Dust Bunnies
Poof I'm in your face...
I couldn’t tell you my reasons if I tried… Something just told me, that you wouldn’t believe me… Bolt thought, standing on top of the largest building in the city. Dressed in her outfit that marked her as Bolt-Spark, a known, a very well-known villainess. Holding her hand to the hood of her cloak, Bolt-Spark made sure it wouldn’t blow off in the roaring winds.
Watching on as her team members of villainy plagued the city, not the slightest bit of pity bit in her eyes. The screams of rolling thunder claps, flashes of lightning showing where she stood finally, annoyance within her soul making the lightning shimmer in the stormy skies. Grey clouds lighting up shades of purple, pink and blue. Only now, when the storm was at its climax did she remove her hood from her head.
Her hair of brunette blew throw the air, as her team laughed in the mayhem. Fires were lit, and cars were crashed. Though she stood there, thinking about her choices in life. “They deserve to suffer… They didn’t give me a chance in my life… Nor in my beginning.” Bolt-Spark spoke with clear bitterness, as she looked at her wrist looking at her tattoo, before once more pulling up the glove to cover the mark that held a key to her creation into becoming the character of fear that people of the city knew too well.
“I wanted to use these abilities for good. Those pigs wouldn’t have stopped those people, so I did, and then I was labelled as a villain…” She hissed bitterly thinking about her days as the night crawling villain this city of idiots that believed the media over a person crying out for help.
Closing her eyes, balling her fists. Her mask covering her main features, as the wind blew her hair wildly. Walking over to the exit, she slowly made her way down the steps. Echoing of her heels, on the stairs, nothing seemed more musical to her ears.
Finally making her way onto the streets, looking over to a wall, she smirked. Concentrating the energy within her body into her right hand, holding it to the wall, the bursting electricity began to roughly burn a symbol of Bolt-Spark and her team. Once she was done, a simple smirk was plastered against her cheek. Skipping off through the chaos, noticing a symbol that triggered memories caused her hurt and anger to bubble to the surface, as she focused her energy into her hand before blasting it into a shop window.
Sparks flew through the shop, and as Bolt walked away, the explosion roared behind her. A smirk plastered across her cheek, as she watched the heroes of the city arriving. “Here’s where the real fight is…” Bolt purred listening to the howling and laughter of her friends.
StriderBro
Watching on as her team members of villainy plagued the city, not the slightest bit of pity bit in her eyes. The screams of rolling thunder claps, flashes of lightning showing where she stood finally, annoyance within her soul making the lightning shimmer in the stormy skies. Grey clouds lighting up shades of purple, pink and blue. Only now, when the storm was at its climax did she remove her hood from her head.
Her hair of brunette blew throw the air, as her team laughed in the mayhem. Fires were lit, and cars were crashed. Though she stood there, thinking about her choices in life. “They deserve to suffer… They didn’t give me a chance in my life… Nor in my beginning.” Bolt-Spark spoke with clear bitterness, as she looked at her wrist looking at her tattoo, before once more pulling up the glove to cover the mark that held a key to her creation into becoming the character of fear that people of the city knew too well.
“I wanted to use these abilities for good. Those pigs wouldn’t have stopped those people, so I did, and then I was labelled as a villain…” She hissed bitterly thinking about her days as the night crawling villain this city of idiots that believed the media over a person crying out for help.
Closing her eyes, balling her fists. Her mask covering her main features, as the wind blew her hair wildly. Walking over to the exit, she slowly made her way down the steps. Echoing of her heels, on the stairs, nothing seemed more musical to her ears.
Finally making her way onto the streets, looking over to a wall, she smirked. Concentrating the energy within her body into her right hand, holding it to the wall, the bursting electricity began to roughly burn a symbol of Bolt-Spark and her team. Once she was done, a simple smirk was plastered against her cheek. Skipping off through the chaos, noticing a symbol that triggered memories caused her hurt and anger to bubble to the surface, as she focused her energy into her hand before blasting it into a shop window.
Sparks flew through the shop, and as Bolt walked away, the explosion roared behind her. A smirk plastered across her cheek, as she watched the heroes of the city arriving. “Here’s where the real fight is…” Bolt purred listening to the howling and laughter of her friends.
StriderBro