Darianella

3. Searching Crash! Devlin shot up in bed, panting and covered in sweat. Throwing off the suddenly-too-heavy covers, he slipped out of bed, flinching as yet another bolt of white lightening lit up his room. Boom! Thunder shook the base once again, causing the young black-haired boy to jump again. If there was one more thing he hated, it was storms—their anger reminded him too much of his father, their violence his rage, their spontaneity his temper. He shivered. There was no way he would be able to fall back asleep tonight. Still trembling slightly, he decided to make his way to the bathroom, needing a splash of cool water to d

  Chapter Eight   The fog was so thick, so dense, so heavy.  And, yet, it was strangely comforting; like a hefty wool blanket wrapped around a shivering body in the winter. It blocked out everything, keeping him safe, protected; free of pain, absent or worry. At the same time, though, it was a nuisance, hindering him from the basic necessities of life like seeing and feeling. It had been drilled into his brain from such an early age that a keen awareness of one's surroundings was the key to survival—to success—and it bothered him to no end that such luxuries were not possible through the weight. Unnerved him. Everything was fuzzy&

2. Haunted …Devlin…? …Devlin, honey? "Devlin…?" "Go away, Kenny," Devlin mumbled sleepily, rolling over and covering his head with his blanket. There was a snort from the side of his bed, and he quickly realized, even in his groggy state, that it was not his adopted brother standing in his room. "Kenny…?" "Guess again, short stuff," a rather pretty female voice replied. Devlin flipped the bedspread off his head and peered at his guest, his eyes widening when he saw that it was Gwendolyn. "Uh… Hi, Aunt Gwendolyn," He greeted rather shyly. "Your mom sent me to come get you guys for breakfast," she replie

  Chapter Seven:   The memories hurt. They burned her heart and her mind, just as if they were her own. She felt the pain, the love, the heartbreak, the joy, the agony... it tingled through her body—through her soul—not losing any of its potency even with her second pass. Every tragic flash cut her deeply, while each blurred smile mended the wounds. It was all so much... and it held more than she had ever before experienced in her too-long, too-pain-filled existence. More emotion, more passion, more life. And it confused her, saddened her, excited her, made her yearn simply to understand why. He was so familiar—so similar

  Chapter Six   As the Batmobile's neon-bright, interior clock clicked just past three in the morning, all was silent save the sleek car's sophisticated purring through the blackened night. To any sparse passerby that happened to be moseying along the winding, abandoned back road framed on either side by lush, dark greens, it would seem as though the early morning was still and undisturbed; the vehicle employed no overly-bright headlights to guide its way—for stealth purposes, of course—and the feline-volumed engine gave no indication of its passing from afar. Even so, the car's driver—and singularly alert passenger—knew

A hero of war; that's what I'll be And, when I come home, they'll be so proud of me I'll carry this flag to the grave if I must Because it's a flag that I love, and a flag that I trust Warriors Never Smile Rain fell from the grey-tinted, clouded sky in thickets, pouring across everything it touched and soaking the path it roamed over to the very core with its icy, spiking fingers. There was no escaping its grasp—those who held umbrellas watched as water flew off their shields' edges, splashing already-saturated midnight slacks; though most had given up any attempt to stay even some small degree dry. The crowd gathered in the storm

  Chapter Five   The tense silence that followed Miss Martian's heated departure from the room seemed deafening, broken only by the weak-but-steady chirps emitting from the semi-stranger's heart monitor, and hung over the unsure Team's heads as the various members looked toward their leaders for guidance—some to Alqualad, appointed command of Young Justice; others to Batman, JLA commander and revered mentor of their most experienced comrade. It was Robin who focused solely on the latter, not even thinking to turn to his friend during such a time. Yes, the Boy Wonder was well aware that the Atlantean teen happened to be, physically, the

1. Nightmares         "Out of my way, boy!" A long, black tentacle wrapped itself around Devlin's waist before hurling him across the room. He gasped in pain as he hit the wall, tears staining his dark eyes. His own father didn't want him. Kevin 11,000 advanced towards his enemy, Ben 10,000, ready to exact his revenge; a feat that proved more important than the safety of his own flesh and blood.        There was a slam, and suddenly the room was filled with a bright light. Devlin rolled over, covering his face with his pillow as he squeezed his eyes further shut. "Go away

It's a Conspiracy Please speak softly For they will hear us And they'll find out Why we don't trust them        Hushed voices resounded through the old garage; bouncing off the stone walls and sounding like thunder against the still silence of the night. A green and black muscle car was pulled up in one of the spaces, and the rest of the cramped building was covered in various tools, alien tech, and empty smoothie containers. All this was normal, and to the naked eyes, nothing would seem amiss; not even the two figures present in the garage at this ungodly hour. There was, however, something very wrong.

  Chapter Four       Tension hung thick and heavy like a damp woolen blanket over the small, white-washed room as the Team gazed nervously at their frozen teammate. While Batman continued to dress the fallen man's numerous wounds, the younger Team stood by in a way that could only be described as awkward, unsure of what to do or how to react. So much had happened in the last hour that was not according to any sort of plan or scenario they had ever trained for, and some of the newer heroes were vastly unprepared. Noticing this, the Dark Knight did the only thing he could: watch out for his own. "Robin, come help