Thread: Not Everyone is Who they Appear((DOM&LostOne))

John Terem's heart was pounding as the adreniline from their night's adventures coursed through his veins. He was a tall man, and almost three decades of working out had left him with a very muscular physique which his sleek black tights showed off in great detail. His parents had made a fortune in the electronics industry and had left him with a rather large fortune he literally didn't need to do anything to maintain he had brokers and accountants to do that for him. At the age of five he had began training in the martial arts and at ten he had started weight training and when he was 19 he had arrived at no conclusion what he would do with his life. This was until he had accidentally encountered an attempted rape at a party. He had always enjoyed pushing around those who were smaller than him and that was almost everybody and doing so in the name of justice worked out perfectly for him. He had beaten up the would-be rapist very severely and then turned to the woman whose blouse was open. She thanked him profusely with an open shirt, exposed breasts and a look of fear in her eyes -this laid the seeds for his sadistic streak. He quickly realized that Law Enforcement would prove too confining for him, and that he would have to hold back his baser drives. Instead he created a persona. He chose an two-piece set of black tights which had a dark-blue area making it appear he was wearing a blue speedo, he had a dark blue belt which he carried a taser, smoke bombs, lock picks, restraints and other accoutrement, he also had a dark black top and dark blue gloves and boots. Completing the outfit was a black cowl he covered his clean shaven face and short black hair. He called himself Night Sentry and for years apprehended drug rings, burglary rings, fencing operations and other medium-level organized crime operations, almost always violently. He had built up a rapport with the police, who even gave him a special number that he could call so that his arrests recieved priority when he reported them. For years the public looked up to him as a mysterious guardian of justice and order. Then he had worked the case where a pedophile ring had targeted a junior high-school, and she had helped him find out which of the teachers were a part of it. He smiled as he took off his cowl and looked over at her as she sighed sadly. He remembered the hero worship in her eyes when they had met. He wasn't sure why, but he had been touched by something in her eyes when they talked and he offered to show her his lair. From there he effectively bought her from her parents and trained her. In the course of training in one of their early sessions he had pinned her down face-first onto the mat of his gym and held her arm twisted behind her back. At first he had been demonstrating different holds one could use on an opponent, but then she had gotten scared, and the look of fear in her eyes aroused him -and he had gone further, pushing her arm up between her shoulders as far as he could without damaging her, and combining this with taunts. When he had finished he'd had an tender, raging erection and her eyes were puffy and red from crying -and that's when he decided that he would have her. He designed her costume and gave her the name 'Dark Child' Night sentry and 'dark child' It'll look great in the papers. he had told her, and then chuckled when he had heard kids refer to her as 'dork child' while he was on a trip to the mall out of costume. Tonight was their second time out together -he had held a press conference after their first mission to introduce her to the public. He was right, the press loved her, especially the cover story they had created of her being the orphan child of murdered german immigrants. He had seen a gleam in her eye while the press doted on her, it was the same gleam that she had in her eye while they were in the middle of their adventures. It was then that he knew there was no way she could ever walk away from him. So it would be tonight. He walked up behind her hand set his hand down on her shoulder with a hard clap, and as usual she winced and fought to keep her balance. Good work tonight, deesea He said warmly. He slid his hand down from her shoulder and wrapped his arm around her bare mid-section. We're going to make a very good team -just like I thought. I think we're going to end up working out great. he pulled her with him as he turned towards the elevator that led to the mansion upstairs. To celebrate, I think it's time we took the next step in your training... Holding her close he looked down into her eyes with a look that dared her to disagree and he jabbed the button for the elevator with his other hand.