Hey! Just so you guys know, this is my first fanfiction ever, so please keep that in mind when reviewing this story. Also, pairings are RobStar, BBRae, & OCx?. The reason it says ? is because I don't want it to be spoiled, as it's a big part of the plot
Also, I do not own Teen Titans, or any of its products/goods/etc.
Thanks!
-lilybear088
Prologue Part 1
I couldn't tell you what I ate for dinner last night. Or when was the last time I went to the movies. But I could tell you about the worst day of my entire life. And trust me, I've had some pretty effed up days before. But for some reason, I choose to remember THIS day.
It was the day my little sister, vanished.
Let's just say that in your terms, my sister was "gifted", "cursed", "special", or whatever you want to say. When she was born, my parents were told that she had some sort of genetic problems, and that she may act strangely. Now, considering what they learned, they probably thought that she just had autism or some disease like that.
However, three days after she came home, her entire bedroom was covered in ice, my sister's skin was deathly pale, her body temperature averaged 40 F, and her eyes have turned a bright blue. My parents were scared, and they discussed what to do with the girl. They decided to try and teach her how to use these new powers for good, and that she should never use them in public.
Zoom to 2 years later. I'm 6, and I attend Gotham Elementary. She doesn't go to preschool, as our parents were afraid that she would expose her powers at school, so they choose to homeschool her. I had just gotten home from school, and I was watching as my sister made snow flurries whish across the room, dusting her toys in a thin white dust. I laughed, and I held up a teddy bear. "Make it into ice!" I yelled at her playfully. She giggled, and said in her sweet toddler voice "Okay!" and she made another teddy bear out of thick ice. She slowly lowered it, and she giggled playfully.
We continued to duplicate all of her toys, and soon her room was filled with ice trains, stuffed animals, dolls, and any other toy you could think of. The young girl eventually grew tired. "Bwothah. I'm tiwed!" she whined as she laid down in her crib. At first I moaned, not wanting to end playtime, but then I decided to just go to bed and play tomorrow when it was Saturday.
So I went to bed at 8:00pm, tired. However, I woke up at 12:00am to a loud thump and a high pitched scream. I jumped out of bed and ran into my little sister's room to see a man, dressed in all black, tying a ribbon around the girl's mouth. As soon as he finished, he turned to me and punched me in the eye.
My first combat injury.
I fell over, holding my eye. Being a 6 year old, I cried, as my eye really hurt. I heard my parents come in and scream at the sight of the man. There was a 3 second pause, before the man broke the window and jumped out of the room, running.
My mother called 911 and my father went out to chase down the kidnapper. I sat there, holding my eye, looking at the now empty crib. She had both her real and ice teddy bear next to her pillow, and the pillow had a small dent were her head was. Everything else was a blur, but here is what my parents told me;
My sister is most likely not going to return. She doesn't know if we will be safe, but knowing that my sister could do "things," chances are that's the only reason we were targeted in the first place. For the next year, the girl's picture was on the table, and every so often my mother would hold it and cry. I ended up getting a black eye, and my dad ended up almost dying in a car crash involving my sister.
Now I bet you are wondering who I am. I can't tell you for identity protection reasons. But it should reveal itself soon. I promise.
