Savatar's Monologue

I know it's been a while and I’ve been fine, up until now, because something came up. Marcus died. It happened on O'connell street in the capital of dublin. I was there when it happened. The enemy had me pinned down, but that didn’t stop me from winning. I got curious to as of who he was, seeing as of how good he was, but that's when I realised my mistake. When I checked out who it was, I discovered that it was Marcus. I didn't think about who was shooting at me from the distance, only the fact that he was. He died at my hands, and I never even thought it would be him, the enemy sniper, it had never crossed my mind! But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s dead. He’s dead, because of my decision. I felt a wave of nauseous, and all these emotions,

Tolys has a tattoo of a bumblebee on his left ankle, faded yellow and black. It's hidden by his boots most of the time, but sometimes at night he pulls his knee up to his chest so he can rub the tiny stripes with his fingers against the bones of his foot, back and forth and back until he is finally able to get to sleep.

"Ava... Ava." I hear my name being called and I groan at the intrusion of my sleep. I turn over to my side and bring the blankets up, covering my face completely from the morning sun.

She kept on thinking. I wonder how things will turn out? She felt nervous and anxious for school today, like she did everyday.

Mercuito; You have stated that thou shall not go missing before, but yet here thee stand, taller and stronger than before!

As I close my eyes even for the briefest of seconds, I still feel my heart race and adrenaline pulse throughout my body, as my fingers tighten around the throttle of my All-Terrain Vehicle. My eyes focusing on each object in my path as if I were a bird of prey soaring in on its next meal; where puddles of rain, loose rocks, fallen tree limbs, aged stumps now hidden by magnificent ferns of the Pacific Northwest, could maim my escape of reality and the burdens daily life. I am one with my machine racing through the wood line of some primal forest, skirting narrow trails with sheer vertical drops that would frighten most pedestrians; it is here on my machine, wearing protective garments, my helmet in hand pretending as if I were a gladiator entering an ancient

Mercutio, sitting comfortably on his hospital bed, bobs his head side to side as the nurse changes his bandages. He seems to be enjoying his time staying at the hospital: being the cousin of the prince, he gets his own private room and a beautiful view of Verona. As the nurse finishes, he winks and his eyes follow her leaving the room. “Alright, so you want to know about my brave incident?” he says as I grab a chair to sit down with him.

We went back to FOB McHenry after the Medevac arrived. We never caught up with the rest of the elements, so we were never even a part of the main effort. My vehicle had to be towed to the FOB, so we received a ride from another platoon. Once we got back there my Senior Scout took me to go look at my vehicle in the maintenance bay. There was a hole exactly where the TC seat was. The pieces started to come together. I couldn’t push through the kill zone because the battery box is under the TC seat, so with the battery gone, we weren’t going anywhere. We had never been blown up on a dirt road, it has always been on a main route, and it usually came from the side of the road, never underneath. This was a game changer for us.

I Stood there at the door not sure if I should come in or to turn and walk

I made absolutely sure to get to my volunteering early, though it did mean losing more sleep than I liked. Marcy seemed to be in a bit of a better mood, and she had looked genuinely impressed when she saw I hadn’t lost my nametag, which confirmed I really had made a terrible first impression. I had a lot to try to fix in my next few days, and I wasn’t sure if I was happy or upset about that.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

Barry Allen was once an average citizen like the rest of us. But a lighting bolt struck a case full of chemicals causing them to spill all over him and just like that little did he know his life would change forever. As a result, Barry found that he has the ability to run at at incredibly fast rates thus “the flash” was born also known as “the fastest man alive” and he would use these newfound powers to help the city police and FBI fight off crime and to protect his beloved loved ones.

Four years and three schools later, and I’m still standing. Thank You to my wonderful parents, for putting up with me. Honestly, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you. Ma, I know you’ve been to hell and back with me, but MAMA I FINALLY MADE IT! Thank You to my amazing sister, you’ve been my rock this whole time. I know I don’t tell you enough, but thank you so much. To my un-biological sister, Jamie, I love you more than you’ll ever know. Thank you for putting up with me for 12 years, I love you so much Jwoww. Shoutout to my Holy Cross sisters. You taught me to live every day with Courage, Compassion, and Scholarship. Long live Lide English 1, always remember Thea Kreis, and Ouellete Advisory

I have to run faster. He is getting too close. Veronica, you can out run him I tell myself, but the pain in my chest everytime I take a breath is telling me otherwise. He is close enough now that I can feel his breaths on the back of my neck. The man’s arms pull me to the ground. Should I even try to escape? He is much larger than me, and my guess is he is about thirty-five. I am only sixteen. If I try to get away, it would probably just make him more angry. Maybe I can talk to him.

Oliver vows that every person on his father’s list will wish he too had died on that island. Similar to the first episode of Arrow, The Flash has it’s first episode named Pilot as well. It begins with a flashback to when Barry Allen’s, the main character, mom is killed in an unexplainable event and his dad is convicted of her murder… which Barry believes to be untrue. Now, 14 years later, Barry works for Central City C.S.I and is quite good at his job. On one particular night a particle accelerator, created by Harrison Wells and was supposed to change the way everyone thought about physics, exploded releasing an unimaginable amount of dark energy. Lightning then struck Barry, which put him in a coma for nine months. After waking up, Barry began to notice certain things were slowing down… or so he thought. In reality, he was just moving unexplainably fast. When a man named Clyde Martin that can inexplicably control the weather starts terrorizing the city, Barry takes it upon himself to take him down. He speaks with Oliver Queen for advice, Barry knows Oliver is the Arrow, and Oliver tells him that he can inspire people the way he himself never could. Barry then takes on Clyde Martin head on and defeats him. The storylines between the two shows are similar because they both begin by showing what made the two heroes and what made them who they are stemmed from former accidents.