Hello, all! It's been quite a long while since I've posted anything on here... It's wonderful to be back!
(and if you're curious as to why you've been receiving notifications of new chapters, I've also been doing considerable amounts of editing, adding some extra details here and there... I like what this story has turned into after editing so much!)
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own the Teen Titans. Sad day.
So, you all remember how at the very end of Haunted, Robin, with the help of his friends, realized that his visions of Slade were never real due to Slade's mask containing the hallucinogenic dust at the beginning of the episode. I had originally intended this story to be a what-if tale of what happened if Slade never really left... instead, something different came about.
What if there was never any dust...?
Enjoy!
Oblivion
"A man does not wish for death because of pain and suffering... he has simply lived through far too much life."
He felt as though he was falling, falling, falling. Falling away from reality... falling all the way into the depths of darkness.
He couldn't breathe, couldn't think about anything else except the excruciating pain that was wracking through his entire body.
"Get up." A low voice ordered.
The darkness of the basement was spinning before Robin's swollen eyes.
Ample amounts of blood were seeping from the side of his temple and his hip, and it was progressively becoming more and more difficult to stay conscious.
Slade bent down, his one visible eye narrowing. "I said, get up."
With his one last ounce of strength, Robin painfully rose from the floor, panting with the effort. He glared defiantly at his attacker, raising his fists in combat.
"Good boy." Slade smirked. Suddenly, he punched him hard in the gut.
Robin crumpled to the floor, heaving and wheezing for breath.
Slade chuckled humorlessly. "You're even weaker than I thought."
I'm going to die...
He picked the boy up by the collar and threw him onto the concrete floor. "You say that I am not real."
He kicked Robin hard in the chest, sending him tumbling towards the wall. "You say that I am only in your mind."
Another kick. "A mere figment of your imagination."
Slade bent down, looking into Robin's mangled face. "You are fooling yourself, you ignorant child. I haunt every dark corner of your mind. I am the thing that keeps you up at night, the one who instills mortal fear into you. I will always be inside your mind, for forever and eternity. You will never escape me."
Another kick, to the back this time, sending the boy writhing into the fetal position.
Please, let me die...
Above them, distressed voices were coming.
Robin mustered up the strength to speak. "Slade... please... please stop..." He croaked.
"Dear child... I will put you out of your misery..." Slade said, smiling maliciously.
He kicked Robin in the face, finally sending him into the darkness of oblivion.
Author's Note:
Indeed, a bit violent and sadistic of a chapter... similar to Slade, yes?
Yes, this was a (really) short one... more to come, I promise!