Spectre climbed up a small path to the top of a hill at the edge of Angel Island. He could see the ocean on Mobius Prime and if he turned around he had a good view over the Island. During his childhood he often came here. But now he hadn't returned to it for decades.
Er schloss die Augen, versuchte zu schlafen, wenn auch wieder mal nur für wenige Minuten. Mehr konnte er nicht tun um dem allem zu entfliehen - den Schmerzen, der Einsamkeit, dem Hunger, dem quälenden Durst.
Another beautiful sunrise - but unfortunately no one in Haven aside of those in front of the surveillance screens could see it since the Guardian's base had no windows.
Kleine Anmerkung am Anfang noch: Diese Fanfic verdient schon fast nicht mehr das Genre Romantik sondern schon eher WAFF (Warm and fuzzy feelings)
Zwei Wochen waren nun vergangen, seit sie Nosedive aus dem Krankenhaus entlassen hatten.
Snow fell gently and covered the world with a soft white blanket. It was the time of peacefulness - or boredom, depending on the point of view.
The Guardians - minus Athair - slouched on the seats in the conference room.
Jessie und James hatten bis vor einem halben Jahr noch zwei zusätzliche Mitglieder: John und Bow-Wow (der Name stammt von meiner Schwester, sie wollte ihn unbedingt beibehalten und ich wollte sie nicht enttäuschen).
Slowly Lien-Da regained consciousness. She blinked a few times but all she saw was darkness. Unbelievingly she wanted to rub her eyes but something held her hands behind her back in a tight grip. String was painfully scuffing over her wrists.
Dies ist nicht nur ein Crossover, sondern eine Fusion. Ich hab die Folgen Virus aus dem Eis und Am Abgrund genommen und sie auf Angel Island spielen lassen. Mit den Mitgliedern der Brotherhood of Haven (Guardians) als Hauptrollen.
"For a land of sun it's rainy quite often", Tandrak muttered, tilted back his head and looked at the grey sky. There was just slight drizzle but a moist fur didn't feel that much better than a wet one. "What a great start..."
"Aw, don't be such a pessimist.
“…two people died, fourteen are injured. Detroit…”
“Can’t you turn that shit off? I’m trying to think”, Gene complained.
“Sorry, curly. I can write the better stuff when I’m surrounded by noise. Lock yourself in the bathroom if you have a problem with it.”
“I can’t.
The smell of sweat and blood was in his nose when Spectre slowly regained consciousness. Every single muscle in his body was hurting. When he opened his eyes he saw darkness around him.
Author's note:
The main part of this story happens several hundred years after the main storyline in the comics so it is alternate universe completely.
What can you believe in when no one believes in you? Who can you trust in a world without heroes? Where do you begin when you don’t know where you’re going? What do you wish for when all your dreams have beaten out of you?
