Firstly, a warning. Extreme gore, blood and unexplainable madness ahead. I don't know why I wrote this, but it is your choice to read it. A product of my seriously deranged mind.
I don't own the Titans… yet.
"Titans, move out!"
With a swift movement of his hand, Robin took out a birdarang from his belt and hurled it towards the hold-uppers. It was a simple, common robbery, the third one for the day. It was beginning to get so tiresome the Titans almost wished for something more challenging.
In less than five minutes it was over. The gang was composed of at least thirteen members, but they had no chance against a martial arts expert, a fully-armed half robot, a changeling, an alien with incredible powers, and a half-demon sorceress.
"Woohoo! Record time!" Beastboy hi-fived with Cyborg. "Four minutes and thirty-six seconds!"
"No time for a victory dance, Beastboy. You and Cyborg go help the girls clean up. I'll help the police arrange the charges." Robin said, smirking. The two reluctantly agreed.
Starfire was busy vaporizing the big pieces of broken glass with her eye beams, to lessen the trouble. She was almost done when she saw a glint of metal among the shattered glass. She bent down slowly, as if she was about to look at a monster coming out from the sea. Brushing away some debris from the pile, shining black metal revealed itself. Her hands closed over the sinister-looking object. It was what the earthlings called a "gun," as she saw from Robin's action movies. However, no matter what it was called, she still didn't know what it was for.
She approached Robin, a skip in her step, who was talking with a police officer.
"Robin, what does—"
Her leader held up a hand. "Not now, Star. We'll deal with whatever it is later."
Her face fell. "Oh. Very well, friend Robin. I shall be patient until you are ready to explain."
A few minutes later, they were all riding the T-car on the way home.
"Oh yeah, Starfire? What was it you wanted to tell me?" Robin said from the passenger seat.
For an instant Starfire was confused. Then her green eyes brightened with understanding.
"Oh. It is what you say, 'nothing at all' Robin."
"Okay."
Starfire felt a little bad for lying to her friend, but she figured it would be better as a surprise.
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"Hey, Star. Wanna play Gamestation?" Beastboy asked her, ready to hand her a joystick.
She beamed. "Maybe another time, friend Beastboy. As of the moment, I have something to show you."
She brought out the "gun," making the green boy's eyes widen with surprise.
"Starfire, where did you get that?" His voice quivered a little.
"I have found it at the crime scene. Is it not so amazing?"
She absently inserted her index finger through the hole, and clicked back the safety, pointing it straight at Beastboy. Not that she had any idea what she was doing.
"Star… what are you doing?"
"I have seen how the humans in the television use this fascinating device. If I am not mistaken, I shall incline force on this miniature stick and…"
The shot could have been loud enough to reach every space of the Tower, but it was drowned out by the booming of the Gamestation sound effects.
She went closer to her fallen friend. The bullet hit him square in the stomach, mouth agape, eyes opened wide in shock. He wasn't moving.
"What is wrong with you, friend Beastboy?" He hand touched the wound, where blood was pumping out generously.
"Why have you spread ketchup all over yourself, friend?"
Starfire liked ketchup. Not as wonderful-tasting as mustard, but wonderful nonetheless. She brought her finger to her mouth. The moment she tasted the blood, she doubled over in giddiness.
"Oh! I understand now! I have put Beastboy to slumber. His eyes and mouth are open because he is liking his dream!"
She stood up, walking to the door. "You can thank me later, Beastboy. Now, maybe I should make my other friends experience this joy of arekmal too."
Helpless black eyes traced after her, unable to warn her next unsuspecting victims.
-
Starfire didn't know exactly what she had done, but since it was accomplished with a mechanical device, maybe she should go to her friend Cyborg.
Cyborg hummed a tune as he lay under the T-car.
"Greetings, friend Cyborg! I have something I think is worthy of your time."
Cyborg got up from under the car, smiling. His smile faded when he saw what she held in her hands.
"Sleep well, friend."
She pulled the trigger, and she barely saw a glimpse of the bullet as it zinged its way to Cyborg's chest.
"System Shutdown." A computer-like voice said as her robotic friend turned gray.
She was disappointed to see that there was no ketchup to be tasted.
"Perhaps it is because Cyborg is not completely human, and lacks the necessary things to produce the ketchup. I believe I shall success with friend Robin."
She touched the non-metal part of her friend's face, realizing that it had turned cold.
"His body has become so chilly. Maybe he is dreaming of snow." She giggled as she entered the elevator.
She found Robin in the training room, taking it all out on a punching bag.
She shook her head. "Hmm. Friend Robin is working too much. He needs a long, peaceful, and I so believe enjoyable rest with my gun."
She put the hand with the revolver behind her back as she walked nearer. "Hello, Robin. How are you? Are you tired?"
Robin hesitated. "No, Star. I'm fine."
"Oh, I think not, friend. You need to sleep." She put a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't feel like sleeping right now, Starfire."
Said Tamaranean rolled her eyes, something she had learned from Raven.
"Then I will help you."
She brought out the weapon, making Robin step back in astonishment.
"Put the gun down, Starfire." His voice changed from the commanding tones to seductive and dangerous, as if he was trying to hypnotize her. He slipped into a fighting stance, if but undecidedly.
"You are unwell, Robin. I will help you earn your slumber." She fired the shot from at least three meters away, but didn't miss the target. The bullet went straight to Robin's heart, making him hit the floor with a loud "thud."
She knelt down beside him, touching his cheek gently.
"You have earned your rest, Robin." She was smiling, as "ketchup" poured from the wound on his chest to the floor. His mouth was also tainted red as more of his life force went out.
Starfire bent down to put her lips to his. Once there, she licked the blood that came out. The substance was even sweeter when she tasted it on his lips.
-
Raven decided that after ten straight hours of undisturbed meditating, she could at least get something to eat.
She passed by the open door of the training room and saw Starfire bent over something colorful. Maybe it was Robin…
Wait a minute. She stopped abruptly in her tracks. What the! Was that blood?
"Starfire! What the hell are you doing?" She yelled, storming into the room.
Starfire backed away from Robin, wiping her mouth, smearing blood across her cheeks. Her usually bright and cheery eyes were glazed and unfocused.
Raven froze when she laid eyes on Robin, covered and surrounded by blood that erupted from a ghastly wound on his chest. She knelt protectively over him.
"What have you done to him?" She hissed, anger flaring up inside her.
Starfire laughed, not mockingly but it might as well have been.
"I have helped him go to sleep with this device," She showed Raven the revolver, "For he cannot do it himself. By your appearance, friend Raven, I say that you need rest too." She cocked the gun at her horrified friend.
"What are you thinking?" Raven hissed, before throwing her cape over Robin and vanishing in a glow of black energy.
Starfire placed bloody hands on her hips, tilting her head to the side.
"It seems that Raven desires to play a game. Very well, I will act along."
-
Raven healed Robin's wound with her powers, but she knew that he was long dead.
She cradled his head on her arms. What was wrong with Starfire? Why did she do this? It was very bizarre behavior for the naïve, innocent alien. Maybe that was it. Did she even know what she was doing?
Well, whether or not she did, Raven still felt rage taking over her emotions. She killed Robin. Robin was dead. Dead. Dead dead dead. The word repeated itself in her head like some cruel and unusual punishment. She didn't even have a chance to say goodbye… Why didn't Cyborg or Beastboy stop her? Unless…
She felt cold metal against the skin of her neck, sending shivers up her spine.
"You killed them too, didn't you?" She sobbed, on the verge of tears.
"Killed. Kill. It is an exquisite word. Yes, perhaps I have killed them too. Don't you want to be killed too, Raven? It is most satisfying."
Starfire's tone was malicious and nasty, like a predator playing with its prey.
"Why, Starfire? Why? They're dead, Star. Dead. They're never coming back. Why did you do it?"
"It felt oh-so enchanting, Raven. When I pulled the little stick, they fell to the ground as a minute bit of metal spiraled into the air and pierced into their bodies, and ketchup sprout from the entrance of the hole upon contact. The crimson, watery yet so thick, and delightfully warm substance tasted better than ketchup. Their empty eyes and mouths drop open as if in awe of the dreamland that I have put them in. Their bodies turn ice-cold, and I presume they are dreaming of the coming of winter. They are unmoving, so passionate and unbelievably concentrated on their fantasies that they do not bother with what is beyond them. They have wanted those dreams for so long, and I put them out of their misery so they can finally reach it in their grasp.
"It feels wonderful to kill them, Raven. And I think it also feels great to be killed too. Would you not want to me to kill you?" Starfire spat the words in Raven's ear with surprising vehemence.
Raven's entire body shook, mixed emotions surging through her. Anger, hatred, disgust, and pity.
She did the only thing she can. She cried.
"Aw, why do you weep, friend Raven? I find it useless to shed tears on the happiness of our friends. Maybe I should bid for you to join them now…"
"Yeah, yeah. Just kill me, Starfire. At least I don't have to stay here with you, you… you monster!"
Starfire clicked her tongue. "Tsk, Tsk. Such mean words, I almost feel you don't deserve to feel the joy of dreamland. But you are my friend, so I shall grant you the same wish."
The alien watched, satisfied as Raven fell forward upon fire, landing on top of Robin. There was more of her beloved ketchup as the bullet hit Raven's neck, splattering her clothes. But she didn't find the urge to lap it up.
She looked at the gun, gleaming in her hand, and sighed, almost sadly.
"All of my friends are gone. I am alone."
Then her eyes lit up, even if no one was there to see it. She held the weapon in front of her, remembering how she had found it just hours ago. She stared deep into the black spaces of the barrels, a sickening, relieved smile spreading across her face.
"It is my turn. Wait for me, my friends. I am coming."
The bullet shot rang throughout the Tower, as the killer collapsed on the floor, unaware of everything she had done.
The gun slipped from her cold fingers, ending the fifth of five young lives that day.
There you have it. Weird, isn't it? Starfire unknowingly murders all the Titans, including herself. This actually came to me in a dream…
Anyway, I'd love to hear what you think of this… so…
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