Hmm…Hello dear reader. I hope you are a Teen Titans fan, or a fan of mine, because this is the first story I have written in a while and it's a teen titans' fic. So if you are a fan of either…please bear with me. I really enjoy writing this. The title makes sense for now, but I might think of something better.
Quickly I do not own Teen Titans or anything like that. And Also, I would appreciate reviews greatly, even if they are flames. I like to improve my writing whenever I can, so don't hesitate.
Oh, and if my story does fail to interest you or what not, I would like to plug an author named Post. He is amazing. Check out his Teen Titans stories or his X-Men evolution stories. Both are awesome.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
-Heolstor
Tomorrow Comes Today.
Prologue
I looked around in fright.
How did I get here? Where am I? Is this?
I gasped in horror.
What happened to the others? Are they alive?
I gripped my wild red hair as I panted, trying to calm myself down. My silver eyes were wide with fright. My body was beaten up and bruised. I didn't even register the hushed whispers as people scooted away from me. My blue hoodie was covered in my own, fresh blood and my black knee shorts were noticeably shorter.
Calm down Zeke…calm down…freaking out won't help anyway…I felt the exhaustion begin to slowly creep onto me.
Right now…I should…I yawned despite myself. I leaned back in the plastic chair I was in. My head lolled back, gazing up at the deteriorated ceiling above me, reminding me of home less destroyed.
Sleep…My eyes closed as I fell asleep.
Fell asleep in a run down bus station.
A Bus station in Jump City.
A Jump City like none that I knew.
A Jump City 25 years before my birth.
I awoke 4 hours later. I knew it was 4 hours because I only needed 4 hours of sleep. Yet I still looked around in a haze.
This bus station had seen better days. The wall behind and surrounding me were a drab, faded gray on the upper half till it hit the ceiling, where it was white with random patches of yellow water damaging. A drop of rusty water barely missed my tired form. On the lower half of the wall it was white tile that had tried to stay clean but was starting to fail. Plastic chair were in four long rows, with two rows in the middle with chairs back to back. The chairs were an off white with faded blue 'cushions', all resting on black metal. There was a large open area in front of the old-fashioned ticket booth and the sliding door entrance that clearly revealed a drab deeply faded blue carpet that had seen much better days and covered the entire station from front to back.
I closed my eyes.
And this place still looks cleaner than home.
I reached for my blue earring, thinking of attempting to try and contact someone.
Unfortunately, my attention was instantly garnered when I head a yelp of pain. I inconspicuously turned my head to the side towards the entrance.
Out of the dark evening, a young boy, maybe 10, was thrown into the bus station. The outside looked strangely vacant and I assumed it was because the bus station was closed.
The boy had been thrown through one of the panes, and the glass was littered all around his small frame. A mop of brown hair, goggles around his neck and a yellow jacket covered him. Brown pants and a pair of sneakers were all I could see from his position on the floor.
I remained motionless.
First thing I was taught in my time…was you don't get involved. Anyone could turn you over to…them…
Three men entered into the bus station, ignoring me as if I was some shoeless hobo.
They got the shoeless part right anyway.
The man in the middle, obviously the boss, was an aging, but not elderly, man who was well dressed in a black pinstripe suit with a white undershirt and a black striped tie with, of course, matching black penny loafers. He stood straight with little help from his black cane. His fading red hair was slicked back and his skin was pale.
I hope not everyone is that ugly.
Two guard looking thugs flanked him. Both appeared to be hopped up on steroids and were wearing suits similar to their boss, only their suits seemed stretched. On the left, baldness, on the right, buzz cut. Both equally stupid looking with matching black sunglasses.
I remained motionless still as the boy pushed himself up, revealing that he had landed on something. A small golden box.
He appeared to really care for it as he moved it behind his back as he turned and faced the three men.
Don't get involved.
The boss pulled out a cigar from his pocket. In scary speed, the bald thug had clipped the end off. And as he held it to his lips, the other thug had lit it, allowing him to puff leisurely. The boy shook slightly, but appeared determined not to. He slowly backed away from the three. He backed up towards the middle aisle.
"My boy…don't fear…we did not come to harm you…" The lie easily drifted off the man's tongue, out through the smoke and into the ears of the boy. The three split up, the bald one taking the furthest aisle, the other taking the aisle I was in and the boss moving towards the middle one with the boy.
"Well Tony, I think I'll doubt you this time." The boy sneered, despite his fear.
He's got some balls…but don't get involved.
I remained as if I was asleep, keeping my breathing steady.
"Nicolas…your words sting…" This Tony character slapped himself in the chest with his cane, feigning injury. The kid kept slowly backing up, already aware of the two thugs moving down the surrounding aisle. Tony started his walk again.
"You shouldn't speak so hurtfully towards your…betters." Tony seemed to choose the word carefully. He smiled a yellow tooth smile at the boy.
The buzz cut moron was walking pasted me. His walk was a little lopsided, but barely noticeable.
He has a bad left knee…but don't get involved.
I mentally reprimanded myself and tried to actually fall back asleep, even though I also knew I wouldn't.
Maybe I was trying to torture myself. Or maybe I was preparing to fight…
Tony knocked the ashes off his cigar before inhaling deeply.
"You already turned down my…generous offer and now-"
"GENEROUS OFFER?" The boy stopped and shouted, his fury now making him shake. I couldn't help but open an eye as I listened.
"You offered not to whore out my sister for one week. ONE WEEK! That won't affect her crack addiction you son of a bitch! It won't do anything! Shove your Generous!"
…ugh…I really like this kid already…but don't…
I grit my teeth.
"My my…what a mouth he has boys…maybe some of our more…unique customers would be interested in such an exercised oral crevice."
Okay…that's wrong…The thugs snickered as they began to reach the end of the rows, effectively cutting off any escape he might have had.
"Would that be better? You give me the box and you can trade places with your sister…deal?"
Nicolas continued to back up until he felt the presence of two thugs behind him. He was now effectively cornered between Tony and his boys. He began to shiver more, clutching the box to his dirty white shirt that was underneath his jacket.
"Well?"
"BURN IN HELL!" The kid shouted back defiantly.
"…Boys." Tony ordered passively.
"Heh heh heh…" The buzz cut thug lifted a meaty fist to smash into the kid.
But that is as far as it went.
There I stood, getting involved like I told myself I wouldn't. I held my hand underneath his elbow and shook my head.
"Wow…so this was what happened in the past? Neanderthals picked on the evolved?" I shook my head and sighed.
"Get out of here hobo." The buzz cut thug said, swiping his large forearm at me.
It only hit air.
He gasped as I popped back up.
Surprise jack off.
I thrust kicked his left knee in a direction I knew it wasn't supposed to go. He shrieked out in pain and I heard his other buddy gasp in shock. He instantly fell to his bad knee and I stepped in, elbowing him square in the temple and knocking him back a few feet as well as knocking him out cold.
"Why you!" The thug moved to hit me but I knew he was coming.
It was one of my gifts.
Without so much as looking, I stepped to the side and pushed the thug past me, using his own momentum against him. I then jumped onto the seat next to me and leapt towards him, spinning and smashing my shin into his neck, dropping him like a fly. I stood up and looked as Tony was wrestling with the kid for the box.
Tony whapped the kid with the cane and yanked the box free. Tony turned to run, but he only turned to face a Saurornithoides, a small, fast, predatory dinosaur.
Yeah…I can also morph into animals. But with nowhere near the variety of my grandfather, Garfield Logan. Tony's eyes were wide with fear as he dropped the box and started running away, screaming.
I twisted and tripped him with my tail, causing the supposed boss to crack and break his nose on the unforgiving short carpet. He turned onto his back, pulling a gun out of his pocket. But I had morphed into a Siberian Tiger and swiped the gun away as soon as it was drawn. I placed a claw extended paw on his chest.
I spoke to him through my mind.
"Listen…Tony is it? ...How bout I call you chicken shit instead? Listen chicken shit…you need to stop picking on little boys…and the whole selling people thing…yeah stop that too…If I see you again…" I dug the claws into his chest, causing him to cry out in light pain. "These claws will get acquainted with your heart…shake your head if you understand me chicken shit."
Tony shook his head.
"Now leave…chicken shit." I morphed back into a human and trained a glare on him.
Tony did just that.
I smiled as I watched him run.
I see what Grandma and Grandpa enjoyed about the whole crime-fighting thing…
I sighed.
It is a shame I can't do this in my time.
I turned to see a very shaken up kid clutching the box that caused all the problems.
"…"
"…" He looked up at me.
"…"
"…Thank you."
"…" I smiled lightly.
"Are you a Teen Titan?"
I had to laugh. "I wish. I just got here you see. Just woke up as well. I was hoping it was a dream."
"What City did you come from…the last bus usually comes from Keystone City…did you come from there?"
"er…" I scratched the back of my neck. I fought back a flinch when I felt dried blood from my time. I didn't want to worry the kid. "No…" Gah, how to explain this. "I am from Jump City…Ah it's not important…don't worry about it."
"No" Nicholas said sternly. "I want to know." A cross look came over his face.
"Eh…you might not believe it…" I warned.
He raised an eyebrow. His fear was seemingly gone and his real personality shown through.
"Are you sure you are from Jump City? We have villains in training attacking the city, a man made out of cinderblocks, a psychotic terrorist. Hell, we've even had Thunder and Lightning themselves destroy our city…I doubt your story is that farfetched." He replied cynically.
I blinked.
…Wow…guess he's got a point.
"…Wow…guess you got a point. Sit down then…this might take a while." I said, motioning towards the chair. The bald headed one started to stir so I went over and stomped his head into the ground, making sure he was out.
"Well?" Nicholas said impatiently.
"Well…let's see…I guess it began on a mission…" I said, sitting beside him. Nicholas clutched the box as he listened.
And I proceeded to tell him how I think I arrived.
End of Prologue