Class of the Titans: The End of Everything
A/n: So for you who have seen Phantom Rising, this will make sense. For those who haven't, you missed the best eppie EVER! Anyways, this is my making of a full-length movie that documents their last battle with Cronus. This takes place after Phantom Rising and that lastr eppie has a big bearing. So enjoy, and please review! Also, please note that because of the ominous ending of Phantom Rising, this fic will also be quite dark, but it has some light scenes as well. Becky
Prologue
Images haunted her, images of betrayal, destruction, and pain. She was fighting her friends, her long fiery hair whipping around her head, stinging her face like bees. Jay was reaching out for her, trying desperately to help her. She blasted him away. Then the images were gone, and she was alone, her and her own aura. Purple light surrounded her, engulfing her in its haunting embrace. Her aura, strong and deadly, was trying to overtake her, she who housed it in her heart and soul.
"Give in," it whispered, its breath tickling her mind like an annoying scratch. "Remember the power you used to feel… remember?"
"Go away!" she yelled, trying to push it from her. But the purple ghost of her hung on. "Wasn't this what you wanted, to feel powerful?" it prodded persistently.
"No, I just wanted to be free!"
"Free," it murmured. "Yet you are not. There is, however, a way for you to be completely free… de…"
"NOOO!"
Theresa snapped upright in bed like a slinky, her green eyes wide with fear, her hand to her mouth as though she could take back all the words she'd said. The cold night air of spring chilled her to the bone, and all she could think of was, It's happening again. Except this time it's after me.
Looking around her green-walled bedroom, with her weapons' closet and pottery in the corner, she couldn't help but feel that maybe it had all been a dream. A cool but gentle wind played with her curtain to her balcony, and she could hear the hum of Jay's computer through the wall. Just the thought of him being there, so close, made her feel safe and drowsy. Her boyfriend wouldn't let anything happen to her, and neither would the others.
"It's just a dream," she muttered. "It's over now, Theresa. Just calm down."
She settled back into her bed, closing her eyes and willing sweet dreams, but as she slipped into dreamland, an ominous violet figure slipped from her skin and smiled evilly.
"I will have you yet again, Theresa," it whispered. "And this time death will be your only solution."