Hey Guys!
Sorry that I've been MIA, but between Stone Age technology, school, family crisis, etc., I've been BUSY. Anyways, now that I'm on my own (relatively), I can write again!
So here's chapter two, expect redo's of it, because honestly, I want to get to chapter three!
So, R and R, and I'm always free for requests!
Chapter 2 The Heist
Her fuchsia eyes light up the dark street way.
Her steps were strong, yet careful, fluid, yet forceful.
Hints of tears rose in her eyes, but she shook them away. A bright pink energy rose to the surrounding streetlights as each of their fragile glass bulbs shattered. The grey-skinned girl stopped at the corner, checking her surroundings one final time, preparing herself to do what she had sworn to avoid at all costs.
You've made me this way, she shuttered, you came with a smile and a rose, but left with my soul.
Her expression hinted at breaking down and giving in to the hopelessness that surrounded her, and she had thought of it too: returning to her former teammates or handing herself into the titans, but her spirit was too strong, and besides, she would only be the subject of hatred and suspicion, and she would rather be dead than return with what remained of the formerly proud villainess leader.
Her eyes narrowed, and she took one final breath before she approached the door. Her slender hand rested upon the handle as she exhaled fully, succumbing to her innate instinct that came with years of indescribably torturous training, of long, cold, hungry nights, and the lament of lost innocence. All of the drilling, solely for opportunities like these.
She pulled the door open, and headed straight to the main vault. She knew her way around the bank, as the HIVE Five had routinely made visits to this location. As a result, she needed only the gentle glow of her eyes to navigate through the rooms. She spotted a medium sized box that contained various trinkets with the bank advertised on them, and deciding to bring it along, sent a bolt of her jinxing energy to empty it, before heading around the corner to her destination.
She made short work of the vault, and securely packed the 10's, 20's, 50's, and 100's into the box she. As frail as she appeared, she managed to lift up the box, and grabbed a number of bank bags on her way out of the establishment.
She turned to look at her work one last time before exiting, unable to believe how easily she had just pulled off what was easily her single largest heist ever. She made her way to the nearest alley, her box secured in her arms. She scanned the area, and sensing no danger, she set the box down next to a dumpster.
She looked down at her violently shaking hands. Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears, she knew that she should feel relieved, proud even, but she hated everything: her life, herself, the world, and, most importantly, HIM.
But she had done it, she had broken her vowel to not only herself but to the fast talking red head as well, and now here she was, her feelings of fear and hatred morphing into a feeling of overcoming, and self-reliance. Her eyes flashed brightly for a second, and a glimpse of the old, independent girl whom she used to be returned for that brief monent, only to fade back into her beaten state.
She may be broken in body, but her spirit still lived on. She quickly separated her heavy load into the bags before heading off once more into the night.