This is Reaper of Heroes, and this story is Red X Rising. It's actually a very old story of mine, which I posted when I had a different username. Anyways, I went back read this, and was appalled at the grammar mistakes I made as a novice writer. So I went back through, edited every chapter, and reposted them all. If any of you reading this are old subscribers, you can reread the edited version, or you cannot. If you are new, then please read. Now to the story.
It was a stormy night in Jump City, the rain poured hard on Robin as he made a quick sweep of the city on his motorcycle before going home. He did this every night because it gave him a sense of satisfaction that he was doing his job right. As he rounded a sharp corner a red flying object slashed through his front tire, causing his motorcycle to flip. As he slowly picked himself up off the wet asphalt a figure in a black suit stood over him.
"Long time, no see; thought I'd say hi." The figure said, obviously filtered.
"Red X," Robin growled, grinding his teeth in anger as he stared at the white skull mask with the mocking red x marking the eye like a scar. He remembered when he had created the suit. He regretted the reason why and what he did with the suit, but he knew he needed to get it back from this psychopath. He had no idea what Red X would do, just that whatever he did someone innocent would most likely get hurt. "I'm taking you in."
"Ha, you say that every time we meet yet, I always get away. I don't think you'll ever…uff!" Red X's mockery was cut short as Robin quickly struck with a punched in the gut, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to double over in pain.
Robin used this as an opportunity to land a barrage of blows on his opponent, not giving Red X any opportunity for a counter attack. Robin landed the final blow, a furious punch across Red X's temple, knocking him out cold and causing him to fall to the ground. As he stood there in the middle of the street, being pelted by the rain and torn at by the wind, Robin knelt down to unmask Red X.
"Time to finally find out who this psycho really is," Robin muttered to himself. He slowly lifted the white skull mask, and what he saw sent a wave of horror and shock coursing through him. He recognized the person. He had thought he had left that life behind him; but thinking and knowing, apparently, were two different things. Once Robin got over the shock he ran, he left his motorcycle, and ran all the way back to the tower.
As he entered the living room, Robin was sopping wet, cold, panting, and out of breath.
"Dude, what happened, and where's your motorcycle?" Cyborg asked, pausing his and Beast Boys game.
"Red X" was all Robin said before every body was around him. They were all asking him what happened and how he got away. "Look, I just want to go to my room!" Robin shouted, storming off, leaving every body starring at him, surprised at his outburst.
He couldn't believe who it was, after all this time, his past had come back to haunt him. Robin entered his room and went to the shower. The warm water felt good against his cold skin and he just stood there, letting the water hit him and roll down his body. He should tell his team, but no, that would only put them in more danger. This was his problem, his past; he didn't need to get them involved. He had to fix this on his own.
Robin stepped out of the shower and put on his pajamas, then he turned and looked into the mirror. He now had raven black hair that was short and spiky, his muscles were toned and developed, he had a light tan, and dark brown eyes. So much since then, since he had lived that life, since he had worked with him. That was his original life, what he originally had picked to do. Yet this felt like the true him, unlike the other him from all those years ago. This felt like his true calling, what he was meant to do with his life, but he guessed the past and future were always intertwined. Robin lay down in his bed and drifted off into a very restless sleep.
(Flashback/dream)
It was nighttime in Gotham City and Robin was leaning against a dirty, red brick building in a dark back ally waiting for the delivery man to arrive with the package. He wore dark sunglasses with long, wavy black hair with red streaks through it. His red t-shirt clung to his black leather jacket that hung loosely over baggy, black sweat pants with red shoes. A large white van pulled up, and a short, plump man gets out with a small box in his hands.
"You got the package?" Robin asked with a dangerous tone in his voice.
"You got the dough," asked the man, in a gruff, scratchy voice.
"Twenty grand right here." Robin said squatting down, patting a metal case and opening it so the man could see. "It's yours, if you got what I asked for."
"I got 'em, five high powered laser pistols, stolen from Star Labs." He opened the small box, revealing five small, silvery pistols with a glowing red power core. As Robin examined the pistols the man greedily eyed the money on the ground.
"Very nice," Robin complimented, "No wonder you're considered the best stealth man in the business. These baby's were locked up tight." They traded packages, and as the man turned around to head back to his truck, Robin pulled out one of the pistols. It went off without a sound, just a burst of red light and the thud of a body and the metal case hitting the concrete.
"To bad you charge too much, otherwise you would have lived. Oh well, your loss." Robin smiled evilly as he dragged the man's body into the back of the truck and drove off.
(End of flashback/dream)
And that's it for the first chapter. As a side note, there will probably be limited author's notes, as I have nothing really to say about the updating of this story. So I guess that's it. Reaper of Heroes out.
