Existence

-Chapter One: Shadow Sound-

The late day approached well into the afternoon; dusk making it's beautiful appearance in but only an hour, at longest. Fingers strummed on the strings in a smooth steady motion, allowing a smooth melody to sound off to the remaining people walking by. The upbeat tune attracting several bystanders to the girl with a warm smile playing the chords.

You say yes,
I say no.
You say stop
And I say go go go,
Oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.

I say high,
you say low.
You say why
And I say I don't know,
Oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
(Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye)
hello hello
(Hello Goodbye)
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
(Hello Goodbye Hello Goodbye)
hello hello
(Hello Goodbye)
I don't know why you say goodbye
(Hello Goodbye)
I say hello

Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye,
Oh no?

You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello.

You say yes
(I say "yes")
I say no
(but I may mean no.)
You say stop
(I can stay)
And I say go go go
(till it's time to go),
Oh no.
You say goodbye and I say hello
Hello hello

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello hello
I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello
Hello!

The audience applauded the female holding the black and white acoustic guitar, whose clothes were of all but rags covering her all white skin, with her spiked, long black hair wavering through the wind, and her fiery red eyes burning in passion as she heard the people clapping for her, before shimmering in delight as loose change was dropped into her guitar case-adding to the bills and coins that had been placed there from earlier that day.

As the crowd dispersed, the female decided to call it a night. Taking out a jar with coins and dollar bills in it, she took off the lid, got her loot together, and began to put away her paycheck for the day. Once that was done, she began to put away her guitar, and was about to head out.

About to being the keywords, in this case.

"Hey, Girly!" A voice called out to her. The ruby-eyed female turned to see two police officers, one chubby and one scrawny with equally disgusting features. The girl had to use all of her self control to resist the urge to show any signs of discomfort. Just by the way they talked, she didn't like them.

"Listen, uh...see you're trespassing, and we need to take you to the station." The scrawny one told her.

"In a public park?" She questioned, skeptically. She hated being right.

"More like the Secretary's House." Said the tub of lard.

She glared. "I didn't go anywhere near there!" She barked at them.

The lard put up his hands, defensively. "Sure, sure. You're just a sweet little miss that just wanted to spend the night with us." He stated in a lustful tone, advancing towards her.

The girl did the proper thing, backing away from the officers, knowing she couldn't out run them. "Damn Pedophiles!" She thought, backing away further. There were reasons she made sure to perform in public parks: people would listen, there would be a large crowd, and there was a less chance of some rapist wanting to pick her up. And now, being alone, no one was there to help her against them.

Just as they were about to lunge at her, their radios went off. "Backup, backup! Suspect identified as Red X escaping on a motor vehicle towards Seventh Street, requiring assistance!" It said.

The officers huffed out a sigh before the scrawny one answered. "Officers Blake and Cording nearby, and coming your way!"

"Copy that."

The radio cutting off, he looks at her and tells her. "What do ya know, you get a free pass; just don't think you'll get so lucky!" And with that, they disappeared back to their vehicle.

The girl sighed. She could have easily taken them, but she had a respect for law and rather not get charged by it. However, she most certainly didn't want to see them again, in hopes of not having to deal with being raped and not break their faces for trying. So, with the gut feeling in mind, she decided to do the smart thing: leave, and never come back! Besides, she's made more in other cities.

Turning, the girl began to walk for the train station. It was a long walk, but no one was out, so sneaking towards the tracks was easy. All she had to do when she got there was find a cart.

Red X zoomed through the streets with a motorcycle he 'borrowed' from some dork at a movie theater. Smirking under his mask, Red X could only help but feel overconfident. This place was way too easy. Cops were slow to respond, security system was easy as shit to bust through, and the weirdos there actually thought no one would see the keys in the keyhole of a bike. Honestly, it was too easy.

This also made him frown: difficult was half the fun, and these idiots, although fun to screw with, were so easy to beat, the fun was almost gone, had the officers not been so short-tempered.

Snapping out of his daze, Red X noticed a police blockade in front of him, ordering him to turn himself in. "Idiots." He thought smugly, rolling his eyes from behind the mask. When will they ever learn? It takes a hell of a lot more than a few pistols, a megaphone and a blocked road to stop him. If it could, he wouldn't have stood a chance against the Titans.

Deciding to see their reaction, Red X placed himself into a crouching position on the vehicle's seat before using the velocity to do an impressive triple back flip. He landed on his feet, on the roof of a building; getting an impressive view of the cops running for their lives from a screeching motorbike and being able to point and laugh at the same time. However, hearing someone climbing the building top, Red X deciding to disappear to get a new ride to Jump City: the trains.

Already a good distance after reappearing, Red X found the station with ease before leaping his way to the building, heading towards the train tracks, and picking up a cozy cart. Once done, X looked at his prize. It was the most valuable diamond the city had, and it was going to be auctioned for a stupid oil drill. Deciding to support the environmentalists, X did them the kind service of relieving the city of its main attraction. City's down a few hundred thousand, inclining that the drilling would be delayed and the Anti-Hero could make a good payroll on it.

Hiding the gem and leaning back against the wall, Red X almost found himself laughing, had he not been hiding. Honestly, the cops he saw-some plump potato and a string bean-looked more intimidating than they were, which really wasn't much. And they were the ones demanding he turn himself in. He let out a light chuckle as he remembered their feminine screams while they ran from a skidding vehicle with their tails between their legs. It was priceless.

Hearing some footsteps from the outside, Red X made it so he was positioned near the latch in the roof. He was more than ready to handle any cop, but had to make sure that it wasn't some hobo either-they were so annoying, but boxcars were really their only way of getting anywhere, so Red X would only knock him out. No harm there, right?

He waited to see what was coming in, and was ready to pounce, but soon found he was stopping himself as his eyes widened in surprise; not expecting the sight before him.

The girl watched the news outside a TV store, showing the fantastic display Red X made of the law enforcement; having immediately identified the cops from earlier being the ones seen on the broadcast screaming like little girls as they ran from the sparking motorcycle. Stolen, she knew, probably X's best escape , one she couldn't help but laugh at.

Normally, she didn't take too much for criminals. Everyone, in their own sense, may as well be one for all she cared. However, this thief had just gotten her respect. "Karma's a bitch, as always." She thought, smirking. Honestly, she didn't know what to make of his...way of living. But, she found that the sight of two rapist cops running away from a powder blue motorcycle was priceless. "If only it were a convertible." She thought, imagining the twosome in hospital beds, comatose. Or better yet, in a grave. Then again, she didn't think Red X was stupid enough to be charged with that crime.

Feeling much more content from earlier, the ebony made the rest of her way to the train station. The police unit was smaller than regular ones, so the call about Red X had called in all units, making her time finding an empty cart less of a hassle. The tracks at night were a ghost town, all she had to do was find one without a stupid hobo in it. She found them to be wholesome perverts, and rather irksome. Thankfully, there were several carts available.

She found a boxcar in good condition and moved to open the door. Upon entry, she was vaguely aware of two things. One: there was little coverage from station guard for her to hide behind, and two: there was somebody else in the car with her. It was simple enough to hear a muffled gasp. It was near silent, but loud enough for her. Besides, if that weren't it, then she'd have her sixth sense inform him of her presence.

She closed the door about two-thirds of the way so that the moon would be able to provide enough light for her to see from the sitting position against the wall. The crimson-eyed female awaited for the train to start moving and get out of the town, which took all of but ten minutes. As soon as she saw that they were a good distance out of the city, she looked up at the roof. "Ya know, the floor's a lot more comfortable than the ceiling."

Ah, here we go! All right, I'm trying again with Teen Titans again, so take it easy on me. I hope you've enjoyed the first chap!
~ K. Fang-sama