was still putting up quite a fight.
"Come on. I know you're holding back. Why won't you fight me?"
"Because that's what your inmates are for..."
The conversation between the two rivals would have been muffled and impossible to distinguish from the thunder, but this girl had enhanced senses and could easily see and hear the fight as though she was on the ground with them. She carefully interweaved herself through the beams of the construction site, getting closer and closer. She had absolute grace and poise. Her movement ceased and she positioned herself comfortabley again, slightly moving back and forth until her feet were secure. The small, leather sheath that she kept her knifes in was conciderably darker than before and her black t-shirt and pants stuck to her slim figure as she bent over. The rain welded with her hair transformed it into drenched locks that hung darkly around her shoulders and back. Pieces of it hung in her face and a certain astray hair streaked across her nose. She wiped it off.
The words were clearer now. More distinguished than before. She couldn't believe she was this close to him.
The skinny boy punched the older man who looked like he could have squashed the pulp out of his rival. The jet-black hair of the teenager had lost some of the spunk it had when it was dry and some pieces of it twindled around his ears and stuck to his forehead. He breathed hard and his face was covered in a coating of rainwater. Some of it dripped off his pointy chin, but most of it took to the air as he flung a kick at his opponent.
"You're...tougher than I thought. I underestimated you." The older nemesis yelled, stopping only to wipe off the blood that seeped from his nose and examine it on his thumb.
"Most people do."
He was fighting solo, for tonight at least. He normally went into combat with four other teenagers. All that protected the city.
The girl was desperate to be a part of them. The boy bent over to catch his breath. His enemy took this as an opportunity for attack. He launched himself at the unknowing teen.
The girl knew this was the time for action. She leaped from her perch and fell, heading straight for the unsuspecting attacker. There was a flash of lightning nearby and the older man looked up. Only to realize that he was also being ambushed unwillingly. The girl came down with her leg extended and ended by giving the balding man a kick in the face. She landed gracefully with a hop and looked over her shoulder.
"What the-?" the older man stammered. The girl flipped into a spiral kick with rain flying off her and flung the man to the ground. She took out one of her knifes that lay on her hip and twirled it around her finger. Obviously, she had skills with these because she didn't seem to even think about what she was doing with it. She stopped it, pointed it down and seered her eyes into the mans own. The man looked up and saw the knife along with her expresssion.
"Don't!" The girl looked up, startled. Rain flew from her face.
"Don't do it." She sheathed her foot long knife again.
"I wasn't going to." She kicked the older man in the face and knocked him out. He fell into his happy world with a groan.
"Wh-who are you?" the boy asked, wiping his face clear of the water, only to have it quickly replaced.
"Why does that matter?"
"Tell me your name!" he demanded desperately, his voice cracking slightly. No reply came back.
"Why did...why did you help me?"
"Because, you needed help," she said plainly. "If you excuse me, I really need to g-" The boy grabbed her arm. She glanced at where he had offended her and followed his arm all the way up to his eyes.
"Tell me...your name." She met his gaze. There was a pause, in which all you could hear was the sound of the rain pouring around them. The water from the sky soaked them even more.
"I will," she said. "When we meet again." He felt a jerk on his arm. He looked down only to realize that his hand was not connected to her forearm any longer. He looked up again. She had disappeared.
He sighed, looking around. His finger pressed a button on his belt that would call the police to the location of the event. They would then reprimand the criminal. He turned around and walked away. Another lightning bolt streaked across the sky. The girl was standing on the construction site again looking straight at the boy. Then she looked towards his destination. The island was bathed in sunlight once more. The storm had ceased at that part of the city, but was still going strong downtown.
His gloved hand ran through his hair in frustration as he headed back to Titans Tower.
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titan009- Well? What do you think? Please review!!!
