Rating could go down but there will be some...graphic, bloody action scenes in this story. Better be safe than sorry.
U.N.K.N.O.W.N-P.O.I.N.T-O.F-V.I.E.W
Location: Unknown
Time: Unknown
P.O.V: Unknown
The first thing that came to my mind was that my head hurt...a lot. It wasn't one of those-my head is starting to hurt because of all this racket-oh no, it was one of the-someone banged my head on the liberty bell 100 times then wacked me with a baseball bat another 100 times and then, they proceeded to drive a gazillion motorcycles over me while sticking a thousand needles into my mind-so much that I think my mind is going to explode.
If you don't know who I am yet, then you will with this next sentence.
The second thought that came to my mind-even though it was going to explode-was. 'Man, was I starving. When was the last time I ate something?'
And that was when the rest of my sense came flooding back to me.
While my mind was being ripped apart, my eyes felt heavy against my cheeks and I could barely lift up my arms or legs. I tried to get my tongue working by swishing it around in my mouth. That's when I found out that I was extremely thirsty and warm. I rolled my shoulders slightly and I moaned into the silent air. There was something hard and bumpy beneath me with some patches of...carpet, hay, yarn...grass. I was most likely lying on the hard, sticky and muddy ground. Okay, taste, touch, and hunger were accounted for. Yes-I counted hunger as one of the six senses...why, you got a problem with that?
Next, my hearing came back and did I just hear a-"Crockkkkk, Crockkkkk"-bird...crockk? Yes, yes I did. It was mostly quite around me with the occasional bird chirping or squawking and I think I could faintly hear a river running not too far away. However, no other sounds came to my ears.
"Sshlthhhh, hugghhh, achoooooo!" -Achoo -Achoo -Achoo! Echo, Echo, Echo. My nose! The burning pain of fire on my face! Make it stop, make it stop! I sniffed again and again trying to see if I could place my location better. I smelt...grass, and mud with a tiny bit of bird guano. Those birds better of left me alone. I hate it when bird waste lands on my costume-not like it's ever been done before though. "Eghh." I'm just gonna shut up now. I also smelled fresh leaves and even a bit of a burning smell. Did we go camping and burn a fire or something?
Okay, 5 of my six senses are there, now, let's see if I can open my eyes this time. It took me awhile for myself to get my eyes open and blinking. When I did, I wish I never woke up in the first place. All my eyes could see was green, green, green, green, and more green! Looking up I could see many trees above me blocking out the sunshine. I moved my head to the left and right and guess what I saw. More green. I shakily got up and put pressure on my right leg. When I did, I let out a slow hiss of pain and looked down at it. My ankle looked swollen and I swore there was blood on my boot. I took a more careful survey of my surroundings and state.
I was surrounded by trees-most likely a forest or a jungle-and I had been laying on the hard dirty, muddy, and narrow path on the ground. Ahead of me was an entrance of sorts and behind me it seemed like I was trapped in by the trees. This also included both my right and left side. I couldn't see any sun or patches of the sly above me because the tress formed a canopy above me. All together it seemed as if I was in a green hut. A very green hut.
I ran my fingers through my light-ish dark red hair and I could feel twigs and dirt in it. Nothing was covering my eyes and looking at the ground I could see my cowl and/or goggles lying there. While my goggles were red, my cowl matched my shirt and was a bright yellow color. Well, it used to be a yellow color. Now it looked kind of like a cross between a red, brown, and orange. I looked down at my chest and found the same type of orangey, brownish-yellow. The lightning symbol in the middle of my chest was dirty and barely seen. My right red glove was gone and the glove on my left hand was falling apart. It resembled a different type of brown color.
My once red pants that matched my hair were now torn in places and a blackish-brown color. I guess my new colors are brown and back, I shivered. Last but not least I checked my boots and almost threw up at what I saw. My yellow boots were now bright red-the bright red color of blood-and the worst part, I knew it wasn't mine. I had already done an injury check and although my head hurts and has a major bump, I was mostly fine. Any other injuries were probably gone by the time I woke up. What can I say. When you're a speedster, everything becomes faster, including my healing powers.
I inhaled deeply when something came to me. And no, it was not my stomach, although I still was hungry. I wondered how in the world I got there. That's when I started freaking out. I was alone, in a jungle, hungry, by myself, hurt and hungry and I didn't even know how or why I was there. Did I mention that I was hungry? I was still freaking out when a thought came to me, "One of the most important lessons he taught me was that no matter what situation you are in or got into, you need to be calm and rationalized. You need to think clearly or, you can say it in my words. You need to be traught. Get it KF? Traught? As in the opposite of distraught. Hehhehhe!"
Rob's right. I need to be traught in order to find out what happened. Now, think! And then, thousands of voices or memories went through my head...
"-New mission for you, plea-"
"-covert mission, I mea-"
"-Don't worry batsie, we'll be-"
"-hmmph, this sounds to easy, come on-"
"Shut up Baywatch! Don't you ever know-"
"-se be careful. I don't want-"
"-n covert! Do not let anyo-"
"-fine. Just like we usually ar-"
"-Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-"
"-M'gann! Are yo-"
"-Use the mind link if you mus-"
"-What if we get caught. It would be bad, righ-"
"-Kadur! Kaldur! Are you the-"
"Most importantly! Do. Not. Get. Caught!"
'Wow!', 'what in the world happened!?'
"-You'll be given partners, don't lose sight of each other-"
"-I call Superboy, I mean...would you like to...you know, well, umm. Hello, Megan!"
"-I refuse to be on Baywatch's team-"
"-I refuse to be with Roy's replacem-"
"-No names Kid Fla-"
"-I guess that just leaves us. Right KF?"
"Yes! We're going on a mission, a covert mission and I got Rob on my team! Woohoo! Beat that!"
"-We're going on a mission, a covert mission and I got Rob on my team! Woohoo! Beat that!"
"-a covert mission and I got Rob on my team! Woohoo! Beat that!"
"-and I got Rob on my team! Woohoo! Beat that!"
"-I got Rob on my team! Woohoo! Beat that!"
"-I got Rob on my team! Woohoo!-"
"-I got Rob on my team!-"
"-Rob on my team!-"
"-Rob my team!-"
OH...Oh No!
Rob's on MY team! Shoot...Then where IS he!
Robin is My best friend, MY little brother. If anything happened to him I'll-
Calm down KF, calm down. Deep breath in, deep breath out. He's probably just sleeping or eating, or scouting out the area. Yeah! That's it. Scouting. Well. I'm up now so I better go find him. I started running in the direction of the entrance as fast and as slow as I could go so I can find him faster but then also not miss him.
'Please be okay, Robin, meu mic Prihor.'
Annnnnndddd there it is! The first chapter of my first story. I hope you like it and I also hope you...REVIEW! XD
Sorry for any mistakes in this chapter. I have been very busy lately and because of this my mind is thinking faster than I can write. I have so many story ideas that I would like to write down but I do not want to overload myself with too many stories to write. So, if you enjoyed this first chapter and want me to continue please review so I can see if I should stick with this story or start a different one.
Please Review! Thank You!
-Meu mic Prihor says, "My little Robin", in Romanian.
