A Different Kind of War
The Teen Titans, reincarnated twenty years into the future are in the midst of much lesser battles, all at a school for 'different children.' Pranks, jealousy, memories of past lives and deaths emerging...Complete and utter mayhem.
I am trying very hard to make none of these people a Mary-Sue. They have all passed a Mary-Sue Litmus Test. (Actually, with the exception of Star/Kori, but you know how cheerful she is... Come to think of it, I don't believe Mary Sue has reared her ugly head much in this fandom...)
This is just an introduction. The next one will be much longer.
NOTE: I do not mean to lessen or romanctisize any the problems presented in this story. I know exactly how extensive the damage lots of these things can do. These problems are serious, traumatising, the effects of which can cause a lifetime of heartbreak and damage or even death. I mean no offense to anyone, but if you're going to take offense of me and mine making fun of just about everything and anything, do not read.
They had heard it all.
"Has no friends..."
"...Grades are slipping."
"Just into the foster care system..."
"...My baby has luekemia."
"She was molested for years, someone who knew her took her out..."
"...He isn't taking my eighth divorce very well."
"Date rape victim..."
"...Father killed the mother, right in front of the whole family."
"She's pregnant, that who-, I mean poor girl, is pregnant at fifteen!"
"...There were twenty different types of prescription drugs in his urine"
"All charges were dropped...killed him in self-defense..."
"...Don't let her near the glue."
"With the first five suicide attempts we thought that they were just trying to get attention, but we're beginning to think there might be an actual problem."
"...Well, they did say the white powder was just artificial sweetener."
"His mother is scared to death of him."
"...And we just can't figure out what's wrong..."
Welcome to St. Lucy's, home for those who just can't handle the real world. This is where all ends; and, with any luck at all, a place for a brand shiny new beginning. Or...well, they rot with their fellow physcos.
Really. It's all up in the air.