Once Again
Hey, this is my first shot at a rav/red x pairing! Please state your opinion!
Summary: Red X was on the brink of death, until one young twisted aspiring surgeon found him and restores his body back to normal. Now X goes after Raven's love- that the surgeon can give him- if X brings him the rest of the Titans. (i write horrible summaries; the stories are better! promise.) (Told mostly from Raven's/X's POV) rated for death later on
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The last thing I saw, before plummetting to the jagged rocks below towards certain death, was the dark-haired girl. Her gaze locked onto my masked eyes as I was pulled down by gravity in a free-fall of painful death down off of that cliff. Her eyes spelled worry and anxiety as she watched me fall; and at that moment I found something I wanted. Truly wanted; not just some expensive jewlery or some other valuable item to sell for money to buy more synothium or destructive toys. I wanted her love.
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I jolt awake to a crash of thunder followed by another bolt of lightning that sends the tower into a convulsed tremor, as if it shuddered. It's storming out, I realize, and I notice the heat has stopped working as my teeth start to chatter. The tower has been struck, sending a power outage. With a sigh, I wrap my cloak tightly around my body and drearily exit my room to try to fix the power. Despite my somewhat icy disposition, I hate being cold.
To my surprise, no one is up, and I don't feel like bothering them to fix the power; It's a simpler task than one would think. I walk down the stairs to the basement, where the generators are located. All is dark, and I have forgotten to bring a flashlight or a candle with me. I have an idea where they are, though, and head in that direction. The basement is even colder than my room; I vaguley see clouds of my breath in the silvery moonlight that comes in through a small window at the top, scattered by the hailstorm.
I'm almost to the power source when I trip over something, falling into the huge generators Cyborg has constructed out of his own tech. Standing and brushing myself off, I place my hands on them and send a wave of dark energy through them- enough to run the turbine and jolt the engine into working again. The dim basement lights turn on, as does the heat, with a low hum. Now to see what the curse'd thing was that tripped me. I look down to see a cardboard box filled with artifacts taken from villans we have fought- Control Freak's remote, the Puppet King, Red X's belt...
Red X. The thought of him sends a chill down my spine. None of us could find out where he dissappeared to- although it was apparent. His suicide jump had caused him to drown in the ocean hundreds of feet below- a dire situation that nothing could be done about- yet we felt it was partially our fault. If we hadn't cornered him like that- I shake the thoughts from my head as I turn to head back up the stairs, but find myself walking back to the box. Taking the belt in my hands- and heading back to my room. It was our fault he died. He was just an ordinary theif-not a crazed villan- not a real threat to our city- and he had saved us all by helping Robin.
He meant no real harm to us. Yet look at how we retaliated. I wonder who the masked villan really was. Was he just a boy- with nothing better in his life to steal? Was he stealing out of desparation or a selfless need? Did he only want to create harmless mischeif and found himself in a fatal situation? Did he have friends? Family? No one knew, or would ever know.
I was ashamed. Though I am not to speak for the other Teen Titans, I slip the belt under my pillow and vow to myself not to kill another soul again.