"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

When George Newton moves to Bantfell with the promise of superheroes and excitement and a way to finally control the abilities that have been taunting him all his life, he hardly expects to walk into a town full of chaos. Bantfell is falling apart as unnamed terrorists and Vandalizers smear messages on dirty brick walls. As if there wasn't enough reason to fear when fires and smashed glass rage every night, supers are turning. With hero morphing to villain every minute who can be trusted when even The R's loyalties are called into question? George must learn to control his powers and embrace the super within him before he's the only one left standing. A companion to Masks.

After the last episode of Young Justice(which really pissed me off), Wally is trapped in the Speed Force. But it can't contain Wallace West, The Fastest Man Alive! (This is crossover, DC and Marvel.)

People are different. What makes them different is what i don't know about, but what i know about is the way i am affected by them..My heart is not broken but its crushed by the one with a different clothing.....am stuck in my past still trying to find my way and now am searching for the one who will make a difference

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