This is my first story on this site, and I hope this will be the base for all improvements, that does not mean I expect it to be good. Just that it IS full of flaws, and I hope you, the readers, will help me fix them.
Disclaimer: I claim not that I own Teen Titans. Some other person does... Lucky...
Came Home
The dull sunlight, bouncing off the polished, yet inexpensive, towers of Jump City lit the streets, leaving no reason to activate the street lights. Yet the cloudy sky was still day and foggy enough to cause people to be in caution, and turn on their headlights. The fog, while high and relatively clear, caused all of the metropolis to be cast in a dull sub-light. The skyscrapers, once bathed in lights from the sun casting them with a silvery glow, looked a soft dull grey. The sub-urban areas of the city, once coated in cluster of indefinable colours, looked sombre and sad. The plague of a grey sky even spread to a large 'T' shaped tower off the city's sea border.
The pale sun of Jump City on a cloudy day would usually led crimes in abundance, but this day was different. The roads of Jump were virtually empty, not a sound or movement in sight. This did not go unnoticed by the residents of the teens of the sea ward tower, but it did not raise their suspicions. Instead, it raised their hopes for a day off. The residents, ever trapped in their quest for peace, were commonly known as the Teen Titans, or Titans West.
Inside of Titans Tower chaos was brewing. A soaking maiden, wrapped in her favourite blue cloak, was stalking terrified green child through the halls, eyes filled to the brim with murderous rage. The verdant child, obviously young as seen by his height and high pitched voice, ran through the halls, shouting that he was sorry and that the water balloon wasn't meant for her. The cloaked mass of rage in the shape of a teenage girl paid no heed to the kid's pleads, and simple reached forth towards his throat, with the intent to wring his neck.
"Please Raven, it wasn't my fault, I didn't splash you!" Heaved out the kid, slowly becoming more and more exhausted, "Please listen!" Yet Raven did not listen, she stalked him, gaining in speed while the kid only slowed. The kid noticed this, and knew that he would die least he found witnesses to save, so he headed to common rood. The green kid, sweating far worse than a pig, ran with a final burst of energy up the stairs, and throughout the vast expanse of hall leading seemingly nowhere, till he burst into a bright and large chamber.
"Robin! Cyborg! Help! Now!" The kid shouted when he entered into the common room. The room, of which he ran manically into was wide, long, and tall. The room faced a large window, overlooking the city and held their Television in it. Directly in front of the Television, attached to the window, was a row of circular computers, with swivel chairs nailed in front of all three, each equally apart. A small kitchen, a long island and cabinets half way encompassing it, laid in the back left of the lower section of the room, all a dark grey. A dining area laid on the opposite side of the kitchen, where the yellow table stood out next to the red carpets and light grey walls. On the outer edges of the room, left and right, there were doors leading to the two wings of the tower, and above that was the upper section of the room. Stairs to this area sat opposite the window and on both sides of the chamber's main entrance, and led to thin pathways leading to the window itself, and gave no access to anything but the onyx and scarlet circuitry of which only Cyborg could decipher
He immediately ran to the semi-circular couch and dove beneath it. Robin, dressed in his usual get up, looked up from his paper and waffles, and rose from the counter. Cyborg, the half machine, half high school football player, took his uncountable amount of bacon strips from the cooker, and smiled at his friend, still wearing an apron. Finally, an orange girl, bright and long crimson hair contrasting her green eyes looked at the kid worriedly, and floated over to him, leaving her pet, a rather large silk worm, practicing vomiting.
Robin, the walking traffic cone that his was, halted the half-demoness that teleported in, searching for him. "Raven, instead of demolishing our home, how about you tell us what Beast Boy did." Cyborg strolled over to the couch, pulling Beast Boy from beneath. "Then you could demolish him!" Beast Boy, still cowering at the sight of Raven, was distracted by this comment with an irritated "Hey!"
Raven, becoming tired of the matters of situation, shot Beast Boy into the ceiling, where, no matter how much he flailed about, he was trapped up there. "Raven." Robin stated condescendingly, not even irritated by her team mate's action. Cyborg, laughing his head off, was clutching onto Starfire, who in an attempt to help Beast Boy, floated up to the ceiling, but was distracted by Silki, the silk worm, vomiting some purple ooze and making some noise not dissimilar from a 'ta da'.
Amidst all this chaos, no one noticed that the centre window was displaying a live video chat with a man in black and purple spandex, and purple helm covering most of his face, and a scowl to rival Batman, even on a good day. A fight, forged from the remnants of Raven's anger and the founding of Robin's started, Beast Boy, still hanged up upon the ceiling, Cyborg laughing his head off, just about literally, and Starfire splashing around the purple goo with Silki only irritated the man more. "Ahem!" The man more or less shouted into the chamber, and instantly ended the madness of the room.
"That's better. This is Mento, of the Doom Patrol, calling the Titans." Robin, leaving the headlock Raven placed him in with her powers, straightened his suit, and responded. "Yes, we know who you are? May I ask why you are calling? If you want, I could fetch Beast Boy for you." Robin asked, momentarily forgetting where his friend was. "No, that's fine. We are here on business. We heard about your victory over the Brotherhood, congratulations." Mento said coldly, as if permanently angered by the world, "And are here to ensure they receive all due justice after we interrogate them. We will be staying in Jump City for this, and would appreciate staying in the Tower during this time. We will be over by midnight today. Over and out." Finishing, Mento nearly closed the coms, when Beast Boy, finally free, fell down to the floor with a thud. Noticing who was on the screen, he immediately stood. He nodded his head to Mento, rubbing his sore bottom, before the coms finally did close.
I know not the best, and the second chapter is already written, but will not be posted until further notice. That notice being in which ways was this the worst story you've ever read. Please Review.
Mad Man Out!