So this is a story I've always wanted to write after a read about Kyd Wykkyd after I read 'The Chaos Plane' I would strongly recommend it. So why Kyd Wykkyd? Well, he's a clean slate that I can do anything with. Anything... Okay, lets get on with the show!

A hollow wind picked up when the boy appeared with a flash of his powers at his viewpoint, the window ledge of the tallest building in Jump City. It had recently finished construction so no pigeons had yet set up residence in the unseen places and was relatively spotless except for the odd residence of workman tools. The building was in theory triangled shape, dispite being made up of series of rectangles that got less and less the further up you go. So far, the building was being decorated to be an office place in lower levels and expensive flats in the middle and a very expensive restaurant at the top. The fact the building had been built with a clean view of the titan tower just added its value.

The boy sat idly, with his legs swinging over the side and his red, pupiless eyes scanning the tiny dots far people below. He warped his thick cloak around him and snuggled down into its many folds. After a while he no longer felt the bite of his cold concrete seat, or the light touch of the wind. Only loneliness assaulted his being. It had been a few days after a majority of the brotherhood had broken free of their frozen capsules after a rooky mistake from the over confident Kid Flash, who had been trying to show off to his new girlfriend how he could heat up a room purely from his own movements. It is now rumoured that he will only be considered a place in one of the Titan teams if he if able to compensate for his mistake.

The trip from Paris to Jump had been long and complicated, even for the Hive Five. If only they got that sort of attention when they were actually trying to get it. Although the boy had the powers to teleport, he was not able to teleport more than one person at a time. His teammate, Mammoth (fitting name) was too large to even think about all the energy that would be needed to teleport him over the Atlantic ocean. So the team had to think on their feet, and by think, he means the boy genius Gizmo managed to find an underground trafficking airline that would be able to get for a pretty price. That's when the bickering came in. Why go back? They would probably be the only ones left in Jump. "Because we've got unfinished business, slugfaces!" Gizmo had yelled and here they all were.

Grabbing the attention of the teen titans is easier than expected, the hard part is not ending up in jail afterwards. So Gizmo had developed an genus plan to make the titans pay.

A scream of pedestrian wavered its way to the boys ears, causing him to look down dispite already knowing what was their cause to scream. A truck of some kind was dangerously weaved through the thick crowd of Sunday shoppers, music blasting at so loud the words were no longer distinguishable. Out heaved a large, fat young man (or what could be said to be a man) the truck rocking under his shifting weight. Mammoth held up a remote to the building and left fly from it a spark of energy. Suddenly all power in the building cut out as the spark made its way towards the boy, disappearing once its job was done.

Had he forgot to mention that this building was also a bank?

Just as Mammoth was about to smash his way though priceless glass doors, the titans arrived. With a green Pteranodon carrying a metal man and an alien girl carrying Boy Wounder in her arms. That was his cue. The boy took several steps back, tightly holding onto the ends of his cape. He hadn't tried this in a while, since he had been frozen and already the beetles were trying to make their way out of his stomach. Swallowing down his nerves, he opened his arms in a bird like position. Here goes nothing. The drive to help his team to finally defeat those who have imprisoned them all these years fueled his legs as they started to sprint towards the edge. He leapt off the side of the tallest building in Jump, arms out stretched and head held high.

The force of his acceleration suddenly coming to a stop was as if someone had grabbed his cape and yanked on it as hard as they could. Lucky for him he attached his cape to his shoulders, not around his neck. Confusion made the boys mind cloudy and dizzy, not understand how he could suddenly stop in mid air. Thats when he looked up to see a giant hand made out of purely black energy griping onto his cape. Once again confusion racked his brain, but he had no time to ask himself what was going on as in that moment the hand took him up in its grip and drove him back into the glass wall of the building.

Glass littered the concrete floor around him, the energy hand nowhere to be seen. A groan of pain silently escaped his open mouth as the boy tried to roll onto his stomach and away from the majority of the debre.

"Last time I checked, humans couldn't fly" A cold, stiotic voice graveled its ways to the boys ears, making him jump with surprise.

Whipping around the boy came face to face with a girl. She had her hood up that cast a shadow and allowed nothing but her chin and eyes to be seen, which were narrowed into angry slits that glared right through him.

The boy quickly scrambled to his feet, knowing of the power that surged in that small girls frame. He had fought her a few times, but always with his team at his back and hers vice versa. The only time they had fought, really fought, was when it had been him and Psimon verses the almighty daughter of Trigon the Terrible. It went better than expected when he kicked her through one of Psimon's portals, only to come back when they all were about to celebrate their first and final win against hero's. He was sure they had planned that entry, no even a aeroport had that kind of persision timing.

His team needed him. He could already hear Gizmo's colourful insults and Billy Numerous strange accent far below. Turning on his heels, the lanky boy quickly made a run for it towards the now open window, only for him to be struck back by a workmans ladder encased in black energy.

Sliding over the concrete to the other side of the room, he was grateful for his thick gloves and protective cape as he tried to regain the air that had been forcefully removed from him. Now he was getting annoyed. Maybe the only way to get away from her, was to defeat her or at least distract her.

As she made her way towards him, hand encased in black energy. He stood up slowly and carefully, he had been planning to save his energy for when he would join his team on the ground, but it seems desperate times call for desperate measures.

When she got close enough, he dropped onto one foot to act as a pivot, extending the other as the lever and quickly rotated as fast as he could. She hadn't been expecting that. His leg connected with her ankles, succeeding in sweeping her off her feet. She landed with a painful thud on the concrete but was quick to recover by rolling away from him, pulling her legs under her and pushing herself to her feet.

"That all you got?" It was a question.

With a flick of his cape he was gone. Then reappeared behind her, dealing her the hardest punch he could to the back of her head. However all he came in contact with was a layer of black energy she used for a sheild.

Mentally growling he brought up his arms to act as his own sheild against the quick fist that was aiming at his temple. What he hadn't thought about was his now unprotected lower regions. A knee came up with as much force as the girl behind it could muster, hitting him in the groin area. He immediately doubled over in pain, taking in deep breaths to try and distract himself from the pain that now racked his whole body.

"Who trained you?" He could hear in her voice a smart insult was planned, but it never left her lips. He really couldn't care less if she spared him an insult to his fighting abilities. Swallowing down his pain, the boy hopped back up into a fighting stance.

In the short time Raven had been alone with this weird kid, she had figured out two things. One, He could teleport at much greater speeds than she could ever image and two, he didn't talk. At all. She dodged another wild punch he threw in anger at her, quickly jabing him in his unprotected side. He was predictable, that was for sure, when he flicked his cape around him and disappeared, and all she had to do was flick up a sheild behind her and sweep her legs, he would be on the ground again.

All attempts of communication were answered by a deafening silence of scuffling feet and the odd crunch of glass under footstep. Confirming her earlier hypothesis that he is a mute. If only Beast Boy was a mute.

The kid seemed to finally realize that he was fighting a losing battle, with him in pain, gasping for breath and her with hardly a scratch. His anger fulled attacks were getting him no where, so a change of tactic was in despite need.

Raven waited for him to throw a punch, a kick, anything. Instead he had taken a step back and now was hopping foot from foot, his pupiless eyes dancing with a unknown emotion. His hand laced out, indicating her to come forward with the flick of two fingers, a smirk playing upon his lips as if he had the world in his hands. This was a change of attitude Raven hadn't been expecting.

Taking a step forward, she let fly a fling punch. He dodged easily, as she expected and once again gripped the edge of his cape and disappeared. Once again, as she expect. Bring up a sheild to protect her back, she waited for her sheild to pick up any pressure. None came. Raven kept her fighting stance, just like she had done in all those times in training sessions.

Movement caught her eye, whirling around she was met with nothing but the open window. Shit, he had escaped.

Quickly she ran to the open window and glanced down. The rest of the Teen Titans were just about finishing the Hive Five. All the Billy Numerous were held together by a construction cable, Gizmo was held at arms length by Cyborg who had ripped his backpack from him, Mammoth and See-More were knocked out cold with Robin and Starfire standing by. No sign of the creepy kid.

Two feet planted themselves into her back, sending her out the window with enough momentum to make her do a somersault. Quickly muttering her mantra, regaining her powers and whirling around to meet the capped figure. He stood on the window panel, a smirk playing upon his lips and his eyes danced with mischief. Oh, she was going to wipe that smile off his face. With the flick of her powers, a flat packed dinning table inside the uncompleted flat came flying at him. The table went right through him and now was flying towards her. Quickly bringing up a sheild, the table splintered into two and made the long decent down to ground level.

"So you can do more than teleoport" She yelled over the growing wind. A crash sounded below and bellows of angry shouting people could be heard. The masked boy disappeared with a flick of his cape.

Thats when it clicked in Raven's head. Every time he had teleported or when he phased though that table, he had his cape securely around his body. Maybe that was his key to unlocking his powers. It was worth a try.

He teleported beside her, a punch landing on her chin. It stung but she could heal it later. Forming her energy into a hand, it came crashing down upon the levitating boy. He had little time to react.

The force was so great, the boys head felt light and fluffy. He knew that he shouldn't be levitating in this condition, so why was he still in midair? Letting his head loll to the side lazily, he looked up at his old friend, the giant hand made out of pure dark energy. It once again held him by his cape and he dangled like a puppet on a string.

Another blade of energy appeared next to his taunt cape, this one resembling a knife. His eyes suddenly widened as the knife drew back for a swing. Panic flared his limbs, making him twist around to no avail. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. Tried to yell 'Stop!'. The knife swung and sliced though his cape with little resistance. He fell like a puppet who's strings had been cut.

Concentrate, concentrate... come on! The boy tumbled this way and that through the air, the ground growing bigger with alarming speed. What was left of his cape provide little air resistance to slow his accelerating decent and wasn't long enough to wrap around himself. How had she figured it out? How did she know that he needed his cape to provide the comfort and security that allowed him to concentrate.

Now there was no hope of teleporting away. Phasing? No, he couldn't phase though the ground. Gliding? Nah, not a big enough cape. Every possibility he tried to find would always end with him a hitting the ground.

"KYD WYKKYD!" The boy named Kyd Wykkyd tried to twist around in the air to try and find who had yelled his name. Atleast now his team knew why he was late.

He closed his eyes just as the ground engulfed him.

...

Engulfed him?

For a few seconds everything was black, even when he tentively opened his eyes. Then a rush of air impacted him again. Then a flash of light that forced him to close his eyes again. Was he dead?

The impact was so great that he was sure he was going to pass out. Now he knew he wasn't dead. A cold, wetness engulfed his being and stole his breath and only when he tried to take another breath was his mouth full of salty water. Where the hell was he?

Kicking frantically, his head broke the seal between water and air, taking a gallon of water along with his breath of clean air.

Treading water, he now had the ability to survey his surroundings. A wave pulled him under again and bobbed him around. He was in the sea, that was for sure. Glancing up he saw a small black portal above, before it shrunk and collapsed upon itself. The Teen Titan tower loomed over him and Jump City stood like a fortress before him.

This was going to be a long swim back to shore...

I do plan to write more, but I have exams soon and all my notes for this story went down the toilet along with my phone. So please stay in touch but don't expect too much in the mean time. :D

LouBa xxx