Family.
Parents and their children thought of as a group
Children of a father and mother, offspring.
Group of people living in the same house.
All of a person's relatives.
Group of related people, tribe or clan.
Group of related organisms ranking below an order and above a genus.
Any group of related or similar things.
Trigon, the dark and evil demon, had once taken over a planet called Azerath. He forced the families that lived there to be his slaves. There were many demoness who seeked him out, wanting such a maniacal man to be their mate. But he picked one girl from the planet, a helpless, tiny, women of the age of eighteen. Her name was Arella. He raped her, and they conceived a monster. Arella was a nice woman, one who never would kill a child, even if it was the span of the devil. She had the child in the only safe place she could find, the Temple of Azerath. The child grew into a deadly toddler. The child's powers were growing rapidly, and no one was capable to control them. Arella sent her child away from Azerath. The child was sent to Earth, to fend on its own. That is where the child has been for the last twelve years, wondering around, lost, confused, and all alone. Until last year it still couldn't control its powers. Until one faithful day, the child made a wrong turn that started it's life. You might be wondering who I am. I still don't really know. But, I do know one thing. That horrid monster/child is me.
Last month, I had entered Jump City. Earlier today, I decided to go for a walk. I had just turned on to Duchess Street, when I heard a cry for help. Little did I know, my life was about to change. An odd looking man ran out of a building with the world BANK. I have little clue as to what the heck is going down, but I have a funny feeling that the odd looking man is the cause of the scream. I dash after him. He sees me coming and turns. "I've never seen you before. Are you a new Titan?" "Am I a new what?" "I'll take that as a no. But, let me introduce myself. I'm Mumbo, and you shouldn't have come near me." He punches me strait in the face, and tries to run for it, but he hasn't covered much ground. "Yeah, you're right. Maybe I shouldn't have come near you." He turns and glares at me. "But, you shouldn't have hit me. Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" My powers jumped from my hands to a car that was parked besides Mumbo. It hits him with full force, and he flies across the street.
Someone from behind me lets out a cry, "Look, it's the Teen Titans! We're saved!" I turn, and a colorful group of teens my age are in front of me, all in fighting stance. "FREEZE!" the tall one in the middle yells. He is dressed like a traffic light, and has a mask on that covers more than half his face. He appears to be very toned and muscular. I examine the rest of these 'Teen Titans." Floating above the rest was a tall girl, with red hair and large green eyes. Her hands are glowing green, and her thin body is decked out in shades of purple. The word CHEERLEADER comes to mind. Totally not the kind of person I'd hang out with, or even near. To the left of Traffic Man was a tall man who appeared to be half blue. This time, the word FOOTBALL JOCK comes to mind. And to Traffic Man's right was a short guy with green skin, point ears, and fangs. This time, all I can think is TOTAL FREAK. CHEERLEADER and JOCK walk over to Mumbo, who was lying in a heap. The other two haven't moved.
I turn from the spot, and think 'Well they have this under control.' "I said, FREEZE!" I turn and see that Traffic Man was directing this, both times, to me. Oh dang it! So much for staying low and trying to live here for long. Now that I think about it, I probably should have thought about all this when I hit Mumbo with the car. I can't be arrested I think to myself: turn and take off flying. I don't know where I'm going or how long I have been in the air, but I soon hear wings flapping behind me. I turn my head around. FREAK has turned into a green pterodactyl and TRAFFIC MAN is dangling from his claws. I glance around for something to do. There just so happens to be a flag on a house in front of me. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" I cry as I pull the flagpole to me. I launch it at them, not aiming to hurt; I'm not that evil, but trying to get them off of my tail. Didn't work.
I quickly turned, looking for some other form of weaponry, but I didn't find any. Instead I found the trunk of a tree.
When my eyes open, I'm in an unfamiliar room. A loud beeping fills my head. Where did Traffic Man and Freak take me? "How are you feeling?" My head follows the voice to its owner. Traffic Man. He's sitting right beside me. I sit up, then glare at him. "Are you feeling okay?" He asks me, much slower than the first time. What does he think I am? Mental? "Yes," I finally answer. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" His eyes, or where his eyes should be, never leave my face. "Concerning?" "Your involvement in today's bank robbery." "What? No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I didn't rob that bank!" "Then why did you run from the scene?" "Because of this reason, right here. You automatically assume that because I was at the scene, that I had participated." "But fleeing makes me think you have something to hide, and you don't want to be caught." "Look, I'm new to town. So, I don't know the rules. I saw you guys and thought 'they have this under control.'"
An alarm suddenly went off, along with red glowing lights. They were off almost as soon as they came on. Traffic Man reaches for something on his belt. It's some type of cylinder. "Cyborg, do you read me?" "Loud and clear, Robin." "Cyborg, she just woke up. I'm going to stay here with her. You're in charge." "Boo Yah! Thanks man. Here that BB? I'm in charge!" "You're name's Robin?" He smirks as he puts his walkie-talkie thing away. "That's what they call me." "So it's not your real name?" "It's difficult." "Well, what do I call you?" "I don't care." "I'll go with Robin." "Fine by me." "Robin, I want to leave." "Leave? But, I was thinking about letting you join our team."
"I'm sorry. Did you just say join your team?" "Yes." "I don't work well with others." "But, you'd get to have your own room." "That's nice, but…" "And, you'd get free food and clothes." "Cool.." "And I won't take no as an answer." "Look, Robin, I'm not what you'd call a good person." "You just said you stopped that bank robbery." "Not really." "But…" "I saw Mumbo, ran over to him, got punched in the face, got angry, and threw a car at him." "But you took him down. That's what counts. So do you want to join? Help fight evil?" I looked at my hands. There's an IV stuck in my left one. I concentrate on it really hard, pulling it out slowly with my mind. Once it's out, I look at Robin. He's waiting patiently. Catching his eye, I nod. "Do I get a tour?" He smiles. "Sure." He helps me stand. "Since your going to be working here, I'd like to Know your name." "Raven."
