Hey, this is Zro9breaker, and this is my first Fan Fic.
Fuuun stuff...
I don't know if there's supposed to be a disclaimer thing up here, but here it is anyway:
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, except Zero.
There ya' go. Happy? I hope so.
Anyway, like I said, this is my first Fan Fic, and its rated R for a few god damned good reasons.
I just said 'god damned,' and this story has a lot worse language in it than that. (Kinda like the word 'shit' in the next little paragraph thingy)
When it comes to flying bullets, gore, and death, I tend to be graphic. There is a LOT of blood, shooting, and blowing shit up. Y'know, brains on walls, bullets through eyes, the whole bit. So, if you are a bit squeamish, then I'm not the author for you
Zero and another character get a little... ummm.... cough... intimate.
Secondly, I need to give a semi-brief...uhh... briefing on my character, Zero.
Zero has died twice, has not aged since he died the first time, and now stays at age 18. Zero stands about 6'6', and he HAD 2 bright, shimmering blue eyes, but now his left one is ice blue, and the other is a deep, cold blue. He has extremely dark brown hair, which is always a mess, and a 4" long scar from his forehead to his cheekbone overlapping his ice blue left eye. He has a scarred, split lip, and various scars/ bullet holes from battle all over his body. His left arm and leg are both robotic, and his left arm can sort of transform into a minigun and a MAC (Magnetic Acceleration Cannon). He mainly wears long sleeve shirts, a tattered trench coat with the arms ripped off, military cargo pants, and a combat boot on his right foot. His favorite color is black, so naturally his clothes are black. He wears a pooca shell necklace and a chain around his neck, and wears his two custom-made holster belts, which carry his also custom made .50 cal Desert Eagle and ammo clips.
After all the killing of his friends from past times, he has become cold and heartless, and he doesn't like people getting too close. He has developed a mentality that no one understands what his life has been like, how dark it still is, and that no one ever will. He only has two places of peace left to him: music and drums (kinda like me). Those two things don't reject him and the way he is, so everywhere he drifts, he always carries a pair of sticks, a CD player, and extra music to listen to.
Over time, the injuries he has sustained, and all the war he has seen, taught him to suppress, even override all types of emotion that could get him killed in battle. Feelings like fear, pain, anxiety, nervousness, etc; have been blocked. He has cancelled out all of them, becoming a cold, killing machine. But hate and love cannot be overridden, as he will soon find out.
If you want Zero's full Bio, let me know somehow, and I'll get it to you somehow. It really goes into detail about the events of his life, and it explains a lot. So you'll probably want it.
This is the first in a series of chapters yet to come. All characters are in their late teens (i.e. 17, 18, 19) In this beginning, Zero meets the Titans; Raven especially, sort of the hard way. Read and find out... (And don't forget to post review please!)
CHAPTER 1- And they meet...
Zero walked through the forest, tired, battered, and... well... just tired as fuck.
He hoped he would find some sort of civilization soon. He was low on ammo, food, and his robotic parts were getting rusty
"Fuck," he mumbled as he looked up at the sky. He wanted to sit and rest somewhere. His two rifles, large sword, and customized D. Eagle were getting heavy, but he feared if he sat down, he might not get back up. So he trudged on through the wilderness.
Finally, he came to an opening in the forest. The trees opened up to a blue sky and a city skyline. The harbor below him went out to his left into the ocean, and a bridge stretched off to his right.
A sense of relief came over him. He needed new fusion cells for his MAC (Magnetic Acceleration Cannon) and his minigun, some .50 cal bullets for his customized Desert Eagle, and some cleaning supplies for all of it. He didn't do 'pretty.' He just cleaned his guns for efficiency. But most importantly, he would be able to eat now.
He crossed the large bridge, and walked into the city.
It was a strange place in this city. There was a weird assortment of people walking about, and some of them seemed to have powers that they would use regularly. He was slightly amazed, and he thought about these people, and thought about how no one normal ever understood his life. But these people were sure as fuck not normal, and maybe here, just maybe, he would find someone who understood the darkness...
He had purchased his ammunition, gotten his mechanized parts back up to spec, was even able to find fusion cells for his MAC, and now sat at a café in the city next to the street. A short railing surrounded it, and tall buildings rose up all around him. His table was street side so he had a better view down the sidewalk. He faced west up the street, and the sun was setting over the skyscrapers.
He leaned over the table slightly, resting his body on his left elbow, and picked up his drink. He paused for a moment, looking up the street he was facing. He was in civilization now. In a civilization that had never seen or heard of him before, no less. He was relieved once again that he wouldn't have bounty hunters on his back, and he didn't have to look over his shoulder all the time.
He took a drink.
No later had he swallowed, a large explosion blew open the ground floor wall of a building east of his position. Zero dropped his glass, and stood up. He clenched his fists.
Maybe he was wrong about looking over his shoulder.
He stood up straight to the full 6' 6" of himself, and turned to observe what had happened. An extremely large body had plowed through the building, and started running down the street toward Zero. Zero stood his ground, and the beast ran past him. It was carrying a bag of something, and wielded a VERY large firearm. Then a group of five teens ran and flew through the wreckage, and gave chase to the thing.
Zero narrowed his eyes at the teens. Were they serious in chasing this guy? They were all pretty young. One of the five was a short guy with spiky hair, and he wore a mask over his eyes. He wore a red shirt with green sleeves, along with green pants and gloves, and a cape trailed along behind him. The 8 foot tall behemoth behind him was mostly mechanical, and had a bum left eye like Zero's. Then there was a green jaguar thing that ran with them. The two females were the only ones flying. One was tall and slender with flaming green eyes (no really, they were on fire). She wore high boots, a skirt and a small top, which showed off her midriff. All of her clothes were blue, her hair was a bright red, and she held green energy in her hands as she flew.
The girl below her was different somehow. She showed no effort of flying, but was more levitating than anything. She glided along the pavement, and her black cloak flew back showing her body. She was somewhat short, and she wore all black. Her legs showed from the hips down, and she wore a belt of some kind around her waist. Her hood covered her face, but Zero could see a set of beautiful purple eyes. She was gothic; dark like him.
Zero almost was attracted to her, but he checked the motion. Love would be his downfall, and it had no place in his life.
He watched the beast run down the street passed him, and just as the group of 5 teens were approaching his position, the gothic girl used her power of telekinesis to pick up a car and hurl it at the thing. The vehicle struck it dead in the back of the head, blowing up on impact, but the beast stopped and turned around.
It scowled at the girl, and yelled, "Eat this you little shit!" It fired a shot. The projectile was massive; at least a 70mm round. Zero widened his eyes at it as it flew past him toward her. 'If that hits, she's gone,' he thought. But wasting time wasn't going to help, so he made up his mind. "I've seen too many good people die in my life, and I'm not going to allow it to happen again!"
He planted his right foot on the railing, and hurled himself out toward her.
From Raven's POV now...
Raven had noticed him. He was tall, with robotic left appendages. He had a scar over his left eye, and his hair was black; or was it dark brown? The thing that got her was his eyes. His right eye was a deep shimmering blue, which filled her with warmth and comfort, but his left eye was a different story. It was ice blue, and it also shimmered, but in a cold, heartless way. Both were fixed on her, and she was caught off guard by the way he looked at her.
She felt a certain attraction to him, but she had a job to do: stop this beast and take back the stolen goods. So she used her telekinetic powers to pick up a car and rocket it toward the monster.
The car impacted with great force but the beast still managed to turn around, yell something, and fire its gun at her. She didn't have enough reaction time to get out of the way. The bullet was too fast; she was going to die.
Or was she?
Heh, don't ya' just love cliffhangers?
Well review and tell me how I did. Was it good, bad, or just plain horrible? You tell me. And hey, if I did reasonably well, I'll post the next one.