I know I keep disappearing, but I'm sorry as always. As a teenager I can't really keep my mind intact of everything going on anymore, but I really try to update as much as I can during breaks. Lately, the only times I can properly write my fanfics are at night now, but I miss doing it!
Italics are flashbacks.
Disclaimer: Nope, we all know I don't own any of YJ...sadly.
The Daughter's Diary
Chapter 12: The Beast Awakens
Maris looked around, but she wasn't really searching for anything. Everything was dead silent, which was disturbingly eerie. Then the office shook and broken glass erupted from behind her. She closed her eyes and covered her face. Someone was calling her name. And then she heard a familiarly different voice, but more female.
The door banged on the wall and someone else was yelling. She was pushed and knocked off her seat. And when she opened her eyes- everything was in complete chaos.
She looked to her right and she sees the shiny mask that engrossed her nightmares. Everything got more confusing when she looked at her left and sees Nightwing and Zatanna.
The whole room was a death-match.
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Maris swung her nunchucks across her neck- hitting and rupturing her opponent's jawline. Another one came rushing towards her with his escrema sticks. She battles him with hand to hand combat- almost breaking her rib. It got more intense when new sparring opponents started coming towards her. She began to fall astray from balance and her attention became unclear.
An escrema stick bashed her right arm. Scream of anguish filled the room as her nunchucks dropped to the floor. The young 9 year old felt her whole body battered and bruised.
The young girl cried out for everything to end, but everything still kept moving and hurting. Flashes and memories sometimes rushes in her mind at the worse of times-the saddest of times- and it doesn't get any better. The ebony haired girl sometimes thinks that the stories in her mind were real things, because she'd like to think she was ever happy at some points of her life. The real kind of happy, and not just the tingling feeling she gets when she writes. The kind that makes her feel loved, and not attacked.
She fell on her knees, but her eyes were furious, "Sodanrotorcim!"
The young magician motions her hands to the warriors. Tornadoes, about the same size as the men, swept them off their feet as their bodies whirled into the swirling gust of wind. She shifted her left hand towards the bare wall causing her opponents to bang their bodies on the hard surface.
Maris cupped her right arm again. She started to hear a slow and faint clap, although it got louder and louder and louder. Her blue eyes looked up, "What are you doing here?"
"Don't worry my dear Maris, I'm not here to get you on the electric chair again. I just want to congratulate you. You've come so far."
"I don't like this."
He looks at her disapprovingly, "Now, that's not how you talk to your father."
She narrows her eyes at him while clinching her teeth from her injury, "You're not my father!"
He stops and slowly looks at his surrounding wistfully, "A father is a person who takes care of you and gives you warmth when no one else could. Someday you'll crawl to me and call me for what I am."
Lex Luther helps her up steadily, even though she was hesitant.
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Nightwing propelled his elbow down into Deathstroke's collarbone. The assassin grunted and then clasped Nightwing's throat with his shielded hands. The hero couldn't move or get out of it.
He was about to blackout until he heard Zatanna chant, "Dloc dniw wolb! Dloc dniw wolb! Dloc dniw wolb!"
The cold wind came through the dark-night sky and blew Deathstroke towards the flat screen t.v. Nightwing spatted and breathed for air. Zatanna went by his side to help him up. The masked vigilante took out two detonating wing-dings from his gauntlet. He throws both of them, but Deathstroke dodges one and catches the other and then throws it back to them.
The wingdings exploded at the same time and eruption and black smoke was everywhere. A part of the wall had a hole in it and shards of glass kept flying around. Maris coughed and yelled, "raelc eht ekoms!"
The smoke magically cleared in an instance. Zatanna hissed in pain, "Some of the glass scuffed my thigh badly."
Maris kept looking back and forth between all of them. She didn't know what to do or what to say or what to think. It wasn't until she was staring at Deathstroke to see that he was aiming a gun at her.
Nightwing was aiding Zatanna with as much as he can, but his eyes went wide when he looked at his nemesis, "What are you doing!"
Slade didn't look back at him, but he answered, "You're not my target. She is."
He pulled the trigger.
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Dick sighed, "I just want the best for her Bruce, both of them."
His old mentor answered back, "I know Dick, but you can't abuse yourself for everything that goes wrong. It isn't your fault, it won't be your fault, and it will never be your fault."
It's been 16 months since Dick and Zatanna lost their Mary Ella, and nothing still felt right. All the pieces to their puzzle were scattered, and so were their marriage. Everything just wasn't right, and Richard felt like he failed his promise.
The two men were outside on the hot patio of Wayne Manor. Dick was feeling a little agitated, or maybe that was his insomnia taking over, "I just don't get it. I looked for every evidence and clues, but I have completely nothing."
Bruce tried to make him stop fidgeting, "We've all tried our best to look for her, and we still are. All we need is time, but for right now you have to get your head back to normal."
"I'm still grieving."
"We all are."
He pauses for a while, "I just wanted her to be safe and happy."
The dark knight puts his firm hand on Dick's shoulder, "Every parent always wants that."
"I just hope she won't be in pain because of the things we do."
Super heroes had its perks, but it also comes with its lethal bonds. Richard Grayson could never have been more wrong in his life.
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Three seconds was the time she had to escape from the bullet. At first she was just staring at it, but then her whole body exhilarated and it was back to action. She dodged the bullet and grabbed for the nearest weapon she could touch on her hands.
She loved magic, but fighting gave more justice to it. She spotted a decorative sword on the wall, and knowing Lex Luther, it was not fake. Maris looked back at his opponent. Nightwing was fighting him again and it looked like Zatanna got all the glass out of her thighs already.
Both Nightwing and Deathstroke's escrema sticks clanged on each others contact. But the assassin kneed him in the guts and kicked him to the far wall near the furnitures. After Zatanna healed herself a little, she tried to do combat with the metaled mask, but as soon as she was about to chant some magic, he grabbed her lips all the way to her jaw and threw her away. He spatted, "No more magic this time."
Deathstroke grabs another gun from his many arrays of compartments, "And then there was you."
Yikes! Deathstroke really knows how to do his job *o* But anyways thanks for still sticking with this story and I'm sorry that it isn't that long, but I just really wanted to update to you guys before 2015 comes :)
I just want to give all of you a late Merry Christmas and an almost New Years *3*
'Til next time! (I hope soon)
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