A girl falls down at the speed of light. Crashing down to the ground. The impact is deadly for an ordinary human, but this girl is nowhere near ordinary. A group of people look her way and are surprised at what they see. A girl, black hair, purple eyes, very pale skin, red diamond above head, a purplish blue cloak over jeans and a t-shirt and a pair of sleek black boots. He eyes showed fear and pain, but no one could see it except for one person. This man wore a white lab coat over hidden clothes. He has sunglasses over his eyes. He looks at the girl curiously. Then she lifts her head to him and he backs away a little bit. Her purple eyes have turned to two sets of all red eyes slanted like a cat ready to pounce. The girl shakes her head and her eyes go back to normal.
“What is your name little girl?” The man asks.
“L-L-Lory,” The girl responds.
“Lory. Okay, now where do you come from?” The man asks.
“A-A-Azarath,” Lory replies.
“Has anyone here ever heard of the place Azarath!?” The man yells to the crowd. Everyone shakes their head and give the people around them curious glances.
“Wh-WHat is your name?” Lory asks the man.
“My name is Rob,” The man replies. Lory nods her head, “I need to get you to officials. Come follow me.” Lory stands up and slowly follows Rob. She has no idea where he will take her, but she knows that it must be a safer place than where she came from. Rob leads Lory to a police station. He looks behind at Lory to make sure she’s there and realizes that she’s floating. It’s not too unusual for superpowered kids around here, but he wasn’t expecting this girl to.
“Lory, do you have superpowers?” Rob asks stopping.
“Um……. Yes………” Lory replies unsure.
“Why don’t you show them to me?” Rob replies. Lory nods and flies over his head and crosses her legs. Then she whispers some words and black swirls around her hands like a ball. Then a mailbox next to Rob outlines black in the same way her hands are and it levitates in different places before it is placed down neatly where it was before. Lory’s eyes then turn black in the same way they were red but not two sets of eyes. She snaps her fingers and she disappears. Rob looks around and then she appears in front of him. She then her hand out to her side and a black hole or void, Rob was guessing. It formed the same way all her other power worked. She walks into it and then it disappears. She comes out on the other side of Rob.
“Is that it child?” Rob asks, dazed by how in control of her powers she is, how many there are, the next thought that comes to his mind is, how did she get these powers? No man would ever make an experiment on something like this, or even think of something so amazing, so fascinating! Lory shakes her head. She crosses her legs like before and closes her eyes. Then a dragon made of the same black void as before comes out of Lory as if it was her. It swirls around before going back into her and she opens her eyes and looks straight at Rob. An innocent expression filling her face, as if nothing just happened. Rob has to blink a couple of times to comprehend what just happened. Screw the police station, I need to bring her to the school for superpowered kids. He quickly calls the number on his phone. Lory looks at it curiously.
“Yes, this is Dr. Robert. I have a kid here with,i don’t know supernatural powers or something, I need to bring her over,” Rob says on the phone. Lory doesn’t know if he’s taking her to a good place or bad, but if it’s bad she’ll be able to get out quickly, like she just did from her home. Rob turns off the phone and puts hit in his pocket.
“Come now, Lory. We must get a move on,” Rob says. He leads to to a car. And opens the door for her. Lory stops dead. It’s a monster! She thinks. She looks for an escape route. It’s going to heat her and Rob is welcoming that. She starts to panic.
“What’s wrong? Are you afraid of a car?” Rob asks. Car! It must be it’s name! “Are you afraid of the car?” Rob repeats himself. Lory just stares at the car with fear in her eyes.
“Well, it’s a long ways away to Pennsylvania from Maine, you might get tired just flying, but follow my car and you won’t get lost. He gets into the “monster” and turns on the engine. This makes Lory jump. Then as she sees there's no harm, she opens the back door and jumps in. She watches All the sites out the window. It’s a long and boring ride, but Lory doesn’t mind, she’s very fascinated by all the things she’s passing by.she’s never seens so many trees in the same place before.
“JUST YOU WAIT I’LL GET OUT OF HERE SOMEHOW!!!!” voice belowes. Rob doesn’t even turn.
“Sure you will, just keep telling yourself that,” Lory whispers back to the voice.
“What’d you say child?” Rob asks.
“Nothing, just admiring all the scenery,” Lory replies. Her voice is more kiddish than usual and more innocent. She doesn’t even recognize the voice.
On the night of November 8th, I sat with my mother and her friends crying like many other women in America. The reason we were crying was not just because the candidate we wanted to win did not, it was because Trump’s victory was a slap in the face for women. It was yet another example of an overqualified woman getting opportunities stolen by a man who has no where near the same skill level. Experts are calling it an upset, but I call it an insult. She shut him down in every debate, had obtainable plans for the future, and thirty years of political experience under her belt. He is a bully and an embarrassment to women and this country. I can’t help but feel a little defeated and dreadful for the future. Hopefully all of Obama’s efforts and hard work won’t be thrown out with the new presidency, for it would be all of our hard work thrown away as well. At the next election, I will be able to vote, and I hope to have the privilege of voting for a female president that all of my suffragette ancestors did not. It makes my head hurt to think of all the women and men with sisters and mothers and daughters that still voted for Trump after his degrading comments against women. When a leader that is supposed to be a role model insults women, the damage goes beyond hurt and disgust. Not only does it affect the women of America, but the boys, too. With all the little boys that hear the President saying it is ok to sexually assault women, and it's not safe to send them to work etc., I can hardly comprehend the damage it's already caused. It ruins hope for the young girls wanting to be president when they grow up when they see someone like Donald J. Trump is able to win an election against Hillary Clinton. This is not just an upset, it's an insult.
Cracked and crumbling she stood. Silently observing. The face gazed back with an equally decrepit facade, mirroring every slight twitch of the woman. She had expected such a face to appear. Years of cruelty had finally arrived, draping her every feature in an unforgiving light. Her silence seemed to scream, reprimanding the woman for each and every wrongdoing. Yet her ears failed to perceive any criticism. She simply existed-no thoughts, no feelings, no humanity.
The woman thrust a fist toward this strange creature standing opposite her. The cracks and gaps of the mirror were impossible to distinguish from her true reflection-incomplete and rotten. The cracks grew, lengthening and spiraling into intricate patterns before tumbling through the air toward the end.
She clutched the sink, digging holes into its porous, porcelain skin. Her faces inched closer until decaying nose touched decaying nose. A single point of connection between two realities, both disgusting, both real.
Chapter 1: The Team
I creep up the steps to my dad. He’s going to be so surprised when I wake him up, I think. I get to his room. His door is closed. I open the door slowly. I walk inside and go to the other side of the bed to where he is. I hear him sturr. I walk slowly to his side of the bed. I jump up and yell,
“ Surprise!” He jolts awake. I start to laugh hysterically. He quickly erases his surprise.
“It's not my birthday, Bathilda. It’s yours. So why am I having the surprise wake up?” He asks me.
“ I'm weird like that,” I say with a smile.
“ Get dressed!” I yell as I run away. I go to my room. That was fun, I think, He was so surprised. I laugh again. I walk to my brother’s room.
“ Don’t even think about it sis,” He says before I can make it into the room. I shrug and go downstairs to the kitchen and wait for food. He comes down and walks over to the toaster and toasts some bread.
“What are you going to do today?” He asks me.
“I'm going to show Peregrine around the city. She just moved here,” I reply.
“ How are you going to do that without giving your secret identity?” He asks me.
“I'm doin it Blackbat style,” I reply with a smirk.
“Okay after that bring her to a place that I inserted into your wrist watch computer,” he says. I nod. We eat our breaBlueast and I run to my room and change into my hero outfit. I run out the door and go to the town square.
I walk around the new and unfamiliar place. I just moved to Gotham City. I'm supposed to meet Blackbat the square. She’s going to show me around. I see the square. I sit down on the nearest bench. I wait for awhile. “Psssssssssssst,” I hear someone say.
“Is that you Blackbat?” I whisper.
“Yeah grab your hero outfit and let's roll. You’re getting a tour Blackbat style,” Blackbat says. I smile I run to a restroom and change. I come out and find Blackbat waiting for me.
“Where are we going first?” I ask her.
“You'll see. Come on, no time to waste,” She says. She runs off.
“Hey! Wait for me!” I yell after her. I unfurl my wings and Jump into the air. I follow Blackbat who is using her grappling hook to jump around.
“Where are we going!” I yell to her.
“My favorite place to hang with friends!” She yells back. We go in the same way for the whole tour.
“ There's one more stop that we must go!” She yells to me. I nod.
“Good, my wings wet getting tired,” I yell back. She looks at her watch.
“Follow me!” Blackbat yells.
“Isn't that what I've been doing?” I yell back. I can tell that she rolled her eyes. We go for along time.
“Hey aren’t not in Gotham anymore?” I ask.
“ No, we're still in Gotham. This is where Batman told me to bring you after the tour. I'm not sure why,” Blackbat said. I thought. Then it hit me. I fly and she swings around like a monkey for a while until she suddenly stops at a warehouse.
“ Why would Batman send you to a warehouse?” I ask. Seems like a strange place to send someone, I think.
“ Don’t know,” We open the doors to the warehouse.
In a little town there was an old run down what you would call “mental hospital” or “asylum”. One day a group of boys were hanging out and teasing each other. The older boys were teasing the younger boys they were saying “go in there, do it you won’t.” The younger boys were scared but took that as a challenge. All the boys decided to go.
They walked up the wooden steps onto the porch of the asylum. The steps creaked as they slowly crept up them. The older boys, who were teasing the younger boys ironically seemed to be petrified. They started to step back.
“Woah maybe this isn’t a good idea.” said one of the older boys.
“Yeah maybe not.” said another one.
“Come on wimps.” said the oldest one.
They made their way up to the front door. Once white was now grey and the paint was chipping off. There was a big brass knocker on the front door. They pushed the door open and it slowly moved. As they made their way inside, the floor seemed to scream under their feet. To the right of the large foyer was a room with an armchair and a piano. To the left was a loveseat and an old sofa. The oldest boy’s head whipped around at the sound of piano keys. The boys huddled together, terrified to go on.
In a clump, they started to move up the stairs. As they turned the corner, multiple rooms came into view. In one room there were multiple cribs and baby supplies, a nursery they guessed. Down a long hallway, through a heavy metal door, they were multiple rooms that all looked like they were bolted hot. On each side of the hallway stood at least 10 doors. In each room, a bed and a window.
One of the doors was left open. The oldest boy ran ahead into the room. When he got into the room the door shut. It slammed close. The younger boys started to scream. The oldest boy banged on the doors screaming for them to open it. The boys pulled and pulled but the door wouldn’t budge. The oldest boy heard something like the sound of winds in the room behind him. He spun around and saw red writing on the wall.
“GET OUT LEAVE THIS PLACE.” He screamed for the boys but the door still wouldn't budge. The younger boys ran to get help leaving the youngest boy to watch over the oldest boy. One of the older boys ran into what seemed to be an office. There was a large desk covered in dust. On top of the desk sat a file. It read Regina Brown patent number X-125. Experimentation - successful. The boy took the file and continued to search for some kind of key. Meanwhile, the oldest boy was still locked in. He started to sob because he was so scared. He saw a figure. He thought the figure he saw was a woman in white. She was wearing a nightgown and a white robe. He was so scared he just shut his eyes praying to be rescued. The ghost went through the door and the door opened.’
“GUYS THE DOORS OPEN.” screamed the youngest boy.
“It’s not like I was scared.” boasted the oldest boy.
“Sure you weren’t.”
All of the boys met up again and looked at the file. The picture perfectly resembled the ghost that the oldest boy saw. The boys again became petrified and decided if it was best to begin looking for an exit. They walked down the long winding hallways until they came to a door labeled exit. They left but the oldest boy still didn’t feel quite right. He felt a breeze on his neck as if someone was following him. All the boys went home and agreed never to do that again. Later that night, the oldest boy was in his room. He went to the bathroom and when he came back his room had been torn to shreds. The bed wasn’t made the carpet was pulled up and written on his whiteboard was the words. “I'M COMING FOR YOU” He realized there was something going on. What if someone is haunting me, he thought. This continued to happen and then it made an impact on his school life as well. His locker was always messy. Then he started to get hurt. Random bruises would show up on his arm. He got a black eye once. This continued to happen until one day he decided it needed to stop. He took his father’s gun and shot himself.