Get a grip! C'mon! Get angry! Don't let him do this to you!
She repeated it to herself, struggling. But her fear was stronger, he was stronger. He had moved his lips off hers, but she wasn't happy with where they were now. She shivered in disgust and pain as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. C'mon Cat! Please! It wasn't any good.
She just couldn't get mad. All she felt was fear. Her mind raced, trying to form a plan. Her legs weren't pinned anymore. She slowly slide her leg straight, resting on the cold cement. Then she quickly slammed her knee in between his legs. He growled and released her. She stood quickly. But he grabbed her foot.
She kicked at his head. He stood and grabbed her wrists. She slammed her head against his and threw him into the cement. He got back up and threw her against the wall. She threw a punch to his neck, upper-cut him, then tossed him into a few crates. He got right back up. Someone jumped on his back and she had just enough time to catch her breath before her helper was thrown beside her.
“Here kitty kitty,” the imposter chanted.
She felt something snap inside her. Silver flashed, metal rang out against flesh, and then she just saw blood. Her own blood. She could smell it, saw her helper stand beside her and nod slightly for her to lead. She smelt fear, sensed pain, heard several heartbeats, felt the warm blood trickle down her hands, saw her opponent tense up in fear.
That was all she needed. She went into action, swiping, breaking, clawing. Anything she touched, she hurt. Only minutes later, she could see her opponent laying on the floor, dying from her strikes. She nodded slightly and moved again. She grabbed her bear and her bag.
“Cat.”
She froze. She knew the voice, recognized it. As before, her shock subsided along with her anger. He ran over to her.
“Where are you going?”
“Why do you care?”
“Cat, you're hurt.”
The daze from her change left and she felt the pain instantly. She had been wounded. Her knees suddenly gave out and she toppled forwards. He grabbed hold of her, careful not to touch the deep gash in her stomach-side area. She weakly tried to brush him off.
“Lemme go.”
“I'm taking you home.”
“No! Lemme go!”
He picked her up and started walking.
“Stop! Lemme go now!”
“Cat, stop. You're hurt and we're going home.”
“My home isn't with you!”
“It always was to me.”
“Shoulda thought bout that before.”
He ignored her again as he walked faster. She moaned, but couldn't peel her eyes open. This was too unreal. He wasn't saving her again. No....
“Lemme go.....”
“Go to sleep Cat.”
“.....Tommy....”
And then, she blacked out.
*hits publish and hides*
She repeated it to herself, struggling. But her fear was stronger, he was stronger. He had moved his lips off hers, but she wasn't happy with where they were now. She shivered in disgust and pain as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. C'mon Cat! Please! It wasn't any good.
She just couldn't get mad. All she felt was fear. Her mind raced, trying to form a plan. Her legs weren't pinned anymore. She slowly slide her leg straight, resting on the cold cement. Then she quickly slammed her knee in between his legs. He growled and released her. She stood quickly. But he grabbed her foot.
She kicked at his head. He stood and grabbed her wrists. She slammed her head against his and threw him into the cement. He got back up and threw her against the wall. She threw a punch to his neck, upper-cut him, then tossed him into a few crates. He got right back up. Someone jumped on his back and she had just enough time to catch her breath before her helper was thrown beside her.
“Here kitty kitty,” the imposter chanted.
She felt something snap inside her. Silver flashed, metal rang out against flesh, and then she just saw blood. Her own blood. She could smell it, saw her helper stand beside her and nod slightly for her to lead. She smelt fear, sensed pain, heard several heartbeats, felt the warm blood trickle down her hands, saw her opponent tense up in fear.
That was all she needed. She went into action, swiping, breaking, clawing. Anything she touched, she hurt. Only minutes later, she could see her opponent laying on the floor, dying from her strikes. She nodded slightly and moved again. She grabbed her bear and her bag.
“Cat.”
She froze. She knew the voice, recognized it. As before, her shock subsided along with her anger. He ran over to her.
“Where are you going?”
“Why do you care?”
“Cat, you're hurt.”
The daze from her change left and she felt the pain instantly. She had been wounded. Her knees suddenly gave out and she toppled forwards. He grabbed hold of her, careful not to touch the deep gash in her stomach-side area. She weakly tried to brush him off.
“Lemme go.”
“I'm taking you home.”
“No! Lemme go!”
He picked her up and started walking.
“Stop! Lemme go now!”
“Cat, stop. You're hurt and we're going home.”
“My home isn't with you!”
“It always was to me.”
“Shoulda thought bout that before.”
He ignored her again as he walked faster. She moaned, but couldn't peel her eyes open. This was too unreal. He wasn't saving her again. No....
“Lemme go.....”
“Go to sleep Cat.”
“.....Tommy....”
And then, she blacked out.
*hits publish and hides*
TomCat...
...aka Tommy Bronson
Hero Outfit
Name: Liberation previously known as Obscurity
Alias: Harley Mei Kent
Age: 19
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Height: 5'4
Powers: Super strength, Invulnerability, flight, absolute control of the four elements. 2 swords that grow out of her back
Skill Set: Well trained in all types of combat, hands on fighter, exceptional swords-woman, warrior and endurance
Weakness: Kryptonite, Magic, Apokoliptic weapons, her swords
Personality: cold and distance, a bit loud, can be friendly if you reach her, doesn't trust, serious when need be, can be paranoid, wild, low sense of morality - on every counts
Marital Status: Single
Background: We should know
Family: Superman (dad) Batman (father figure) Superboy (Brother) Lois (mother figure)
Note: Still has a feline side but cannot fully transform, she only retained her ability to morph her hands into claws and unsheathable fangs.
powers
Loki
Lilith
Octavia Rurik
I drew him because I felt like it
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.
I found a cute lil pic of him when he was little with his dad
