Outsiders

Name: Just Fang. (Only few people know this name.)
Alias: Fang
Occupation: Hero
Age: 19
Appearance: Fang’s hair is just above his shoulders, and is a dark black that shines as a ravenette in the sunlight. His fringe hangs over his left eye, while his right eye is framed by hair that stops at his cheek (See picture.) Because of being on the run for many years, and most of the experimentation he's went through, Fang's skin is now an olive color. At the current moment, Fang is a height of 6'3, but by the time he is 20, Fang will stand at 6'4. He has a slightly muscular build, only having most...

I am outside
And I've been waiting for the sun

Fang sat on the green chair. hands clasped, eyes never leaving the floor. He swallowed at the sound of the door opening, fully expecting Black Canary to be in front of him. “There wasn’t any you could have done, Fang.” Only, it wasn’t the voice of Canary, but someone much younger. The half-avian looked up briefly, watching the white fox tail swish back and forth. “Shouldn’t you be elsewhere, Scotty?” Fang’s voice was hoarse, his fingers digging into his hands, shifting his feet. "No.. Canary and Bats thought I could more out of you...

"Are you sure?" Holly asked, slipping on her boots.

"No choice." Sam growled. Holly had noticed the Black Hero was back to his normal dark, brooding self. He continued slipping on his body armor.

"Well what about me?" Becca asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Stay here." Revenge said.

Becca was shell-shocked for a moment before becoming enraged. "Why not?"

"It's too dangerous."

"Says you."

"It's at a highly unstable nuclear power plant!"

"So?"

"So it leaks radiation like a bottle with holes in it!"

"My body can handle radiation!"

"This radiation is higher than Chernobyl!"

Becca paused for a second....

August 12, 1926 6:22 pm
Asheville, NC
Biltmore Estate

Temperance laughed as her husband twirled her again and again under the dazzling chandeliers. She finally fell into his arms to let the room stop spinning. When she looked up into Alexie's warm brown eyes, his lips captured hers to take her breath away all over again. Just then the music dwindled to a stop and chatter echoed throughout the ballroom, bringing the couple back to the present.
"And you thought this wasn't going to be any fun," Temperance teased as the pair drifted among the crowd arm in arm.
"It was delightful," the younger man agreed,...

WARNING: NOT YJ RELATED WHATSOEVER
I WROTE IT FOR MY CREATIVE WRITING COURSE
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Every day she ran.

When she ran, her heart would beat faster and faster. Sweat poured down her body as she came to a stop, catching her breath. Her hands on her knees, back a bit hunched, her breathing labored. The concrete beneath her collected the drips that fell off of her and made a satisfying splatter, the street now becoming somewhat of a work of art. Standing back up, arching her back slightly as a small stretch, she began her run back home, holding one hand over her heart.

Running had always been her escape....