Assassins of the Underworld

Alek unwrapped the bandages from his hand and stared down at the scarred knuckles. Scars not from his recent injuries, but from cuts made long before he had gained the ability to heal so quickly. He flexed his fingers, the fluid movement unhindered by any pain. The only reminder of Alek's outburst from the night before was the broken mirror, the glass of which the teenager had cleaned up. He made a mental note to replace the shattered mirror just as he heard a soft murmur behind him.
"I thought you had left." The girl standing in the doorway of the bathroom wore a white tee-shirt that hung loose...

"Booker?"
"What?"
"I have a problem."
"Lemme guess, it's your little pest?"
"Yes, she left the mansion."
"And?"
"She can't think she can go wandering off now."
"Okay, you seem to be having a conversation with yourself, little brother."
"Teach her a lesson!"
"Ha! Me? She isn't my pet!"
"Dammit, Booker.. Fine. Send in her bro-"
"NO!"
"What? Why?"
"He's busy..."
"Dammit! Fine I guess I'll deal with her."
-.-.-

A knock shattered the broken silence. I looked up, who wanted to bother me, now?

Damian barged in, his eyes blazing, his lips drawn into a frown; his brows furrowed.
"Mother fu-" was all I could say, before...

The blood lit sky showered over the large mansion as the sun began to set. Light lit up my room as I sat on the bed peering at the many, many, many trees surrounded this desolate prison that held me. It had been only one day here.... yet it felt like I'd been locked in here forever! I had to escape and only a few hours kept me from making my journey to tell Terror goodbye.

Why did I have to be stuck here? Why me!?

Tears formed in my eyes, reflecting the dimming light of dusk. I gathered myself, and smoothed out the dark red dress. Swiftly, I pushed away the blonde strand of hair in my face and...

Part 1: You Were far Too Young

Everything about him that had once existed, his personality, his emotions, they were gone. He was an empty shell, but more like the devil in human form. And there was one thing he craved for. Revenge. And though Sebastienne doesn’t know him yet he was sure she would bleed for him, she has to. After all, he’s family.

He wants revenge on his brother, who happens to be Sebastienne’s father, for almost leaving him to die. And besides, what better way to get back on the Justice League team that had once came after him, by having their former friend be the one...