My Language Arts teacher was wondering how well my work was edited and complete...so I stupidly recommended I bring something. So, this is what I picked. Tell me if I should add anything.

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Title:​ ​Moonlight​ ​(Excerpt​ ​from​ ​​Steel​ ​and​ ​Sapphire​) (966 Words)

Author:​ ​Kuro​ ​(I Have My Real Name Here)

Genre:​ ​Hurt/Comfort/Tragedy

Pairing:​ ​none

Characters:​ ​Slade,​ ​Richard

Backstory:​ ​Slade​ ​is​ ​Richard's​ ​arch​ ​enemy,​ ​but​ ​they​ ​have​ ​a​ ​complicated relationship.​ ​Sometimes​ ​they​ ​are​ ​allies​ ​(only​ ​in​ ​times​ ​of​ ​need)​ ​and​ ​other​ ​times they're​ ​at​ ​each​ ​other's​ ​throats.​ ​Usually​ ​they're​ ​just​ ​neutral.​ ​Slade​ ​is​ ​also​ ​a (master​ ​and​ ​well​ ​known​ ​grey)​ ​mercenary​ ​and​ ​Richard​ ​is​ ​a​ ​teen​ ​hero (opposites​ ​attract​ ​I​ ​guess).​ ​So,​ ​Slade​ ​sees​ ​Richard​ ​as​ ​a​ ​younger​ ​version​ ​of himself​ ​and​ ​wants​ ​him​ ​as​ ​an​ ​apprentice.​ ​But,​ ​with​ ​Richard​ ​on​ ​the​ ​opposite side​ ​of​ ​the​ ​law,​ ​he​ ​always​ ​refuses.​ ​At​ ​one​ ​point,​ ​Slade​ ​blackmails​ ​him​ ​into becoming​ ​his​ ​apprentice,despite​ ​him​ ​escaping​ ​soon​ ​after.​ ​Richard​ ​is​ ​the leader​ ​of​ ​a​ ​group​ ​of​ ​teen​ ​heroes.

Summary:​ ​After​ ​a​ ​fallout​ ​with​ ​his​ ​team​ ​and​ ​is​ ​kicked​ ​out,​ ​Richard​ ​finds​ ​himself lightly​ ​crying​ ​underneath​ ​a​ ​willow.​ ​He's​ ​alone​ ​until​ ​the​ ​master​ ​mercenary​ ​finds him. ______________________________________________________________ I​ ​leaned​ ​up​ ​against​ ​the​ ​large​ ​oak​ ​tree​ ​trunk.​ ​Its​ ​ridges​ ​cut​ ​through​ ​the back​ ​of​ ​my​ ​hero​ ​uniform​ ​and​ ​slightly​ ​into​ ​my​ ​back.​ ​Tears​ ​dripped​ ​down​ ​my face​ ​after​ ​they​ ​had​ ​penetrated​ ​my​ ​mask​ ​bottom.​ ​I​ ​used​ ​one​ ​hand​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​the soft​ ​grass​ ​and​ ​one​ ​to​ ​flick​ ​some​ ​tears​ ​off.

While​ ​I​ ​stared​ ​emotionless​ ​into​ ​the​ ​moonlight​ ​shedding​ ​itself​ ​onto​ ​grass and​ ​anything​ ​it​ ​could​ ​reach,​ ​soft-almost​ ​silent-footsteps​ ​reached​ ​my​ ​ears.​ ​I didn't​ ​even​ ​have​ ​to​ ​turn​ ​my​ ​head​ ​to​ ​know​ ​who​ ​it​ ​was.

He​ ​spoke​ ​from​ ​behind​ ​when​ ​he​ ​reached​ ​my​ ​tree,​ ​"Hello,​ ​Richard. Where's​ ​your​ ​little​ ​team?​ ​Finally​ ​decided​ ​that​ ​they​ ​don't​ ​need​ ​you​ ​anymore?"

I​ ​once​ ​hated​ ​him.​ ​His​ ​smooth​ ​talk,​ ​calm​ ​demeanor,​ ​sly​ ​tones.​ ​Not​ ​to forget​ ​the​ ​master​ ​skilled​ ​manipulation.​ ​All​ ​of​ ​it.​ ​I​ ​use​ ​to​ ​think​ ​he​ ​was​ ​the enemy.​ ​The​ ​black​ ​to​ ​the​ ​white.​ ​But​ ​now,​ ​a​ ​new​ ​shade​ ​has​ ​broken​ ​through; Grey.

I​ ​still​ ​gazed​ ​into​ ​the​ ​moon​ ​in​ ​awe​ ​as​ ​I​ ​spoke​ ​with​ ​a​ ​quiet​ ​tone.​ ​"I'm jealous​ ​of​ ​the​ ​moon.​ ​The​ ​way​ ​it​ ​can​ ​still​ ​glow​ ​brightly​ ​in​ ​the​ ​darkest​ ​of​ ​days, never​ ​giving​ ​up​ ​on​ ​it's​ ​job.​ ​The​ ​way​ ​it​ ​can​ ​cause​ ​anything​ ​to​ ​be​ ​beautiful​ ​with it's​ ​silver​ ​glow.​ ​But​ ​it​ ​can​ ​also​ ​be​ ​dangerous.​ ​It​ ​can​ ​hide​ ​the​ ​most​ ​dangerous things;​ ​Monsters,​ ​some​ ​would​ ​call.​ ​Things​ ​that​ ​go​ ​bump​ ​in​ ​the​ ​night."​ ​I​ ​took​ ​a deep​ ​sigh,"what​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing​ ​here,​ ​Slade?"

I​ ​turn​ ​my​ ​head​ ​to​ ​find​ ​him​ ​taking​ ​a​ ​seat​ ​to​ ​the​ ​right​ ​of​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​put​ ​most of​ ​his​ ​weight​ ​on​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​which​ ​were​ ​behind​ ​him​ ​on​ ​the​ ​grass.​ ​Slade's​ ​legs were​ ​parallel​ ​with​ ​each​ ​other​ ​and​ ​mine​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​tilted​ ​his​ ​head​ ​as​ ​he too​ ​looked​ ​into​ ​the​ ​view​ ​sprayed​ ​in​ ​front​ ​of​ ​us.​ ​As​ ​he​ ​closed​ ​his​ ​one​ ​visible eye,​ ​he​ ​looked​ ​relaxed​ ​but​ ​still​ ​on​ ​guard.

His​ ​smooth​ ​voice​ ​cut​ ​the​ ​silence​ ​that​ ​had​ ​taken​ ​over,​ ​"I​ ​only​ ​want​ ​to​ ​talk, little​ ​bird.​ ​What​ ​are​ ​you​ ​doing​ ​out​ ​here,​ ​alone​ ​might​ ​I​ ​add?"

"Only​ ​contemplating​ ​and​ ​waiting."​ ​I​ ​turned​ ​my​ ​head​ ​towards​ ​my​ ​left. There​ ​laid​ ​a​ ​large​ ​black​ ​duffel​ ​bag.​ ​I​ ​zipped​ ​it​ ​open​ ​with​ ​a​ ​tear​ ​stained​ ​glove and​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​a​ ​small​ ​silver​ ​and​ ​black​ ​device.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​blades​ ​Slade had​ ​provided​ ​me​ ​when​ ​I​ ​was​ ​forced​ ​to​ ​be​ ​his​ ​apprentice.​ ​It​ ​still​ ​had the-almost-threatening​ ​'S'​ ​insignia,​ ​which​ ​was​ ​carved​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​a​ ​circle that​ ​sprouted​ ​2​ ​long,​ ​wickey​ ​sharp,​ ​curvy​ ​blades.

At​ ​some​ ​point​ ​while​ ​I​ ​was​ ​admiring​ ​the​ ​blades,​ ​he​ ​opened​ ​his​ ​silver​ ​and blue​ ​eye.​ ​It​ ​was​ ​almost​ ​a​ ​steel​ ​grey​ ​and​ ​it​ ​sparkled​ ​in​ ​the​ ​similar​ ​colored moonlight.​ ​Though​ ​it​ ​was​ ​usually​ ​emotionless,​ ​it​ ​still​ ​had​ ​small​ ​hints​ ​of emotion.​ ​As​ ​if​ ​to​ ​tell​ ​you​ ​that​ ​he's​ ​still​ ​alive​ ​and​ ​listening,​ ​always​ ​listening.​ ​His eye​ ​is​ ​like​ ​the​ ​Eye​ ​of​ ​Horus;​ ​omniscient​ ​always​ ​lurking​ ​and​ ​aware.​ ​His​ ​pupil was​ ​like​ ​a​ ​black​ ​hole;​ ​taking​ ​up​ ​your​ ​attention​ ​from​ ​other​ ​things.​ ​I​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​it could​ ​devour​ ​you.

​ ​​ ​His​ ​voice​ ​grew​ ​soft,​ ​"you​ ​still​ ​have​ ​it."

​ ​​ ​​ ​I​ ​set​ ​down​ ​the​ ​blade​ ​in​ ​between​ ​my​ ​legs,​ ​grabbed​ ​the​ ​duffle​ ​bag,​ ​and heaved​ ​it​ ​in​ ​between​ ​us,"I​ ​have​ ​all​ ​of​ ​it,​ ​Slade.​ ​I​ ​kept​ ​it​ ​all."

​ ​​ ​​ ​Slade's​ ​eye​ ​widened​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulled​ ​out​ ​the​ ​2​ ​colored​ ​apprentice​ ​outfit,​ ​a​ ​few more​ ​blades,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​spiked​ ​edged​ ​domino​ ​mask.​ ​"Does​ ​this​ ​mean-"

​ ​​ ​​ ​I​ ​interrupted,​ ​"yes,​ ​I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​your​ ​apprentice​ ​again.​"​​ ​Slade​ ​turned​ ​his head​ ​towards​ ​me,​ ​his​ ​eye​ ​settled​ ​back​ ​down.​ ​Though​ ​if​ ​you​ ​looked​ ​closely, you​ ​could​ ​tell​ ​he​ ​still​ ​was​ ​a​ ​bit​ ​surprised.​ ​He​ ​reached​ ​his​ ​hand​ ​up​ ​to​ ​my​ ​face and​ ​began​ ​to​ ​wipe​ ​the​ ​silent​ ​tears​ ​off​ ​my​ ​face.​ ​I​ ​leaned​ ​into​ ​the​ ​touch,​ ​trusting him.

"Why?"

"I​ ​lost​ ​so​ ​many​ ​people​ ​and​ ​I​ ​just​ ​don't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​hurt​ ​anymore."

Slade's​ ​eye​ ​softened,​ ​"Richard....you'll​ ​always​ ​be​ ​hurting.​ ​The​ ​best​ ​thing​ ​you can​ ​do​ ​now​ ​is​ ​mold​ ​it​ ​into​ ​a​ ​strength.​ ​I​ ​may​ ​want​ ​you​ ​as​ ​an​ ​apprentice,​ ​but​ ​on only​ ​your​ ​free​ ​will.​ ​Is​ ​this​ ​what​ ​you​ ​really​ ​want?"

I​ ​nodded​ ​and​ ​wrapped​ ​my​ ​lithe​ ​arms​ ​around​ ​his​ ​Kevlar​ ​covered​ ​chest. Surprised​ ​by​ ​the​ ​hug,​ ​he​ ​slowly​ ​wrapped​ ​his​ ​muscular​ ​arms​ ​around​ ​my​ ​body. He​ ​started​ ​to​ ​stroke​ ​my​ ​raven​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​whispered​ ​reassuring​ ​things.​ ​Slade​ ​let me​ ​go​ ​so​ ​he​ ​could​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​the​ ​duffle​ ​bag​ ​with​ ​one​ ​hand​ ​and​ ​throw​ ​it​ ​over his​ ​shoulder,​ ​after​ ​packing​ ​everything​ ​back​ ​up​ ​again.​ ​With​ ​now​ ​two​ ​open​ ​arms Slade​ ​embraced​ ​me​ ​bridal​ ​style​ ​and​ ​stood​ ​up.​ ​He​ ​began​ ​to​ ​walk​ ​towards​ ​his haunt.

​ ​​ ​​ ​​ ​"Let's​ ​go,​ ​​Apprentice​."