I was sitting in my room, strumming my guitar when there was a knock on my door. I groaned. Can't they all just leave me alone?! I'm in no mood to deal with them! I opened the door and found a surprise.
“Terror!”
“Hi Bec. Listen, I have to do something to get this feeling out. Will you help me?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks. You can play acoustic right?”
“Yep. Prefer electric but I can deal for you.”
“Kay. Let's go.”
I followed Terror out the door and followed him towards the same room I had helped him and Blade get together. I really hoped that, this time, we wouldn't be disturbed. Because if anyone else heard this, they would be as broken as Terror and myself.
“Kay. I'm gonna get the piano ready.”
I nodded at him and picked up the acoustic guitar. I started to tune it, listening as Terror played something on the piano. I was feeling so bad. Terror was like my brother. I was very protective of him whenever he was broken. What I had done to Bloodmist was proof enough. But I just couldn't let Terror become anymore broken than he was. If I did, I feared he would fall to pieces. I brought my mind back to earth as a few tears fell from my eyes. I turned my head and went back to what I was doing before.
“You ready?” Terror asked.
“Yeah.”
I listened to the tune of the song. Ah crap! I knew this song! And I could tell I was going to cry before it was over. But I went along. For Terror.
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say...
When it was over and Terror had stopped, tears were running down my face. I couldn't help it. I never really showed emotion unless I loved the person to death. There were very few I ever cried in front of. One more had just been added to that list. I put the guitar down, covering my eyes with my hands. I felt strong arms surround me.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
I just shook my head.
“I-It's n-not your f-fault!”
Now I was stuttering. But Terror was never this full of emotion. I couldn't help myself! His voice had sounded so perfect yet so broken. He hadn't faltered and he was the one consoling me! He hadn't even shed a tear the entire time!
“W-why aren't y-you crying?” I asked, curious.
“Got no more tears left. Can't cry without tears.”
I just nodded and let myself be held. I swear Terror. If Blade doesn't come back to you, I'll find someone who will love you to no end.
“Terror!”
“Hi Bec. Listen, I have to do something to get this feeling out. Will you help me?”
“Of course.”
“Thanks. You can play acoustic right?”
“Yep. Prefer electric but I can deal for you.”
“Kay. Let's go.”
I followed Terror out the door and followed him towards the same room I had helped him and Blade get together. I really hoped that, this time, we wouldn't be disturbed. Because if anyone else heard this, they would be as broken as Terror and myself.
“Kay. I'm gonna get the piano ready.”
I nodded at him and picked up the acoustic guitar. I started to tune it, listening as Terror played something on the piano. I was feeling so bad. Terror was like my brother. I was very protective of him whenever he was broken. What I had done to Bloodmist was proof enough. But I just couldn't let Terror become anymore broken than he was. If I did, I feared he would fall to pieces. I brought my mind back to earth as a few tears fell from my eyes. I turned my head and went back to what I was doing before.
“You ready?” Terror asked.
“Yeah.”
I listened to the tune of the song. Ah crap! I knew this song! And I could tell I was going to cry before it was over. But I went along. For Terror.
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say...
When it was over and Terror had stopped, tears were running down my face. I couldn't help it. I never really showed emotion unless I loved the person to death. There were very few I ever cried in front of. One more had just been added to that list. I put the guitar down, covering my eyes with my hands. I felt strong arms surround me.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
I just shook my head.
“I-It's n-not your f-fault!”
Now I was stuttering. But Terror was never this full of emotion. I couldn't help myself! His voice had sounded so perfect yet so broken. He hadn't faltered and he was the one consoling me! He hadn't even shed a tear the entire time!
“W-why aren't y-you crying?” I asked, curious.
“Got no more tears left. Can't cry without tears.”
I just nodded and let myself be held. I swear Terror. If Blade doesn't come back to you, I'll find someone who will love you to no end.
Eyes of Artemis
Dick’s POV:
He let a small laugh escape through his mouth. He knew it was Artemis and maybe she knew he was Robin. But it was a tiny chance he looked at her, standing in the crowd talking to Rachel a senior year. He smiled. Artemis was in good hands.
Artemis POV:
“Thanks” She putted the papers in her bag. “tomorrow a need them back so don’t forget them.” “Got it.” Artemis answered. Rachel started to talk “Well, let’s start then, We are now in the hall of the Gotham academy.” Artemis looked around, everybody was to their lessons except a few. The hall itself was made of grey, silvery stone. The wall reflected the blue sky and she thought of the strange boy. “Are you coming or not?” Rachel stood in the giant stanchion. “I’m coming.” As she walked to Rachel remembering the mysterious laugh.
Dick’s POV:
He let a small laugh escape through his mouth. He knew it was Artemis and maybe she knew he was Robin. But it was a tiny chance he looked at her, standing in the crowd talking to Rachel a senior year. He smiled. Artemis was in good hands.
Artemis POV:
“Thanks” She putted the papers in her bag. “tomorrow a need them back so don’t forget them.” “Got it.” Artemis answered. Rachel started to talk “Well, let’s start then, We are now in the hall of the Gotham academy.” Artemis looked around, everybody was to their lessons except a few. The hall itself was made of grey, silvery stone. The wall reflected the blue sky and she thought of the strange boy. “Are you coming or not?” Rachel stood in the giant stanchion. “I’m coming.” As she walked to Rachel remembering the mysterious laugh.
