Prologue
He grunted as he threw himself against the wall with enough strength to send up a small cloud of concrete dust. His breath was quick and drawn. He had been fighting and running for 3 days straight now. "How many god dammed assassins do they have?!" he muttered to himself. "They must all come off some assembly line."
Breaking cover, he took aim with his rifle and let a small burst off. He couldn't see if he hit anything due to the gun smoke, but was rewarded with a cry of pain and then a dull thump as the assassin hit the floor. Ducking his head, he ran for his salvation; a blast door that was rapidly closing. "Aww shit!" he groaned. "DOESN'T GET MORE CLICHÉ THAN THIS DOES IT?" as he dived through the door tossing a grenade behind him. BLAM! the grenade detonated and blew the rest of the assassins into a red mist.
He slowly got up, staring at the blast door. His mind was going numb from the non stop fighting. All he had done for the last 3 days was kill kill and kill. His boots were stained red from the blood everywhere. It was then that he noticed that the blast door had a large T on in. He took a step towards it and dropped to his knees. The agony that had ripped through his side was unbearable. A small groan of pain escaped his lips as he looked at his side. It was then that he saw how badly he was wounded. He saw a small cluster of holes in his armor all with tiny jets of blood streaming out of them. His best guess was that he had gotten hit as he dived for the door and was so blinded by the adrenaline that he didn't notice he had been hit.
He heard a noise behind him and the pain was suddenly gone, training kicked on full force. Before he could even register what he was doing he had rolled to the side, grabbed his rifle and taken aim at what was before him.
Standing there was a group of 5 teens. One appeared to be half machine, another was normal looking. The one female had a rather orange tinge to her skin while the other looked sort of grey with a cloak over her head. What really baffled him though was the small one with GREEN skin and pointed ears. "What the hell…?" he managed to get out before the pain came back, worse than ever. He grunted in pain as he tried to stand, but end up passing out instead. His last thoughts were about how cute the one with cloak was.
Robin was the first to hear the raging battle going on in the underground entrance to the tower. His first thoughts were who would be stupid enough to directly attack the Teen Titans. "TITANS! TROUBLE!" he yelled over the communicators as he ran for the basement stairwell.
When he got to the basement, the others had already arrived and Robin was just in time to see a boy dive through the closing blast door while tossing a grenade. When he saw the boy fall to his knees and moan, he realized something was wrong. He took 2 steps forward, and found himself looking at the barrel of a large rifle aimed in the Titan's general direction. The boy seemed to mumble something that sounded like "…the hell?" before he collapsed in a pool of his own blood. Raven floated over to the boy's inert form and began inspecting him. "He's still breathing Robin." she said. "We need to get him to medical now before he bleeds out."
As Cyborg lifted the boy and the Titan's followed him, Robin stayed behind. He stared at the small pool of blood that had formed while the boy had been lying there. He saw something glint in the light; it was a piece of the boy's armor that must have fallen off when he was shot. It had something written on it.
Subject -01 Marcus.
(Ok now. Hope you people like this prologue that I made at 1 in the morning. Hopefully I'll get some reviews/ideas and will begin the story proper)