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Loki perturbs PoppyI stood in the doorway of the chamber where their prisoner was kept. As I looked in, he faced away from me just staring at the opposite glass wall. "I knew you would come eventually. You can't possibly keep away." Loki's voice sent a shiver down my spine. My chest burned, right in the spot where I had earlier been shot with Loki's scepter. "I just wanted to see S.H.I.E.L.D.'s newest pet." I shot back. He turned to face me. His long, cold, pale face frightened me inside, but I stood firm. His was the face that had tortured my dreams for years. "Scared, bird child?' He sneered. I stepped forward. "Not unless I'm scared of little princesses." I wasn't gonna take anything from this jerk. He almost killed so many people. He grinned evilly. "Cruelty in your heart Odd for a so called Avenger." He said. I walked straight up to the glass, stopping a few steps away from it. "It's not cruelty. Believe me, I have been cruel before. That's in the past. Now, this, here, is what we earth people
TractusI am Jason Marline, more commonly known as Tractus. I am an average guy, seventeen years old, and your average everyday superhero. I defend Chicago, alongside my ally, Tempus. Tempus is a good real life friend of mine. She controls time, and I control space. Tempus is really Meghan Hollace, queen geek, superhero expert. Meg and I got our powers at the same time, three years ago. We were a government experament, never meant to see the light of day. We were two of six experaments, all made by a scientist who was determined to make innocent kids weapons of mass destruction. We didn't know then what we would become. All we knew was our parents had sold us, we weren't wanted, and we didn't belong anywhere.
It was a normal Monday afternoon, in summer. I was 14, lazy as ever. This is the story of how I destroyed Chicago. I was laying on the couch when mom came thudding down the stairs, a ginormous suitcase in her hands. She had been acting really strange the past few days, giving me weird loo
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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