Author's Note;
Alice: Again, I have added the name Gabriel in. It's just a personal favorite. No connection to the Gabriel in my Harry Potter fic.
Gabriel: I'm so overworked...
Alice: Walk it off, or rub some dirt in it, sissy boy...
Gabriel: coughbitchcough
Alice: Pardon?
Gabriel: Nothing...
Massive Motha Friggin' Disclaimer
If I owned Teen Titans, do ya really think I would be wrighting on don't think so.
ON TO THE FIC!
-Storm Cells-
The sky was dark and angry, threatening to tear open at any moment, an unleash a torrent of rain apon Jump City. Small bits of hail dropped from the skies once in a while, but other than that, Mother Nature was silent.
The lull before the storm.
Literally
A clawed finger tugged at the collar that encircled the teenager's neck, pulling at it in irritation. He knew it was never coming off, but it was worth a try. His master said that it was a safety measure, to make sure he followed through with the plans this time, but Gabriel knew better. It was to punish him if he didn't follow through. Master Slade had threatened to kill him if he did not do as he was told. Gabriel believed him.
He sat quietly atop an oceanfacing buisness building, legs over the edge as he stared up at the sky. He had been here only a week ago, but he had been a bit more focused then. He couldn't believe he had not been able to do it. He lost his nerve. He could have gotten his freedome back. But no. He couldn't do it. Why? Because he had lost his nerve. He just did not have it in him to kill.
Gabriel was an odd kid. Black feathered wings, claws and fangs showed that. But even without those, he was odd. Paper white skin, charcoal grey eyes, and black hair. His clothing made him look even creepier, especially the cloth that concealed the lower part of his face. He wore a simple black teeshirt, and black jeans. Black leather boots were laced up to his knees, ontop of his jeans. Defenately a statment. With the addition of the eyebrow stud at the corner of his left eyebrow, he easily pulled off the creepage look. It fit. He considered himself an angel of death. Everywhere he went, death and destruction seemed to follow. Cursed with the powers of shadows.
Gabriel stood, stretching. He spread out his wings to fly, but thought better of it. He dove off the building, but did not fall. His molecules spaced apart, forming a barely visible fog of darkness, floating on the breeze toward the T shaped tower. This was how he had made it into the tower before. Only now, he would have to follow through with his plans. This was his very last chance.
The shadow crept up the side of the tower, sliding into the building through a partially open window, pooling on the floor and condensing to the form of a small black mouse, with one bright green eye, and one milky white one. Yes, it was true that Gabriel was blind in one eye, hence the lack of pigment. His hair usually covered it, so it wasn't a real problem to him.
He had to do it now.
Hunt and kill.
Search and destroy.
Stalk and sin.
Capy:Ookaaaayyyy... Short, yes, I know. But I wanted to give you a little taste of tist, to see how many reviews I get. If I don't get any reviews before halloween, I'm deleting this and not continuing...