Witch Trials
Disclaimer – I do not own the Teen Titans, at least not in reality. Oh they say I'm crazy, just because I dream of creating a league of monsters, big super-creatures, octagonal-shaped with big pointy horns…
Prologue
Five best friends stood together to hold witness an accused witch being burnt alive on the stake. Richard, a young boy with messy black hair, no older than 16 years of age. He looked to the side to see his best friend, Kori, as she twitched nervously with her hands cupped around her mouth. Her auburn hair shone in the flames, tears fell down her eyes, she was shaking violently but her long legs stayed firmly on the soft soil. Next to her was Victor. He was a coloured, tall, athletic man. He stood proud, head and shoulders above all of his friends. By his side sat Garfield, the village clown, the village idiot, believe to have swallowed his fair share of frogs at young age and turned green permanently. Need I go into any more detail? He was twirling his fingers in the soil absent-mindedly as the innocent woman in front of him stood screaming into the night. What would he care? She wasn't hot. There are plenty more woman out there who are prettier than she, when one of those ladies will be accused, he'd speak up. But until that day, he was perfectly comfortable playing with mud. Then there was Raven, she was the most nervous out of all of her friends. But she didn't show it. She couldn't show it. Of course, she was physically able to show whatever the heck she wanted to show of her emotions, she just didn't want her emotions getting the better of her.
All of these teenagers were the best of friends. They stood there wearing uncomfortable woolly outfits of either white, grey or brown. Raven wore a customary bonnet over her head but apart from that, she wore exactly what Kori wore, a long dress of brown and a white apron. The guys wore long trousers, a stiff button shirt and a blazer. Looking among the crowd, this is what everyone else was wearing. Customising it in any way would pronounce you a witch. It was mostly men around the crowd.
The death sentence was carried out and all that was left was blood stains on the ground and flesh and bone singed externally and internally. The crowd thinned out and at the end all who were left were the five friends. Starfire looked down at the bloody flesh and sighed, "How could anyone be so cruel?"
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What have we learnt?
This is in Salem Witch Trial days.
No one knows that anyone else has powers. E.g. Starfire knows that she has powers, no one else does.
Cyborg is not a robot – back then, if you were in such a bad condition, you wouldn't be built a replacement robot half, you'd just die.
Beast Boy is as rude to women – not "hot" ones – as ever.