(A/N: New story! Hope you like this one, it centers around Starfire. I don't know who to pair her with through!)
Chapter 1: Start of Pure Darkness
Starfire POV
It's been two months, and the others barely noticed my existence. I hurt me that the people I trusted and cared for most would do such a thing. After everything we went through, it seemed to mean nothing to them at all. Everything we did for one another became of no importance to them. They only noticed me in fights, in which they called me failure or weak, even if I did most of the work to catch the criminals. If I ever approached them, they would tell me to go away and that I wasn't wanted. They were always mean, always the unreal. When people crowded us, they acted like I was one of them and treated me nicely. Of course I had to go along, as they always threatened me if I didn't. As soon as no one was looking, they would return to their hurtful and abusive treatment.
"You don't belong in this world! I would be so much better if you just left, you mistake."
I used to wake up every morning, and they were always talking, and having fun until I came into the room. I eventually learned not to do that anymore. I didnt come out of my room much now, only if it was a dire emergency like crime alerts. Other than that, I stayed in my room. I had a bathroom, and my window was always open so I could go eat away from them. I dared not to go near the others, as I know they would only hurt me. There hatred for me burnt like fire, and they always stared daggers at me. I didn't know why they hate me now, but I never ask. Not that it would change a thing. They don't listen to me anymore. They don't care about me anymore. Everytime they look at me, all they see a pitiful mistake. I cry myself to sleep most days. I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I don't have the same positivity or smile I did before any of this has the happened. Those happy memories, all became a blur to me. Like those memories were my imagination trying to convince me that they used to or still care. They don't. I kept myself isolated, away from the people that hated me the most, but I cared for most. I still cared about them, dispite their hatred for me. I just can't seem to let go of our abounded friendship. Even so, I kept myself hidden and locked away. But one day, I remember that there was a crime alert. I went to the main room. The others saw me come in and decided to ignore my presence, as usual. "There's robotic enemies robbing a bank in West of Jump City." Robin said. "Titans, Go!"
-At bank, normal POV-
Dozens of robots broke into a closed bank, smashing through the brick walls of the building and colliding through the metal doors. The security was disabled by bolts of electricity created by the robotic enemies. They used a transparent tube to suck in money after they successfully broke into the vault. Suddenly, something was thrown at one of the robots; cutting into the metal that formed it's outer shell, exploding the lifeless robot into pieces. Two more were thrown, doing the same as the other before to their targets. The Titans stood at the entrance of the broken wall in their usual heroic stance, well except one who was excluded from the group. Starfire was already inside, merely flying above. The robots shoot their built-in lasers towards the group. The five quickly dodged the attacks, and attacked. Raven used her telekinesis to hover two robots, and smash them into a nearby wall. She did this again, but instead smashed the two robots into each other. Beastboy knocked a few down in his rhino form, while Cyborg shoot his arm canon towards some others. Still many robots left to destroy, Starfire took on the rest, as usual. She shoot multiple starbolts at them while dodging lasers being shoot at her. Her currently thrown starbolts destroyed a few. She flew towards them, and ripped one apart with her strength. Her eyes grew with fury, her power enhancing. Suddenly, a laser was shoot towards her, but luckily missed. She easily took out the remaining robots. When she was done, not one pearl of sweat was seen on her. She smiled at her job well done, while the others looked at her bitterly. She could hear their, "I could have done it better," and "She is so weak," or "Failure" in the background, and her smile disappeared as well with her confidence. This caused her to gently fall on her feet. She turned back towards them, her face sad and emotionless at the same time. They only continued to look at her bitterly.
She turned back. She had thought she heard a small noise. Soon down came a small chip from above. She looked back to the others, and they were leaving, not noticing her. She lightly took the chip, and gripped it tightly in her hand. She was curious, and she knew she couldn't tell the others. She smiled. For some reason, she felt like the chip had something important that would benefit her. The happiness she felt was minor, but it was more than she has felt for two months.
She took the chip back to the tower. She locked her door, and closed her window and curtains. She connected the chip to the side of her light pink laptop, and a white blank box covered the screen. Her curiosity grew as she watched her screen for something to happen. At first it was in the blank state, but then a text appeared on the screen where the box was moments after. It read:
"I will see you soon."
Then it disappeared, along with the box. The screen was left with the desk top. A picture of her and the others. She really needed to change that, but she decided to concentrate on more important matters. She felt confused at the situation. What should she do? Should she tell the others? Do nothing? Keep it a secret? Her mind raced trying to look for a rational solution, but then she finally picked one. She bit her bottom lip, but she knew that the other options would end badly or be a dead end. She decided to keep it secret. She gave a deep sigh, tired both emotionally and physically. She gently rubbed her eyes, closed her laptop, and walked to her bed. She took a peaceful sleep, dreaming beautiful things away from the harsh grasp of reality.