Chapter 1- Coppelia's casket
Part 1 Robin - komadori
"slade!" robin yelled. "he's here!" "titans go!" but to robin's horror, noone came. He was left there alone with his murderous arch nemesis. Who was ready to kill him. To get rid of him for good this time.
He put up a good fight for someone who knew they were going to die. This wasn't just slade's normal toying around with robin. The look in his eyes gave that away. Just as slade was about to deliver the final blow-
Robin awoke in a clod sweat, breathing heavily, choking on the bile building up in his mouth. He immediately snapped to a sitting position in his bed. He had had that dream every night since they had killed slade- for the second time. The peculiar thing was, it wasn't always himself being killed by slade. Sometimes it was worse. One of his friends would be slaughtered. Like cyborg, beast boy, raven, terra, or the one he most feared- starfire. His starfire.
He got up and made his way down to the kitchen. He needed some water to wash the nasty taste out of his mouth. The strangest sentence was stuck in his head, and he keep repeating it in his mind, over and over again. 'death dances, smelling of angel down'. it was a strange phrase, sounding of something raven might read.
This was the first night that he got back to sleep after that dream. Which scared him to say the least. But his dream was much scarier.
It looked like asaroth. Raven's home. Of coarse robin did not know this for he had never seen asaroth before. But it was quite different from asaroth. For instead of floating ground, there was floating ice. robin didn't know how he knew it was ice. Because it was pitch black and he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly the lights went on and he was blinded. Before him lay his friends. He ran towards them. He was a far distance away. He kept running, but seemed to be going nowhere. He looked upon his friends. They were all asleep, both peaceful, and grace looking. Suddenly the sky (if you could call it a sky) darkened, to a dull, gray fog. He zoomed in to his friends almost like a camera lens. And gasped in horror.
Before him lay each of his friends slaughtered. Cyborg, beast boy, raven, and his starfire. With their throats slit and their bodies covered in blood. They lay in a pile of what looked the soft goose down that pillows are stuffed with. And robin instantly knew - angel down.
But he could not remember the first part of the sentence. And then his friends stood. Robin came upon a string of hope, but it was broken, when he saw the blood from their bodies flowing as fast as you could imagine, then stopping abruptly and drying.
With zombie-like grace, his friends begun to twirl. Their eyes a hideous blood red, their skin pale. Even raven who had naturally pale gray skin, looked whiter. They spun in a circle - like a demented form of ring-around-the-rosie.
Then they stopped suddenly. And turned abruptly towards him. In unison, without moving their lips, they said. "death dances, smelling of angel down." and from the space of nowhere, in the voice he despised so much, he heard, "you're time is up, robin, today is the day, only one of you will survive, will it be you? Or one of them?" "slade!!!" was the last thing he heard, though he had not spoken, it was in his own voice.
Part 1 Robin - komadori
"slade!" robin yelled. "he's here!" "titans go!" but to robin's horror, noone came. He was left there alone with his murderous arch nemesis. Who was ready to kill him. To get rid of him for good this time.
He put up a good fight for someone who knew they were going to die. This wasn't just slade's normal toying around with robin. The look in his eyes gave that away. Just as slade was about to deliver the final blow-
Robin awoke in a clod sweat, breathing heavily, choking on the bile building up in his mouth. He immediately snapped to a sitting position in his bed. He had had that dream every night since they had killed slade- for the second time. The peculiar thing was, it wasn't always himself being killed by slade. Sometimes it was worse. One of his friends would be slaughtered. Like cyborg, beast boy, raven, terra, or the one he most feared- starfire. His starfire.
He got up and made his way down to the kitchen. He needed some water to wash the nasty taste out of his mouth. The strangest sentence was stuck in his head, and he keep repeating it in his mind, over and over again. 'death dances, smelling of angel down'. it was a strange phrase, sounding of something raven might read.
This was the first night that he got back to sleep after that dream. Which scared him to say the least. But his dream was much scarier.
It looked like asaroth. Raven's home. Of coarse robin did not know this for he had never seen asaroth before. But it was quite different from asaroth. For instead of floating ground, there was floating ice. robin didn't know how he knew it was ice. Because it was pitch black and he couldn't even see his hand in front of his face.
Suddenly the lights went on and he was blinded. Before him lay his friends. He ran towards them. He was a far distance away. He kept running, but seemed to be going nowhere. He looked upon his friends. They were all asleep, both peaceful, and grace looking. Suddenly the sky (if you could call it a sky) darkened, to a dull, gray fog. He zoomed in to his friends almost like a camera lens. And gasped in horror.
Before him lay each of his friends slaughtered. Cyborg, beast boy, raven, and his starfire. With their throats slit and their bodies covered in blood. They lay in a pile of what looked the soft goose down that pillows are stuffed with. And robin instantly knew - angel down.
But he could not remember the first part of the sentence. And then his friends stood. Robin came upon a string of hope, but it was broken, when he saw the blood from their bodies flowing as fast as you could imagine, then stopping abruptly and drying.
With zombie-like grace, his friends begun to twirl. Their eyes a hideous blood red, their skin pale. Even raven who had naturally pale gray skin, looked whiter. They spun in a circle - like a demented form of ring-around-the-rosie.
Then they stopped suddenly. And turned abruptly towards him. In unison, without moving their lips, they said. "death dances, smelling of angel down." and from the space of nowhere, in the voice he despised so much, he heard, "you're time is up, robin, today is the day, only one of you will survive, will it be you? Or one of them?" "slade!!!" was the last thing he heard, though he had not spoken, it was in his own voice.