I can't believe we have come this far. There are so many people to thank, for making this happen it's unbelievable.
Foamsatmouth, A-liongleek, Golem XIV, loubuggins, Adrinsane, Ava Chanel, Purplecat5817, ZadArchie, CSGT, AllenBlaster (who is here in spirit), Aurora nightstar, and the list goes on and on. You all have made all of this possible. I am so humbled and honored that you have been with me on this journey.
Now without any further a dude, I present to you the FINAL installment of season One of the "Titan Knight" series.
I hope you read, I hope you review, and I hope you enjoy.
On with the show.
Prologue
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything . . . .
Titans South
"Yeah . . okay . . I'll, uh, I'll let them know." Bushido closed the call from the Titans West and set the communicator down onto the table. Kilowat stood next to him, and though he heard the whole conversation, he still couldn't believe it.
" . . No . . not another one . . " he breathed.
Bushido leaned against the counter, the weight of his leadership reponsibilities pressing down on his shoulders. "Do you want me to tell them?"
They were quiet for a moment, before Kilowat let out a long heartbroken sigh, "No . . . I'll do it." With that Kilowat left the common area, trudging down the hall of the Titans South Tower acting on autopilot. He didn't know the Titan shape shifter personally, but he knew Raven and that she had a fondness for him, as did "her" kids. Said children had been staying with the Titan's South since the attack at the Monastary, and the team had grown to enjoy their company. Sure they were young kids, but what the heck right?
Kilowat stood outside the door, the carefree sounds of the children reaching his ears, painfully reminding him of his task at hand. He couldn't do it. He didn't have the heart to. But then again, could he live with himself if they found out by another means. Once again he prepared himself for what he had to do and opened the door.
"Hey uncle Kilo!" Melvin practically shouted as soon as he entered their little domain, "Is dinner almost ready?"
Kilowat put on his best fake smile, "No, uh . . not yet," he sat himself down onto a chair, the children becoming uneasy at his obviously forced happiness.
"What's wrong?" Timmy asked.
"Um, well . . . it's about uncle . . Beast Boy . . . "
. . . .
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt . . . .
Titans East
Bumble Bee stared helplessly at the golden blonde head of her teammate Terra. The geomancer was staring out the window of their tower, a blank stare plastered onto her face as the tears slid down her cheeks to the hardened floor below.
" . . No . . " she whispered to herself. She had been choking on her ever tightening throat since her team leader had given her the news, pushing out the same words over and over again, "It's not . . . true . . It's not true . . . "
Bumble Bee cautiously approached, her hand reaching for her shoulder, "Terra-"
"IT'S NOT TRUE!" Terra spun around, pushing her leader away, her fists flailing in a vain attempt to hit her, but Bumble Bee caught her pathetic strike's, "IT'S NOT TRUE! HE'S NOT DEAD! HE'S NOT GONE!" She shrieked the same words over and over again, until she fell into Bumble Bee's arms and slid slowly to the floor. Bumble Bee, unsure of what to do, pulled her close and began rocking her back and forth. The newest member, Donna Troy, along with Mas Y Manos, hung back, heads bowed as they listened to her cries.
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here . . .
Titans West
Kole's tears quickly drenched his pillow, a reminder of the only thing that had kept her grounded with all the hell she had been through over the past few months. His natural musk had soaked into the pillow, once again serving as a painstaking reminder of the man it belonged to, the man whose heart she had just shattered. With a firm toss she threw the pillow across the room, hoping to prevent herself from thinking about him, but it was no use. With the knight at the forefront of her mind, she buried her tear soaked face into her knees.
There was a knock at the door, and the sounds of the cold metal swishing open. She recognized the thundering footsteps of her elder brother and guardian, so she made no movement to acknowledge him, and wasn't until his massive arms wrapped around her tiny, trembling frame did she bury her face into his chest. He didn't say a word, he didn't want to, instead he let her cry into his embrace and gently began to rock her. Slowly he turned to the front door, where his russian team leader stood. A silent communication was passed between the two and Red Star left Gnark and Kole to themselves.
Kole would just have to be unaware of the happenings taking place in the tower at that moment.
Robin and Starfire sat themselves on the couch in the common room, Robin staring with an expression of pure stone out the tower window, but even the young ward of the Batman couldn't stop the tears that fell. Starfire on the other hand, had her head on his lap, unable to stop her sobs.
Cyborg attempted to do what he always did during times such as these, lose himself in his work by beginning the artificial arm for Speedy. But it wouldn't work . . . not this time. He soldered, he cut, he fused, then he needed a wrench, all the while his mind wondered to the fact that his best friend was dead, murdered right in front of the one he considered his sister. He grabbed the biggest one he owned, and with an iron grip, swung the wrench like a baseball bat desimating his workshop with each swing.
Why was this happening? Why were his friends being slaughtered like animals? It's not . . . fair.
"IT'S. NOT. FAIR!" It wasn't fair that he was half metal, wasn't fair that he lost his mom, wasn't fair that he'd never have a normal life, it wasn't fair that the purest soul he had ever known was now dead. With his metallic joints slowing down, he dropped the wrench with an earshattering clatter and leaned against the wall. "It's . . not . . fair . . " With his workshop destroyed, anguish pushing the tears from his eye, he slummped the floor, his face in his knees as he continued to howl in anguish.
. . . .
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt . . . .
Landon laid the body of the changeling down onto a metal slab deep in the sub-basement of the tower.
"I never . . . meant for this to happen . . " Landon sighed, his face a mask of emotionlessness, and left the room cooly and calmly. His fingers already at his phone to inform Beast Boy's parents, seeing as how he was the only one who could.
. . . .
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself . . . .
On the other side of town stood an apartment complex, filled with the gutteral cries of hellish rage and death. The ground floor of the building was already bathed in blood and bodies, demons that had possessed the living cowering from the rampaging warrior who stood in the center of it all. With the angel blade dripping with demon blood, he continued to cut down those that stood in his way, not caring an ounce if these creatures were possessing humans. This nest was loyal to Marik and he was going to kill them all to find him.
Marik.
The creature that had created the monstrosities that destroyed his people. He had been alive this whole time and was now trying to bring Trigon back into this world. He was going to find him, it didn't matter how many stood in his way. He would find him, and end him.
He drew the blade across the throat of another hellspawn, it's dark red blood splattering across the his coat and the walls like a coulage of red. Drake's fury ridden gaze scanned the bottom floor, but found no one else alive, but his senses told him that there were still more were they came from on the other floors of the building.
"MARIK!" His voice held a mixture of rage and pure, heartbreaking pain, "YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME MARIK! I'LL CHASE YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH!" His hand gripped the blade tighter as he went to the door that led to the stairwell, and with all the fury he could muster, kicked the door completely off of the frame.
I would find . . . . a way . . . .
Sorry it was a bit short, but I'm evil that way. Next time we'll get more in depth on how everyone is handling the aftermath of "Being Evil has a Price" and even see how Raven is doing.
Read and Review and we'll cya next time.