Energy Ωmega-class Metahuman
Posts : 5835 Join date : 2012-02-23 Age : 28 Location : My bedroom where I spend most my time cause I have no life XP
RPG character Name: Milicondras Gen- *is shot and a new person walks in clearing his throat* Miley..... Code Name: Fire Spitter (But that's only in other worlds.... for now 0 u 0) Villain or good guy?: Good
| Subject: A reflection of the past (solo) Mon Dec 15, 2014 9:24 am | |
| Jenny was fighting a man who was very skilled in combat who managed to get the upper hand on her and hit her super hard in the face making her hit the ground hard everything going black. Though she slowly regained vision as she heard a familiar your girls voice.
"You're just like her..." Jenny quickly turned around in a completely black room and saw a shorter younger version of herself with a red jewel in her fore head. "You're just like her..." she pointed to the jewel. "I thought we said we wouldn't turn into her... I thought we were stronger than that...." another her walked out of her who had her punk style who looked like her from when she was about to join the titans and narrowed her eyes at her a small shallow hole in her forehead. "What about not killing? What happened to that? Hell what happened to not using guns because that's what she used to kill all those people?"
Jenny scoffed rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. "It's easier to just kill some-" "No!" They both shouted at the same time as a third one came out from before she changed her looks a large gash in her stomach. She poked Jennys fore head with two fingers looking at her in a serious and mature fashion. We all know that it being easier shouldn't matter Jenny. You only kill when absolutely necessary.” SHe narrowed her eyes recrossing her arms. “What happened to us? When did we become such a baby? No one Jak can’t stand to see us anymore.” Jenny went wide eyed at this but then shouted. “Shut up all of you! I-”
A forth one came out laughing her irises read her hair black with red highlights looking like the first version of her. She laughed right their in an insane fashion. "I thought I would never see the day that you became me.... Look at you with your black hair, your gun slinging ways, The rush you get off killing another... You are me.... You're me but only a little less insane.... You got weak over the years and now you're letting everything get to you, You even let some punk kid shoot you. I remember how you managed to push me off with your will alone until i was removed from you... Now look at you. "
Jenny was trembling now as she listened looking at them as they formed into a 14 year old version of her looking up at her with teary eyes. "You were everything I hoped to be and more... Now you're my nightmare... Why..." She clenched her fist and floated up punching jenny in the face making her stumble back and fall on her butt and as the younger version of her walked to her she slowly aged up to Jennys current age but what she'd look like if she hadn't changed her hair style. She held her hand out to Jenny with a straight face.
"You're better than this Jenny... and it's not too late to come back from this..." Jenny was hesitant but reached out and grabbed her hand and she yanked her up to her feet shoving her forward into a bright light. Jenny's eyes snapped open to see the man abut to shoot her but Jenny quickly kicked it out of his hand rotating her body stepping down on his hand and using her other foot to hold his head to the ground as she grabbed his gun pointing it at his head. "......" The man was scared to death and shouted "What are you waiting for shoot me damn it!"
"...... no....." she then flipped the gun in her hand and used the butt of the gun to bash his head and knock him out as the police came. She then picked him up handing him to the police silently as she just walked off pausing as she stood in front of a window looking to her own reflection and saw herself who hand helped her up smiling back at her. She then smiled slightly back and walked off. 'guess its time for another hair cut...' she thought to herself. | |
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