Deliver us from Evil

Hello everyone. DarkVyse88 here. I hope you enjoyed my last piece of work. I would like to say that this may be my last Teen Titans FF, as I am going to explore some new territories. Anyways, here's my newest piece. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Crippled Hatred

Revenge. It's simple, really. However you say it as vengeance, retribution, retaliation, etc. The word is still the same whatever way you look at it. As one can think, revenge is always on the mind of someone. Just the feeling of the word, the knowing of the word, and then, finally, the utilization of the word in action. Well, what if one person wanted to take it too far? To the point of no return? And the target in question was no one person, but many, even going beyond many.

The room was entirely black. Not a beam of light was seen in the room. Of course, those in the room weren't complaining. The presence of living beings was made irrelevant by the noise of quiet breathing. If someone came into this darkened room, they may sense the feeling of others, but question whether they are friend or enemies. They probably didn't even know much about themselves. But they were in this room, unknown of what was to come or what was to happen, but their goal was united.

Just then, a beam of light shone on a side of the room. The light revealed a long table that stretched out into the darkness. Two of the people were near the light, but it only showed them sitting down. Their faces were still covered in shadow. The sound of wheels approaching was then heard in the distance and was fast approaching. "Finally, this is all going to pay off." A voice from the darkness said. The object that was making the noise had now just came into the light. It was a motorized wheelchair; made irrelevant by the huge battery attached to the back and a control stick on the right armrests. But, the main thing that was noticed the most was the person controlling the wheelchair. One of his hands moved from the switch and rested his arm on the armrest. Of course, this was the only arm he could rest for the other one was missing. He also had no legs, only very short stumps that barley reached over the chair's edge. He wore steel body armor that was the colors black and grey. His face was covered entirely by a mask, the left side entirely black and the other side orange with a hole for the eye.

"You." Someone from the table's end said. "Yes, it's me." The masked man replied. He then waited as if for a reply, but silence only hung over the room. "You all act like I just had my funeral," he began," I'm here. I would give myself a standing obation, but I have sustain some difficulties." A new voice, with a tone of old age in it, said, "I thought you meet your demise during that problem with your apprentice." "Not even a volcano can stop my glory." He replied. A female voice from the front of the table then asked," And you didn't get any replacements for your wounds because?" His tone then became a lot more serious," I don't believe in hiding my wounds. I want to keep them as a reminder of what I have gone through."

"Moving on," another voice said, with the sound of a finger tapping metal," why are we here? I want answers and I want them now." "As you all know, each and everyone of us may be different, but we have one thing in common. We want to see the Titans fall." The masked man said. "Agreed." Another voice said. "I have assembled all of you here due to your powers, your skill, and the way you hate the Titans. You are all perfect for my plan." "What is it?" the female voice asked, manicured fingers revealed by the light and now drumming on the table. "I will reveal it shortly, but it's all about vengeance, just like all of you. And, it involves Earth as our target." "What's in it for us?" the voice accompanied by the metal tapping sound asked. "Why, a seat of power in my new order," the masked man stated," and the change to finally due away with those you despise.' Suddenly, a huge, red claw hit the table and caused a huge crash, as it was accompanied by a deep voce that said," Give me Raven and we have a deal." "Well, I have one vote. How about the rest of you?" The others didn't replay, so one of the voices said," I believe our last speaker has given our reply. "Excellent, Then we are ready. Yet, we have one more person to help us. The card in our winning hand."

He then moved his chair backward into the darkness. The people heard it for a few seconds, and then it suddenly stopped. Another light then shone a few feet away. The masked man was there, but this time, he wasn't alone. Behind him was a large, cylinder vat that was filled with a clear green liquid. But, it was what was inside that was the most noticeable thing. Floating upright in the tank was a naked blond girl. Her hands were at her sides, exposing her chest. Wires ran from her arms, legs, and chest to the sides of the tank, which ran to some computers on the outside, that were resting on a table. The screens ran with heart rates, the number of cells in the body, and whether or not the body was infected or not. Her eyes were closed and her face was in a calm, undisturbed expression. "May God." One of the voices said. "I am full of surprises." The masked man said. "That is not possible. She was killed. Is this a clone of some sort?" the one with the aging voice asked "No," the man," she is before you as the original." The masked man said. "Well, you have to say," the female voice said," she may not be as good looking as me, but she'll do." "You bet she's good looking," the voice at the far end said," come on, let her out. I can get show her a good time." With that, the voice laughed as a voice near it said, "Save your jokes for another time."

"I concur," the deep voice said, "now what does she have to do with all of this?" "Well, for the first part, she has a vendetta to settle with someone." "It better not be my target or I am gone." The female voice stated. "Its someone else, so don't worry yourselves." The man then turned to the vat and stared hard at the girl. As he ran his hand down the cool outside, he said, "And she is what I need for my plan." "For the sake of it, I hope you are right." The far end voice said. "Do not worry, I will make sure of it." He then turned his chair to where the table was illuminated and said," My allies. We will dominate our oppressors! This world will soon be ours! And on my name, Slade Wilson, I will make sure of it!" He maneuvered his chair towards the control panel and said, "I think its time for the games to begin." He then pushed a button to cause the liquid in the vat to slowly drain to the bottom. Slade then let out a huge laugh as the girl opened her eyes as her the water sank to neck level.

Who are these allies? What plans does Slade have? Chapter 2 is coming soon!