The Order of Heroes

"....you will let me do my act girl" he said "the other host has long since given up and does what I saw" he said "and if you don't let me win, he will make you" the arm said

"I think you said enough. Back to what ever put your crawled from." Oliver said to it, holding her close.

He tried to grab him, her eyes going wide

"That's not how this works...." he said

"Remember the lake?" Oliver asked. "How the fireflies danced, and the cricket serianad or love. That night we confessed our love, and had one another for the first time."

the arm gripped him "...baby" she said, the arm slowly starting to loosen up ".....we both know the first time you said it you didn't mean it" she said almost laughing "slowly I became your girl, but... for a while I was nothing but your pit stop" she said

"Don't let it win." Oliver told her. "Your stronger than that."

she let out a tear, leaning her head against his chest "....ya..." she said, the arm, still there, fighting back but unable to move, though he could feel a constant struggle going on, she slowly leaned in kissing him on the lips, for the first time in years she no longer looked like a demon

"You pushed it back." Oliver said holding her.

"still.... am" she said, the arm still trying to break free

"Then I will never leave your side." He told her.

she smiled, burring her face into his chest. A few moments later her pager went off "s...someone is attacking the library" she said

"Then we need to be there now." Ligature was ready go in a moment grabbing his sword.

she nods, heading off

Litaure stops infront of the library to see who was attacking it.

the library was covered in ice as the cold air was a contrast to the warm arm just beyond their reach

"Careful" Litature told her, drawing his sword and moving foreword.

she nodded, heading in, seeing a pair of young siblings, standing in front of a man with a similar black arm to Natalie

Litaure takes a ready stance. "Who are you?"

"Her other half" the armed man said, holding his arm "...and someone who is tired having to live in fear of metas who will end us in an instant" he said

"Wonderful, this again." Litaure mummered. 'It make it really hard to support your case when you use metas to cause more problems."

"I WASN'T ONE OF YOU!" he said "I was making a name for myself, getting the world to know the name of Director Klausdon, but then.... then that mad meta took something from me..." he said holding up his left arm "no one took me seriously again! I lost the presence, the clout I had built up" he said "...you metas took from me, I'll take from you, I got myself a pair of metas who will freeze the world over for me" he said, in front of him were a pair of blue haired individuals, one, a male, about 16 years old blasting ice at the library, the other, a young girl, seemingly 7 or so years old, with light blue hair, and a tattered and warn out white dress, were firing ice at the library

"Really? Revenge serviced cold?" Litaure said rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Kids, I know this guy has probally made some big clams, but I'm going to have to ask you to stop before I have to use force."

the older one looked at him "don't use your powers" he said "it will make the world hate you"" mom said" the boy said "well, metas, where were you when she was dying huh?" the boy said "at least now you have to pay attention to us" he said, the ice pointing towards Literature "you go off having these grand adventures and leave the little folk like my mom.... in need of a hero, and you lot never came" he said "none of you ever came" he said "...tell me why should I stop?" he said "....you are finally paying attention to us Blackthorns" he said

"WE can't be everywhere at once." Litature said setting down his sword, and walking past it, hand out. "I understand the pain. To loose someone you love is one of the hardest things to go though, But is this how you want her remembered? Lady Balckthorn, mother of a monster?" He stops in front of him. 'Son, Don't do this to her. Don't do it to yourself, and don't do it to the little one."

".....at least this way" he says shaking, his sister reaching over to grab his hand to comfort him, before he glared at Literature, using his ice powers to shoot himself away from him "she will be remembered" he said his arm becoming covered in ice