Darkender

Thanks a bunches!

Could someone do me the favor of adding Dr. Destiny from the JLA animated series to the database?

She's brought down a nation with some berries before does that count? haha

A quick little thing I thought up when I was done reading the last book. Tell me what ya' think.

The brisk wind was cold against her face, chapping her already dry lips. She sat up, wincing as her sides screamed in pain. She closed her eyes, allowing the pain to fade before she took in her surroundings. Looking around she realized she had no idea where she was. What surrounded her were desolate buildings where embers still flickered with burning life. Vehicles abandoned and streets without signs of life. What happened? She thought. The last she had remembered she had fell asleep in the Capitol apartment. Were they overtaken in her sleep? No. No way would she have slept through such a thing. This still begged the question of where she was at the moment. Then it hit her. What if she was captured? What if she was placed back into the games to show the people of Panem how to clip the wings of a mockingjay? Her heart raced and hands went clammy as she realized she still had her bow. She took it in her grasp and it hummed to her touch. She drew back the bowstring and took a cautious step forward. Meanwhile, in the shadows of the rubble a figure stood. His chiseled frame exposed by his ragged clothing. He watched the young girl with her bow drawn run for cover, checking every corner. He looked to the sky and watched the still sun, it wasn't real. Then again, he knew this wasn't real for a while now. The only question was how to escape. However the means, and he knew this girl was the key. He watched her intently as she broke down a door to what was left of an apartment. He knew what he needed to do. The night came dramatically, but Riddick had no need for the sparkling lights of the sky, for he was a creature of the night. He moved silently across the rooftops before landing above his prey. Slipping in through a window, he made his descent through the complex. He walked the ground level corridor before bending down to observe the razor thin wire that lay before his feet. He pulled his makeshift blade and took a step back into the shadows. Katniss held her bow at the ready. She knew whatever was out there was coming for her, no doubt waiting for the advantage of the night. The day was too silent for comfort. Every squeak or rustling from the winds sounded like an enemy coming in for the kill. So she waited, keeping her hands busy with traps of all sorts. "Your traps are amateur." She released an arrow into the direction of the voice. It flew into the darkness without a sound. Without hesitation she flung herself through the window, rolling as she hit the ground and running. Riddick strolled to the window as he watched the Katniss run, now with a pack full of supplies. "Let the games begin." He said with a smirk.