Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, just Jason Carrier.
Ok, my fourth fic! hopefully It'll be better then Manhunt, eh? this story is almost entirely told in the first person, the main character being Jason. I'm not to sure how long this'll be, but I think it'll come out pretty good. this first chapter is just an intro of my character and some back round on him. enjoy!
Chapter 1
My Story
"My name is Jason Carrier. There are a lot of reasons I turned out the way I did. This is my story, about how I came to know the Titans, and how I came to serve the man known as Slade. Before I go on, you should know a little bit about me. I come from a large city called Wakesville, California; a Mafia controlled city, so it wasn't the best city to grow up in, especially in the slums, where I had the unpleasant experience of living for the first ten years of my life. I grew up with my Mother, Father and little Sister. I was never a normal kid. I had these…powers. I could manipulate the energy around me and turn it into a destructive force. Though I could never fully control my powers, my family loved me, even though they knew full well what I was, what I could do, and what happened when I lost control of my powers. Then, one day, seven years ago, the Mafia made a visit to my family."
SEVEN YEARS AGOIt was the last day of school and I was excited to get out! I said goodbye to my friends and ran to the school bus and hopped on. I watched the city streets fly past the windows as the bus sped down the street. Summer vacation was always a blast. My Mother and Father always got some extra money from their jobs to take my little sister and me somewhere special. Last year they took us to Europe, and we got to take a month long tour of the entire country. I wondered where they would take us this year. The bus stopped and I jumped off the bus and started to run towards my apartment building. That was when I noticed something strange. Three shiny black BMWs were parked outside of the building, with a guy in a black suit and sunglasses stand watch over them. I stared at him as I walked into the building. He gave me an evil looking smile. I turned and ran up the stairs, as the elevator was out again.
When I reached my floor on the very top of the twelve-story building, the first thing I noticed was the door to my apartment was open. I cautiously walked into my apartment, and the first thing I saw was my Mother's body. Or what was left of it. Her head was splattered on the wall to the right, and her body was nearly cut in half from a shotgun blast. Two spent shotgun shells were lying on the floor next to her. I felt tears spring to my eyes as I stared at her lifeless body. A sharp voice startled me as I was staring at my mother's body.
"Hey boss! Their little punk kid finally got here!"
I felt a large hand grab me by my arm and yank off my backpack. I looked up and saw another man in a black suit pulling me roughly to the living room. He threw me on the floor in the middle of the room. I got to my knees and looked around. There was a middle-aged man sitting in my Father's favorite chair, flanked by two more men in black suits. My Father was on his knees in front of him, and the man standing on the left of the middle-aged man was holding my sister. I wiped my eyes and instantly recognized who he was. Polanto Remeriaz. Second-in-Command in the Mafia. My Father turned and saw me.
"J…Jason! Remeriaz, don't bring him into this! You already got her!" He pleaded, pointing at my sister, who was crying silently. "At least let him go!"
Remeriaz stared hard at my father, then at me, and finally at my sister.
"You owe me a lot of money, Carrier. You knew what would happen if you couldn't pay me back. If you had even paid me an ounce of what you owe me, I would have considered letting your children live. Even your wife. But you haven't even paid me a penny. And now you must pay the price."
Remeriaz pulled a large revolver and pointed it at my Father's head and pulled the trigger. In the confined space of the living room, the roar from the gun was enormous. I fell to the ground covering my ears. I felt something warm and sticky hit me in the head. I moved my hand and felt the top of my head, and then brought my hand in front of my eyes. It was blood.
"Kill the brats as well." I heard Remeriaz say.
I lost it. I felt my powers growing beyond my control. I saw the Mafia men take a step back in surprise. My whole body was glowing blue, my eyes sparked with blue energy. I heard Remeriaz tell them to shoot me, and my powers lost control. They exited from every part of my body, covering the entire room. I heard them scream in pain, and I heard the walls begin to crumble. I tried hard to regain control of my powers, but failed. I called out for my sister to run, and then I saw her. She was unhurt somehow, and ran in front of me on her way out, her eyes showing nothing but fear. I closed my eyes and my powers exploded, tearing through the walls of the building. I heard other screams, most likely of the people that lived next to us. I let out a howl of rage and pain, as my powers seemed to nearly rip me apart from the inside. I finally fell blissfully unconscious.
I woke up a few hours later, lying in a pile of rubble. I tried to move but couldn't. I heard sirens of emergency vehicles around me. I realized I must have brought the whole building down, because I never would have been able to hear the sirens on the 12th floor.
I knew they would be searching for survivors. I didn't want to be found by them. Better to be thought dead so the Mafia wouldn't come after me. I used what little power I could muster and moved my right arm painfully behind me and used it to burn the rubble out from behind me. I was soon able to turn around and focused both my arms in front of me, using my powers to form a small tunnel. After ten minutes, I was out, behind the building was a large field which I ran into and hid among the tall weeds and grass. I wasn't sure what happened to my sister, but I knew my father and mother were gone. I curled up into a ball and cried myself to sleep.
I woke up in the morning and got to my feet. I could still see flashing lights of emergency vehicles and I took off to away from the pile of rubble that was my home. I wasn't sure where to go, so I just ran. I made my way into downtown Wakesville, which turned out to be a big mistake. Turns out the Mafia man that was watching over the cars was downtown as well, and recognized me. He grabbed me and brought me into the Mafia headquarters.
PRESENT TIME"I don't remember at all what they did to me after they took me to their HQ. Just bits and pieces. They trained me to be a hitman, making me utilize my powers to take out their targets. I eventually got to the age of seventeen and ran off, knowing they probably wouldn't follow me, knowing that I'd simply kill them as well. I eventually walked into Jump City. Home of the Titans. And their mortal enemy, Slade."