Authors Note: This is it folks. Scarred Soul has begun to be revamped. Things will change, noticeably the main character. He will not be the jokester he used to be. It will take some time for him to be like he was. This is also a BBxRae. I've always liked the couple and decided I would give it a shot in the midst of my story. I didn't exactly get many reviews last time, actually getting none last two chapters. I would seriously appreciate reviews this time. It really helps motivate me. I don't do this for shits and giggles (well, actually I do, but I like to know when people enjoy my stories). Anyways. I hope you like it and please remember to review, because I will answer them in the author's notes. I could really care less what thinks of it.
By the way, one more note. There are going to be a total of two different guest appearances from other franchises in this. When I mean other franchises I'm talking like Freddy Krueger or Dante from Devil May Cry, just to use examples. Thought I'd give the reviewers a hand in this.
Don't worry, the Titans may not be in this chapter, but they will be in the next one. The BBxRae will start in the next chapter while the StarfirexOC won't start for a few more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original character.
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I had once heard it said that the meek shall inherit the earth…
A lone man traveled down the streets darkened by the black of night. Cars passed noisily, horns honked, people shouted obscenities and others shoved by on their way to some seemingly important destination. Such was New York City at night. A small wisp of a smile graced the young mans lips.
He wouldn't have it any other way…
One Shot at Glory
The Loneliness Of the Dark
The young man shifted into an alley and leaned against the side of a building, silently watching the people pass by. It was turning out to be an uneventful night for him, a rare thing in the city that never sleeps. Especially for a vigilante. He didn't care for it.
A cold autumn breeze whipped him in the face as he emerged from the alley, disturbing his hair and fluttering his black trenchcoat behind him. It didn't matter to him. He couldn't feel it anyways. The pain he lived through with each waking moment helped numb him. He could barely feel or taste anything anymore, He hated it.
A scream grabbed his attention like a slap in the face. It was time to go to work, the only thing he lived for anymore.
What a crock of shit.
After moments of concentration through his pain, he made an in-human leap to the top of a nearby building. Keeping his focus, he bolted from rooftop to rooftop in search of the disturbance. He didn't have to go far.
When he looked over the edge of the building, he could make out someone trying to shove a young woman into a car, striking her in the process to quell her fighting. From what he could gather, she was about eighteen, a year older than he. He watched the person run to the driver side door and get in, struggling to keep the young woman from escaping. Few people actually had their own vehicle in New York, but this guy obviously owned one to use for his "purposes". Either that or it was stolen, the second option far more likely.
If the meek were destined to inherit anything more than a handjob than they wouldn't need the strong.
The car started with a small sputter before it roared to life below him.
Case in point…
The young man leapt off the building, letting gravity pull him back to the earth below. A loud metallic crunch was heard as the hood of the car buckled upon his landing. He knelt on the hood, his almost haunting ice blue eyes peering back from behind brown bangs. A small smirk played on his lips as the man behind the wheel had a look of pure terror.
"S-Shit! The Hellrider!"
I can't help but actually smile at the name for a brief second. That's me, Varius The Hellrider. Bane of any criminals I ran across. It's a job I enjoy far more than I should.
The expression plastered on the face of the Hellrider quickly turned to an emotionless mask as he brought his right fist back. A split second of pure terror ensued when the man noticed the metal gauntlet fastened to the arm of the Hellrider. No more than a split second before the metal fist came crashing through the windshield, splattering glass all over the inside of the car, cutting the face of the would-be kidnapper. He was quickly grabbed by the collar of his shirt and yanked through the broken windshield before being tossed aside onto the pavement. The Hellrider turned to the frightened young woman in the care, talking to her in a soft tone. One that almost seemed to say that there was nothing in the world to fear.
"You're safe now. Get out of here and call the police."
It's a job I've taken upon myself since I was eleven. One I take great pride in. It's the one thing I can actually do right in the world.
He noticed a quick nod from the girl as he turned to face the man he had just dumped into the street. A small hop off the hood brought him back to the earth, watching the man cowering before him as he ran his gloved left hand through his hair, feeling almost nothing, despite the glove being fingerless.
I guess the world has always hated me for one reason or another. Even back on the island that used to be my home, half the people I protected couldn't stand me.
"Are you afraid?" The man tried to scramble back to his feet, but stumbled, sending him directly back to the ground.
"S-Stay away from me!"
"You should be."
A freak. Unnatural. Those were the things I used to hear. Every hero has his detractors, but I guess when the people you protect are only the inhabitants of an island, the insults seem far more numerous than they should.
The man stumbled back to his feet, looking ready to fight. The Hellrider merely sighed. This was gonna be quick. The man charged as the Hellrider watched, his arms crossed. A punch was thrown as the Hellrider merely shifted out of the way of the blow, it completely missing its target. Several more were thrown and dodged, the Hellrider not once uncrossing his arms to defend.
Finally he grabbed the mans arm after a particularly wild punch, throwing one of his own with his gauntleted right. His hit with a crack. His jaw was almost certainly broken. When the man fell to the ground, he quickly found himself on the receiving end of a boot to his midsection, knocking the wind completely out of him.
It's strange to be reminiscing about the past while I'm beating the shit out of someone. I hate to reminisce at all. Too many painful memories. But then, sometimes, when I'm fighting a gang or something of the like, I can almost hear them fighting beside me.
The Hellrider used his boot to push the man on his back. He listened as his opponents breaths began to return to normal, his eyes wide in fear. He quickly brought his arms up to catch the Hellriders right arm as it was thrust towards his face. His eyes grew even wider when he realized the metal fingers were sharpened to resemble claws. But he didn't know he wasn't in any danger. He was allowed to catch the arm.
Defenders of the innocent. The best of friends. Myself being co-leader…
"I recommend that you rethink your life while in the slammer. Another vigilante resides in New York, and he's not as forgiving as I am."
Me and the Hell Patrol…
With that, the hand became a fist and overpowered the man, smashing him in the face and knocking him out, all while the sound of police sirens became ever more apparent. He stood up straight and took a quick look around, noticing the young woman he had saved through the small crowd that had begun to gather. Apparently she hadn't strayed too far.
It's a little bit ironic that I live to save innocents. I couldn't save my family, I couldn't save my friends or my home.
He watched her mouth a thank you as he focused his mind, launching himself in the air to the top of a building. Normally no one cared about what happened to others in New York. Not their problems. But he cared.
Hell, I can't even save myself…
He began to slow down after running across several rooftops. He dropped into a sitting position, feeling particularly weak. His energy was drained. He reached under his pitch black shirt, pulling out a jade stone that had been turned into a pendant.
The only reason I'm alive is because of a goddamn pendent. It's pretty pathetic really, but I still cherish it. It's one of the few things I have left to remember them by.
The stone began to glow, its emerald light washing over him in the darkness. The warmth that always accompanied it washed over him and he felt his energy return. It didn't help the pain, it didn't let him feel again. All it did was keep him alive.
It's the last thing I have to remember an old friend. Forged from magic by him and his mentor. He was strong. He never faltered. He lasted the longest.
A sad smile graced his features as he sat, the sadness welling up inside of him.
Calius…
Finally, his pain and sadness took form.
I miss you man. I miss the whole team.
Small tears trickled down his face as he fought back sobs. The sun began to rise as he sat, night giving way to the morning, the light shimmering off his silent tears. He didn't notice. He only sat, left to deal with his pain and sorrows… By himself… As he always had to…
I'm tired of being alone…
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AN: Well, that's it for number one.
Please let me know what you think. I really need feedback on this story. I'm going to be changing quite a bit, but I'm always open to suggestions from reviewers. Feedback on my new character. Situations you would like to see the Titans in. Any characters you would like to see. I'm more than open to do whatever pleases whatever fans I get.
By the way, Merry Christmas to all.