Chapter 22-
The door slid open. Holly looked up from her melancholy position to see Revenge standing in the doorway. He walked in and the door closed behind him.
"You'll be happy to know the Shadow has been taken care of." Revenge said.
"Singular or Plural?"
"Two."
"Scout. Tester." Holly said, before sliding back down inter bed. "They'll be coming."
"And I'll be ready."
Holly frowned and sat up, leaning against the wall. Revenge walked over & sat down next to her. "It'll be okay. I won't let anything happen to you. Ever."
"Y'know, when you aren't in battle. You can be a pretty nice guy." Holly said. "Whoever is behind the mask must be-"
"I think the face would shock you." Revenge said.
Holly raised an eyebrow.
Revenge reached up and slowly began to peel the mask off. He got to his one before Holly put a hand on his.
"That's good enough." she breathed, pressing her lips softly against his. Revenge returned the kiss. He leaned a hand behind her head. However, before he could pull her in closer, Sarah's voice rang over the speakers.
"Revenge, come here."
Revenge raised an eyebrow and pulled away. He slid his mask back on and departed.
"What?" he asked, annoyed. He failed to notice Sarah's worried expression.
"I really am sorry. They made--unh!"
Sarah fell to the ground, a dart in her neck. Cheshire emerged from the shadows, gun pointed at Revenge.
Revenge's hand went for his utility belt, but it wasn't there. He turned to see a Shadow holding it.
"What do you want, Cheshire?" Revenge growled, hand creeping behind his back to the compartments in his cape.
"We want Holly. Preferably dead, but we can kill her if it's too bloody for you."
"You can have Holly." Revenge said.
Cheshire raised an eyebrow. Five more assassins emerged from the Shadows.
"If you can get through me."
Revenge leaped, tossing daggers at the Shadows. The exploded into smoke. Grabbing his utility belt and knocking that Shadow unconcious, Revenge hid, slipping the belt back on and emerging from the smoke.
To Shadows ran at him. He put a hand on their shoulders and flipped them. They groaned, falling unconcious. The three remaining Leaguers ran at him from different angles. He leaped up, kicking two in the face and landing a blow to the third's stomach.
He felt Cheshire's blades scrape his back. Her hand grabbed his head and he tossed her off.
His hair sprang loose as his mask fluttered to the ground.
"Well," Cheshire said, standing and leaning on her sword. "You weren't who I was expecting at all, Mr. Grant."
Revenge frowned.
The door slid open. Holly looked up from her melancholy position to see Revenge standing in the doorway. He walked in and the door closed behind him.
"You'll be happy to know the Shadow has been taken care of." Revenge said.
"Singular or Plural?"
"Two."
"Scout. Tester." Holly said, before sliding back down inter bed. "They'll be coming."
"And I'll be ready."
Holly frowned and sat up, leaning against the wall. Revenge walked over & sat down next to her. "It'll be okay. I won't let anything happen to you. Ever."
"Y'know, when you aren't in battle. You can be a pretty nice guy." Holly said. "Whoever is behind the mask must be-"
"I think the face would shock you." Revenge said.
Holly raised an eyebrow.
Revenge reached up and slowly began to peel the mask off. He got to his one before Holly put a hand on his.
"That's good enough." she breathed, pressing her lips softly against his. Revenge returned the kiss. He leaned a hand behind her head. However, before he could pull her in closer, Sarah's voice rang over the speakers.
"Revenge, come here."
Revenge raised an eyebrow and pulled away. He slid his mask back on and departed.
"What?" he asked, annoyed. He failed to notice Sarah's worried expression.
"I really am sorry. They made--unh!"
Sarah fell to the ground, a dart in her neck. Cheshire emerged from the shadows, gun pointed at Revenge.
Revenge's hand went for his utility belt, but it wasn't there. He turned to see a Shadow holding it.
"What do you want, Cheshire?" Revenge growled, hand creeping behind his back to the compartments in his cape.
"We want Holly. Preferably dead, but we can kill her if it's too bloody for you."
"You can have Holly." Revenge said.
Cheshire raised an eyebrow. Five more assassins emerged from the Shadows.
"If you can get through me."
Revenge leaped, tossing daggers at the Shadows. The exploded into smoke. Grabbing his utility belt and knocking that Shadow unconcious, Revenge hid, slipping the belt back on and emerging from the smoke.
To Shadows ran at him. He put a hand on their shoulders and flipped them. They groaned, falling unconcious. The three remaining Leaguers ran at him from different angles. He leaped up, kicking two in the face and landing a blow to the third's stomach.
He felt Cheshire's blades scrape his back. Her hand grabbed his head and he tossed her off.
His hair sprang loose as his mask fluttered to the ground.
"Well," Cheshire said, standing and leaning on her sword. "You weren't who I was expecting at all, Mr. Grant."
Revenge frowned.
It was a white blouse, dark blue skinny jeans and some knee high converse. I look smexy!
