Hi. I'm going to keep my author's not a little shorter than usual because I want to address the reviews I received, mostly because I'm being to lazy to email everyone back. Also I want to thank everyone for all the support I have received on this story. All the reviews have only made me want to continue writing more. I have most of chapter six done, so depending on how many reviews I get. . . you get the picture, right? Okay, on to the reviews:
To SladeRavenFan: Thank you so much! I want to make sure that the people who do review, know that I appreciate and love all my reviews and that reading a good review can usually make my day. So thank you. :)
To NotToAnyoneButMe: I do love my cliffhangers. :D Anyways, interesting idea. Might just use it. :)
To TheDreamChaser: I honestly can't figure out who I feel worse for: Raven or Robin. Raven can't remember a thing and has to be stuck with everyone pressuring her to believe them. But Robin, he knows everythin, and he has to deal with his best friend not remembering him. Pretty sucky situations for them both. Interesting, I hadn't thought of pulling her into this... that's actually a pretty cool idea to think about. Hmmmm...
To Smiles-X-Giggles: Yay! While I allow anonymous reviews because I believe everyone deserves to give their opinion, it's easier when people have accounts because usually I just email them instead of bothering writing on here. I'm only doing it now because I am lazy. Sad but true.
In your review when you were like 'it IS just like Terra all over again... except the differences...' I cracked up laughing. Just thought you should know. :b
I like to have little humor bits here and there like that because when watching the show, stuff like that actually happened and I always remembered thinking how cheesy it was, so in my stories I like pointing out the cheesiness. :)
I do rather enjoy a jealous Robin. It spices things up, more fun. ;D
To be perfectly honest, I just put down a lot of villain names. I don't actually know hwy they are working together yet. In fact, I don't even know if they are working together. And I don't think I'm going to have Red X be 'out for revenge' like he said. I think he just said it to annoy Robin. I don't know why, but I've always loved Red X... maybe it is because he is so much like Robin and I've always kind of been a Robin fangirl. What can I say? :b
Tyler will be back soon and believe me, it will be interesting. :D But that is all I'm going to say on that point.
To 13RobertsChick13: Love it. :) I've always leaned more towards a badass chick than a weak one, just the way I was raised, so there definitely might be some of that going on. :)
To Xaphrin: First off, thank you so much. I love comments like that.
Okay, about moving too fast... I agree. It's an extremely bad habit that I have with almost all my writing. I just ca't ever seem to find the right filler so I end up switching from one big thing to another. I will however, just for you :b, try to slow it down a bit, but no promises. The key word there is try.
Okay, so all I have to say is that I love it! I now have a great idea thanks to you, which I'm now really excited about, so thank you. :D
To H8rOfToast8899: Thank you so much! :) And yes it is, I seriously love them as a couple. Thank you, I always worry about whether I'm sticking to the characters enough, so I appreciate hearing that I am.
Oh the irony, my name isn't. :b I actually chose the penname after my friend and I watched this creepy video in which we decided I was like the creepy, evil red Alice and she was playful, ignorant yellow Alice. In one of my other stories, I made a character which I named Alice (because I love that name) and in one of the reviews, I was asked if she was based after me. I think my response went something like 'haha i wish.' Wow. I'm sorry. I realize I'm totally rambling about stuff that probably isn't that interesting. My bad. Anyways, thank you. :D
To VilaDeath: Lol, it would make my day if you actually gasped when reading my story. I know there have been times when I am reading something and I'll gasp. Then of course my mom gives me a look before saying something sarcastic making me laugh. Or what's even better is when I read something funny and I'll burst out laughing but when I'm asked what I'm laughing about, I can't even describe it, so my family looks at me like I'm crazy. Fun stuff. Annnnddd, I'm rambling again. Gotta stop that. Thanks agian. :) Keep reviewing!
Okay, that was the last one I think. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest. I do not own anything (except for the stuff I do). Thank you,
DeadlyRedALice
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Suddenly, an alarm went off in the school. I wasn't sure what the alarm was meant to tell people, whether we were to evacuate, hide, or what, but I instead used the surprise of the sudden noise, to take off in the other direction. Just turning around and running. I learned the day before, that running didn't really tire me out. I could seem to run for miles before I even began to breathe heavily. I kept running, until I reached the janitor's closet again, in which I ran in and shut the door behind me, sitting down against the door. I heard a multitude of footfalls travel past the door, as well as frantic talking, but it was actually students and faculty, not vengeful, evil guys. I finally let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding as I heard a familiar voice go by.
"I really hope Amy is okay," Darla was saying concerned.
"Yeah, I hate that we are separated," Cecilia answered. Right then I burst out and fell into line right behind them. That both jumped when I tapped their shoulders. "Amy! Thank goodness you are okay!" she screeched latching on to me. I shrugged her off, mostly because she was causing a scene and also because I didn't want to be hugged.
"Give me your sweatshirt now," I demanded, frowning when I realized how rude they came off. She gave me a pouty look.
"You know this is my favorite sweatshirt. It was my daddy's," she complained. I just groaned. If they spotted me, if any of them spotted me, I was screwed.
"Please, there are some people after me for some reason and I need a disguise," I explained quickly. They both gave me a horrified look, but, dutifully, and thankfully, Cecilia stripped off her sweatshirt, handing it over to me. I swiftly slipped it on, pulling the hood over my face so only my mouth was in the light. It felt oddly comforting, hiding the way I was. I couldn't figure out why.
"Do you want to explain?" Darla asked, giving me a concerned look.
"Not really," I muttered. How was I supposed to tell them that this team of superheroes thought I was their missing friend and their leader left my heart beating faster than it should, and that I didn't know what to do anymore? I couldn't, that's how. As the herd of teachers and students neared the front of the school, I noticed that Robin and them were all gone. Including the bad guys. But what they left behind was a mess. Walls were in crumbles, floors were cracked as if they had been hit by a crater, a stale smell of smoke and burning seemed to circulate the air, and yet none of them were around. It almost worried me a bit. I didn't want those heroes injured, I just wanted them to leave me alone.
We exited the building when a few doors down a body was blasted through a wall onto the asphalt. It was that metal man, Cyborg. He stood up, seeming uninjured, but definitely very angry. He yelled something I couldn't understand before his arm transformed into a cannon and a blue blast shot out of it as he ran back into the classroom which was now missing a wall.
For obvious reasons, the whole school was dismissed early and we were all sent home, as quickly as the adults could get rid of us. I slipped out of my ridiculous heels, holding them tightly in my hand and ran straight there without stopping. I had assumed, or rather I had hoped, that it would be more relaxing at the house than being stalked by super-powered bad guys and, to be perfectly honest, super-powered heroes. Boy, was I wrong. My 'parents' wouldn't stop breathing down my neck, so worried they were about something happening to their little girl. It was making me claustrophobic.
I told them a little white lie, that I was going to take a bath, and finally escaped their threatening grasp. For a moment, a very scary moment, I thought Colleen was going to insist on coming in with me, just to keep an eye on me, but thankfully they released me into my room, alone. I immediately locked the door, going to the bathroom and turning on the water. I switched on some popular music that I didn't particularly life before turning off the water. Certain that Colleen and Jim were fooled, I went to the window, opening it quietly. I paused, making sure Mr. and Mrs. Overprotective weren't going to come barging in, then I pulled out the outer screen, making an easy opening to freedom. Outside it was beginning to drizzle, but it appeared a lot more inviting than my stuffy, too-perfect room seemed. I stopped before climbing out, remembering Cecelia's sweatshirt was still on me. She was hesitant to let me borrow it even though some men were after me. I'm pretty sure she would murder me if it didn't return to her in perfect condition. I stripped it off easily, throwing it onto my made bed. I contemplated grabbing another jacket but figured I wouldn't be out long enough for it to matter.
The random drops that hit me every few seconds were much more relaxing than taking an actual bath would have been. It just felt much more freeing. I began jogging, steadily picking up speed until I sprinting across the town. I imagined that this was how a bird felt after being released from its cage. The glorious feeling of actually being able to stretch your wings and just soar. Without wondering about your past. Without worrying about your present. Without fearing your future. It was bliss. After a while, I arrived at a beach. By now, it was raining harder and I honestly had no clue of where I was. And yet, I didn't care. I stepped into the sand, letting its tiny particles run through my fingers. The sky was grey and threatening, the waves choppy and dangerous, and the trees were bending at the oddest angles thanks to the wind. It was beautiful. I sat down and the wet sand and closed my eyes, not caring the slightest bit that my clothes were getting dirty and wet. I focused on the rumbling sound of thunder and let myself relax and let go of everything. Slowly the world around me seemed to disappear, leaving me in a peaceful place. A place without any troubles. A place without any sort of hot but crazy guys who think you are someone you aren't. A place where I could truly relax. Once again, I felt like I was floating, but something shook me out of my peace. I looked around, now back on the beach, almost drenched, realizing it was truly pouring now. I stood up, brushing myself off halfheartedly, before walking back in the direction I had come. I walked through the town, figuring I'd find my way eventually.
"Don't regret it even a tiny bit," I murmured calmly while walking aimlessly. It was true. Guilt was nowhere to be found. Passing by an alley, a small groan made me freeze in my tracks.
Remember, the more reviews I get, the quicker the next chapter will. Rate. Review. Comment. Criticize. Suggest.
-DRA
Hey everyone! Just a little update! Chapter six is done. If I can get five more reviews than I will post it immediately after the fifth review. If not, I might post it sometime next week. Your choice. ;b
-DRA xoxo